At that moment on the battlefield, the fight between the teachers and students of Chang'an Academy and those cunning, savage wolf bandits reached a fever pitch. Flames of war stretched on and on, and the cries of killing shook the heavens.
Smoke billowed like an enraged dragon, coiling and weaving through the air, tightly binding this stretch of land.
Nelson had never once left this ever-changing stage of war, and Chen Xiaojun, the commander, was the focus of his attention most of all.
His earlier setback was still fresh in his mind, like a heavy hammer blow.
When a brilliant firework broke through the layers of smoke, shot straight into the sky, and bloomed in a fleeting instant of splendor, that dazzling light fell squarely into Nelson's deep eyes.
In that instant, his heart gave a violent tremor, and unease quietly began to grow.
No—more precisely, as the lingering glow of the firework faded, a crimson Seven Kill Sword revealed itself to the world. Its edge was fully exposed, red as fire, and it not only seized all of Nelson's attention, but made it impossible for everyone present to ignore its existence.
Everyone knew what that firework was for.
Chen Shurui blinked, his face full of expectation as he asked, "Do you think this Wolf Bandit Leader will take the bait?"
The corner of Chen Xiaojun's mouth curled into a sly smile, and he said unhurriedly, "Depends on the situation. Wolf bandits are usually hot-tempered, like ants on a hot pan. Tease them a little and they get anxious, so they're easy to fool."
"But from how fast this leader ran off earlier, he's clearly someone who knows how to judge the situation. He might not care about this little trick of ours."
"So, we need to add another