Compared to the imposing aura Wei Cheng unleashed, Jimò Qiu, standing alone, was like an ant about to be swallowed by a hundred-zhang wave.
Crushing him to pieces and wiping him out would be effortless.
The killing move had yet to arrive, but its shockwave came first.
The gale could send stones flying backward. Even the elite vanguard troops of the two countries could only use the Thousand-Jin Drop technique to keep their formation from breaking apart. The camp's battle flags were also badly affected. Aside from the Great Banner, which remained standing, the others had all begun to sway, some more than others. A few flagpoles had even snapped in the middle. This shouldn't have happened, but after the reversal of the civil and martial arts, the soldiers guarding the flags in each camp had all become scholars, and there were far fewer scholars than martial officers to begin with. They could only prioritize protecting the Great Banner and steadying the troops' morale.
As long as the Great Banner stood, the troops' morale would gather and remain as firm as a mountain!
If the Great Banner fell, the troops' morale would scatter, leaving them unable to withstand a single blow!
"Don't worry about this!" When Lin Feng saw the Great Banner starting to sway, she rushed over at once to take up the flag and guard it. She flashed to the Great Banner camp and steadied the pole with one hand. Even Tu Rong, who had originally been guarding it, looked astonished—just like Lin Feng herself.
She couldn't believe how strong she was!
Chu Yao had taught Lin Feng swordsmanship personally, and she'd even grabbed Chu Jie for extra lessons in private, having him spar with her and feed her moves. As she grew older, her skills had gradually