Twin Heroes of Desolate Ridge Besiege and Rob, Han Land Armor and Weapons' Profound Mechanisms Leaked

For a moment, all the caravan guards seemed like changed people, a murderous aura erupting from them.

Mud splashed everywhere under their footsteps, and the mountain path was instantly filled with the sounds of slaughter.

The white-clothed woman also reacted, letting out a sharp cry. Two short sabers at her waist were unsheathed, drawing two arcs of light as they blocked in front of her.

The one who attacked was the caravan leader. He moved with extreme speed, leaping into the air. His palms whistled as they struck towards the white-clothed woman.

With two "clang" sounds, her sabers vibrated. The force made her wrists go numb, and she retreated repeatedly.

"Fourth Level expert!"

The white-clothed woman's heart tightened. She and her senior brother were both at the Fourth Level, and she knew how formidable experts at this level were.

The Fourth Level wasn't common. She hadn't expected three Fourth Level experts to appear simultaneously in this desolate wilderness. In some small counties, you couldn't even find this many.

Seeing that his two palms hadn't managed to shatter her sabers, the caravan leader was also slightly surprised. He praised, "Good sabers!"

"But the person wielding them isn't so good!"

He pressed his advantage, spinning his body and bringing an even fiercer palm strike down from above.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two arrows shot out, one aimed at the caravan leader's throat, the other at a vital spot below his ribs.

The caravan leader let out a cold snort and flicked out a palm in return, shattering both arrows.

"A Martial Artist skilled in archery is quite rare. Perhaps a divine archer on the battlefield, but this is the Jianghu!"

The caravan leader changed direction, abandoning the white-clothed woman and lunging directly at the white-clothed man, intending to eliminate this troublesome ranged threat first.

"Don't underestimate me!"

How could the white-clothed woman let him have his way?

Her sabers danced like a whirlwind, their light as sharp as the waning moon, striking directly at the caravan leader's vulnerable back.

The caravan leader seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He turned and struck the side of the saber, deflecting the attack.

And in that brief pause, two more arrows whistled towards him from the white-clothed man.

The senior brother and sister cooperated seamlessly, one attacking from afar, the other harassing up close. They had managed to temporarily entangle the caravan leader, whose power was clearly superior, creating a stalemate.

However, the caravan leader possessed profound internal energy, fierce palm techniques, and seasoned experience. Despite fighting two opponents, he still held the upper hand.

Even more troublesome was that the white-clothed man's arrows were finite. At this rate of consumption, defeat in a prolonged battle was almost inevitable.

The white-clothed man's mind raced, searching for a strategy to break the deadlock.

But at this critical moment.

A flying stone shot towards the caravan leader with astonishing speed.

The caravan leader's expression turned grim.

Instinctively, he tilted his head to the right.

The flying stone grazed his cheek. The force contained within it easily tore through his Skin Tempering defense, carving a bloody gash.

The caravan leader's movements faltered.

Seizing the opening, the white-clothed woman, who had been waiting for an opportunity, unleashed a horizontal slash at the caravan leader's waist.

Cloth ripped, and blood spurted.

The caravan leader cried out in pain but ignored the wound on his waist. He pushed off the ground with his toes, retreating several yards.

His gaze immediately shifted to the horse carriage.

On top of the carriage canopy, a burly figure sat leisurely, idly playing with an ordinary stone in his hand.

And below him, the ground was already littered with the corpses of the "caravan guards."

No wonder he had felt it was too quiet earlier. It turned out all the skilled men he had brought were already dead...

Within the caravan, there was another Fourth Level expert who had accompanied him. He had also not been spared.

This person is strong!

He might even be a Five Levels expert!

He didn't even have time to consider why so many experts had appeared consecutively in this desolate wilderness. His mind made a swift decision, and he turned to flee.

However, as soon as he moved, darkness fell from above.

The figure on the carriage canopy, moving faster than he did, leaped into the air above him like a hawk hunting a rabbit.

Immediately after, two feet landed on his back.

Like a mountain pressing down, he was forcefully stomped down, plummeting towards the ground.

The two of them crashed heavily onto the ground like meteorites, kicking up a sky full of dust!

Can't escape at all...

Despair filled the caravan leader's heart. This was the first mission for his organization to secretly transport "heavy cargo," and it had encountered such a disaster.

Truly unlucky, with terrible fortune.

He crushed the poison pill in his back molar without hesitation.

Two figures crashed heavily to the ground.

Chen Duan got off the man and flipped his body over with his toes, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Poisoned himself to death... a suicide operative? As expected, not ordinary caravan guards."

At this moment, the White-clothed Senior Brother and Sister trotted over.

The two bowed deeply to Chen Duan.

"Thank you, Senior, for your righteous intervention!"

"I am Fei Xiuwen."

"This humble woman is Ji Xinyao, from the same sect as my Senior Brother."

"Chen Duan."

Chen Duan casually stated his name, his gaze sweeping over the corpses on the ground before looking at the two and asking, "What happened? Why the sudden attack?"

He found it truly puzzling that these people would suddenly resort to murder when the white-clothed woman had merely picked something up.

"I suspect it has something to do with the cargo these people were transporting."

Fei Xiuwen's expression grew grave as he walked to a horse-drawn carriage and pulled off the tarp covering it.

On the carriage, densely packed were bows, heavy crossbows, and various types of weapons.

"As I suspected..."

Fei Xiuwen's voice sank.

Chen Duan casually picked up a crossbow and examined it closely. He noticed that the wood and metal used for the crossbow body were very unusual, unlike anything he had ever seen. The structure was incredibly intricate, and most importantly, he could vaguely sense internal energy flowing through it?

He then inspected several swords and sabers, and without exception, they were all extraordinary items.

"Senior Chen, judging by their design and forging techniques, these weapons are highly likely to have originated from the great Shenji Sect in Han Land!" Fei Xiuwen explained.

The Shenji Sect was renowned for forging divine weapons and sharp blades, and many famous martial artists in the Jianghu had their weapons made by them.

"People from Han Land are skilled in mechanisms and contraptions. Therefore, all sects in Han Land, especially major ones like the Shenji Sect, have been strictly regulated and monitored by the imperial court.

Every weapon that leaves Han Land must be registered with the government office, with its destination and purpose clearly stated. It is absolutely impossible for such a large quantity to appear in Chuzhou. Now, this batch of goods..."

He trailed off, but his meaning was clear.

The three of them had likely stumbled into a conspiracy involving arms smuggling, with far-reaching implications.

Ji Xinyao, standing nearby, bit her lower lip, her face pale. Her heart was filled with regret and self-blame.

If she hadn't gone to pick up the crossbow that had fallen from the carriage, they wouldn't have been drawn into this maelstrom.

"Senior Chen, the priority now is to deal with this hot potato as quickly as possible and then leave this place immediately!"

His heart was in turmoil. The matter behind this was bound to be significant, and his sect had long-standing and close ties with the Shenji Sect.

If this matter were to be leaked, it would likely stir up a bloody storm.

"Deal with it? How?"

"Bury it or burn it, but absolutely do not leave it behind!"

"So many divine weapons and sharp blades, wouldn't that be a terrible waste?"

"Huh?"

Fei Xiuwen was taken aback. Seeing Chen Duan's undisguised interest, his heart sank. He swallowed and cautiously asked, "Then, Senior, what are your intentions?"

Chen Duan crossed his arms and chuckled, "In any case, we can't just discard, throw away, or destroy them."