Chapter 733: Ballista Team (2/2)
Plans made in the tent can decide victory one thousand li away. Whether it's the southwest or the northwest, no matter what it is, as long as he wants it, nothing can escape his grasp. It's no wonder so many great clans in the capital want to build relationships with him, giving him whatever he wants, whether it's people or money.
Because if they follow him, they'll always be able to succeed!
While the workmen in the city were chattering, nearby, no one noticed that Zhang Shouzhi was silently watching Wang Chong, mentally sighing in emotion.
Of all the craftsmen, he had been the first to follow Wang Chong and had experienced life and death with him. Thus, Zhang Shouzhi had a rather good understanding of Wang Chong.
But the more he understood Wang Chong, the more admiration and respect Zhang Shouzhi felt for this teenager.
The intelligence and resolve he had shown far surpassed his age. The more one interacted with him, the more one would trust him, would want to follow and assist him.
On the walls, Wang Chong had no idea what these people were thinking. His thoughts were on the strategic level, far above the battle before him.
It's about time. Just where is it…
Wang Chong's mind was currently whirring with thoughts.
No matter how formidable the White Braves were, using them to besiege a city was putting the cart before the horse, so Wang Chong had never regarded them as a true threat. His thoughts were on other matters.
Did I overestimate them? Someone who could think about using cloth to wrap hooves and bring battering rams from the Great Snow Mountain Holy Temple shouldn't be an ordinary opponent. Just what are you up to…
Wang Chong's brow furrowed as he silently thought. From the very start, he had noticed that something was wrong.
Dingdingding! A metallic clattering rang out in his ears, and Wang Chong focused. In front of him, several hooks had flown up and latched onto the wall.
In just a few moments, there was a roaring at his ears as red-eyed White Braves began to climb up the walls and appear before Wang Chong. Without a word, the White Braves pulled out their scimitars and began to hack down at Wang Chong.
”Hmph, not knowing your own strength!”
As Wang Chong broke his train of thought, he sneered. It was true that each White Brave was a Profound Martial expert, armed to the teeth and with incredible defensive capabilities.
But even though they could contend against the powerful Mamelukes, they were just grasshoppers trying to stop a carriage to him. Against these charging White Braves with eyes of bloodlust, Wang Chong didn't even move, allowing them to slash at him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each White Brave slashed with all his strength, thunderous blows aimed at Wang Chong. A full-strength blow from these White Braves could even cleave apart mountains. But against Wang Chong, their scimitars seemed to strike an invisible wall several zhang out and were frozen in the air.
”What's going on?”
”What evil art is this fellow using?”
”Why can't I move my scimitar?”
”Pull it back! Back!”
”Everyone, work together to kill him! He can't deal with all of us!”
The White Braves were both shocked and furious, caught completely off-guard by this sight. Not in all the battles they had participated in had they seen a sight like this.
But what frightened them the most was that flat and unconcerned voice.
”Is that so?”
These words were not spoken in Han, but in the Tibetan that they were all familiar with.
”It's that Han!”
All the White Braves stared in fear at Wang Chong, and when he raised his head to look at them, all of them felt an ill foreboding.
”Run! Run!!” one of the Tibetans shouted out, and in the blink of an eye, all of them felt an intense danger that made their scalps go numb.
Driven by some instinct, they abandoned their scimitars and fled, but it was already too late.
Boom! Wang Chong blinked, and there was a cold flash of light. A powerful energy instantly began to pull all the White Braves back toward Wang Chong.
”Careful!”
”My Stellar Energy! He's absorbing our energy!”
”Evil art! He knows evil arts!”
”Ah!!”
The strongest warriors of the Tibetan Plateau were now in complete panic, a primordial fear emerging in their eyes. Before the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art, the White Braves were helpless, unable to even move a muscle as their Stellar Energy flooded out of them and surged into Wang Chong's body.
Not only that, even their thick plate armor, inscribed with so many defensive and toughening inscriptions, began to twist, crumple, deform, and constrict under the force of Wang Chong's technique.
”Ah!”
There was a short burst of screams before all eight of the White Braves were compressed into balls of flesh and metal, dropping around Wang Chong.
The battle had begun quickly and ended even more quickly. Eight fierce White Braves had not even managed to get close to Wang Chong before having all their energy absorbed and being killed.