Su Shi Yilu held a position of great power in Ten Crows.
He had come up through the ranks of the military and was an exceptionally capable fighter with a long list of outstanding military achievements. As a result, a significant portion of Ten Crows' forces had ties of one kind or another to him. Ten Crows also revered martial strength, and those with formidable prowess could even easily overcome prejudice over bloodlines.
In other words, he wouldn't claim to know every distinguished Martial Gall Warrior in Ten Crows, but he'd at least have "heard of" most of them. Yet every Martial Gall Warrior attacking him now was a stranger, and he knew nothing of their fighting styles.
This was extremely abnormal.
It meant the mastermind had grand ambitions and was deeply calculating! They'd begun laying plans long ago, cultivating elite fighters in secret without anyone noticing. They'd hidden them away as a trump card, keeping them under wraps until the crucial moment!
Having enemies wasn't frightening. What was frightening was an enemy who could lie low and build their strength year after year without wavering.
Such patience was chilling.
His loud demand for answers went unanswered. All three attacked almost simultaneously, charging at Su Shi Yilu from three different directions and leaving him no way out.
No more blathering—straight to a fight!
Clang!
Clang, clang!
Sparks flew as weapons collided. Dust billowed around the battlefield, and the shrill clang of metal told of the struggle's brutality. Blood ran down Su Shi Yilu's arm and along the blade, nearly forming a string of droplets that spattered onto the muddy ground and pooled into a small crimson pond.
A long strip of bloody flesh lay nearby.
It had been sliced off in the heat of battle.
Seeing that Su Shi Yilu