Su Shi Yilu's peripheral vision "inadvertently" swept over Chu Jie.
Someone who should have been forced to stay in the rear formation leaped into the enemy ranks with a saber. His Thousand-Catty Drop sent a wave of air surging outward, flinging more than a dozen people away and clearing a wide patch of ground with brute force. Faced with dozens of spears thrusting toward him, he brought his palm down against them with one hand, sending wood splinters flying.
The moment he landed, he pressed his advantage, giving the enemy no time to react.
How could anyone tell he was supposedly out of strength?
Damn it, the Chu fellow's like this and he's still competing with me for military merit?
That bastard isn't even human!
Su Shi Yilu's anger burned hotter, and he struck with ever-greater ruthlessness. When he charged into the enemy ranks, he suddenly tightened the reins and reared his horse. His right hand poured martial energy into his four-sided armor-piercing lance, and with several wet thuds, it pierced through a number of enemy soldiers. The instant the lance tip sank into flesh, a dozen iron-gray Flood Dragons burst from the spray of blood amid a high, rousing dragon's roar, tearing a gap in the enemy formation.
Su Shi Yilu cursed under his breath, and the enemy felt much the same way. Who could have imagined that a battle they should have won with ease would be turned around like this? The enemy Literary Scholar's face darkened, his eyes seeming to float with ten thousand years of ice. "We don't have much chance of winning this round."
Still, he didn't think he'd been outmatched.
He blamed the Central Allied Army for giving them all sorts of inaccurate intelligence about Kang.
If they'd made preparations to counter them in