Chapter 510 - ‘Wanshi’ (1/2)

Chapter 510

‘Wans.h.i.+’

As the most powerful group of Wans.h.i.+ warriors entered the battle, the rest retreated further from the core of the battle with pained expressions.

Wans.h.i.+ could see who the Flaming Hornn leaders were from this battle. The people in the frontlines were not for the average warriors, these were left for the stronger fighters. Soldier against soldier, general against general.

To block Shao Xuan, the group surrounding Shao Xuan were either slashed or kicked into the air, the ones who bore the brunt of his attacks were injured. Their breaths smelled like blood, as if they could sputter out blood at any moment now. Just as they got distracted for a moment, they’d be kicked high up in the air.

Everyone cursed the kid with such terrifying strength. Even if they were just blocking one move, they felt their arm go numb and thighs sore. If this continued, they would not even have the strength to hold their weapons.

In reality, this was not easy for Shao Xuan either. The intense fight had lasted for a while and his breaths quickened, breathing was not as effortless as before. At this moment, every second seemed to drag on, though it had just been some twenty seconds.

At least he was strong enough to deal with these people, also borrowing the sense of intimidation from his troops. It was good that the troops quickly arrived to share his burden.

“Move!”

A man holding a s.h.i.+ny spiked mace strode over in large steps, glaring daggers. He radiated a strong killing intent, sending s.h.i.+vers.

He was one of the hunt leaders of the Wans.h.i.+ tribe, arriving with Fei Ji. However, Fei Ji had gone over to the other side while he came over here with his men.

The leader was furious that one group of tribesmen could not take down one b.a.s.t.a.r.d. His nostrils enlarged, spitting out steam as he glared cold.

Everyone around Shao Xuan quickly turned around to leave. They did not want to be involved with the hunt leaders, they might just suffer as collateral damage.

When the hunt leader charged, Shao Xuan could clearly feel the oppression in the air that came with him. The spiked mace was probably made from materials provided by the slave masters, it looked like a modified spear. At the end of the handle was a sharp tip like a spearhead, then there were many spikes behind, attached to a thicker section of the long handle.

He waved his mace as he charged, the spikes flying threateningly like it could give a fatal blow any time.

Shao Xuan struck the two Wans.h.i.+ warriors in front so they flew back. Without stopping, he shot forwards in the Wans.h.i.+ hunt leader’s direction.

When both parties changed at each other, in the blink of an eye, the distance between them disappeared.

Shao Xuan slashed the air in front of him with his sword, air currents swirling, bringing with it the sound of wind and thunder.

The Wans.h.i.+ hunt leader planted both feet into the ground and waved his mace, cras.h.i.+ng right into Shao Xuan’s sword.

Shao Xuan’s sword was custom-made by Gongjia Heng. He knew Flaming Horns were strong so this was made larger and broader than a regular city folk’s sword. Not sure what he added inside though, it was a lot heavier than regular swords too. However, this difference in weight was nothing to Shao Xuan, he even wished Gongjia Heng had made it heavier.

The sword made an arc of light in the air, slas.h.i.+ng down with a force like heavy clouds before the storm.

In the moment of collision, the Wans.h.i.+ hunt leader felt pain shoot up his arms, like he was just hit by a group of men. His ferocity almost faded instantly with this one strike. The flesh between his index finger and thumb tore and blood dripped down his wrists.

Although he knew Flaming Horns were strong, this was his first time fighting against one. They were stronger than he antic.i.p.ated! Every bone and muscle seemed to be shaking from one strike, his joints cracking and body screaming. It had lost its inner balance. His heart beat laboriously as if it was going to jump out of his chest. He felt the blood vessels in his arms about to burst.

In one second, he knew he had underestimated this kid from Flaming Horn. All he knew was fear. If all the young people of Flaming Horn were like this guy, would Wans.h.i.+ be able to live?

Perhaps the chief was wrong, they should leave.

People used to say that Flaming Horn was a prospering tribe a thousand years ago. Even the current major tribes were cautious of Flaming Horn then. No one believed that after a thousand years, Flaming Horn would successfully regain its glory.

Boom!

As if a bomb exploded on the spot, the ground beneath where they stood sank suddenly. Pebbles and soil flew in the air, a cloud of dust lingered.