Fierce Battle · Chen Wuya Charges Ahead

Chen Wuya's sword tip lifted a wisp of wind, and the sand beneath his feet collapsed in response. The crossbowmen on the high slope suddenly lost their footing. Several tumbled down the stone steps, their arrows flying crookedly into the air and merely grazing a few hems. He did not look back. His body had already leapt onto a broken wall, the setting sun reflecting off his blade before it suddenly dipped.

Three saber-and-shield soldiers closed in from both sides, their iron shields crashing together with a dull boom, sealing off the path ahead. Yet Chen Wuya did not retreat. Instead, he stepped back half a pace, sending his true qi backward through his meridians, pouring it from his Tanzhong acupoint into the channels of his arms. His sword seemed to draw back, but its force actually surged forward like a whirlpool—"Reversing Azure Waves"!

With a thunderous blast, the weapons in all three men's hands shattered at once, fragments spraying everywhere. Blood burst from the web between the middle brute's thumb and forefinger. Before he could react, a spiraling force hurled him to the ground, knocking over two reserves behind him. A breach had been torn open.

Cries of battle exploded from every direction. The allied vanguard surged in like a tide, boots crushing dead grass and loose stones. Torches snapped and fluttered in the wind, illuminating figures scrambling in panic at the enemy camp's gate.

Bai Zhi swept out from the left flank, her flexible sword flickering like a serpent's tongue as it severed the wrist tendons of a messenger trying to light the beacon tower. Before the man could scream, she had already spun and leapt down, landing without a sound. The two stood back-to-back atop a heap of corpses, their breaths short but perfectly matched in rhythm.