Three Slashes Today, Repaid in Kind Tomorrow!

The instant the great saber slashed down, the Fine Iron Shield Ding Hao held at the very front shattered into four pieces under the intense and surging true qi!

One could tell how powerful Zhang Dalong's strike was!

It was capable of cleaving metal and splitting stone with ease!

Closely following, the Golden Bell Shield around his body also cracked and splintered. It lasted only a moment before it too exploded into a sky full of spiritual light!

The only comfort was that, under the dual defenses of the Fine Iron Shield and the Golden Bell Shield, the power of Zhang Dalong's strike had already been largely depleted!

The remaining saber force was finally withstood by Ding Hao using the Heavenly Tyrant Body!

With a bang, Ding Hao crashed into a weapon rack, his death row uniform torn. A long bloody gash was ripped across his chest by the saber's energy!

Although it was bleeding profusely, it wasn't fatal, merely a surface wound!

"Hiss!"

This astonishing scene immediately caused the soldiers on the training ground to gasp in cold air!

Ding Hao, an Eighth-rank Martial Artist, had actually taken a blow from Zhang Dalong at the cost of only minor injuries!

This was even more shocking than him dodging the first strike!

"What!" As for Zhang Dalong himself, he was also greatly surprised!

Although this strike was merely a casual one, not even at half his strength, it was enough to kill an ordinary True Martial Realm martial artist. Yet, it only inflicted minor injuries on Ding Hao. This was simply outrageous!

"Ugh!"

"Does Ding Hao truly have a chance to withstand Zhang Dalong's three strikes?"

Beside him, Ding Yishan's eyes lit up with great hope. But in the next moment, his mind sank into deep contemplation once more!

As Zhang Dalong, in his fury, unleashed his third strike!

This time, he held nothing back, even employing a saber technique!

The violent true qi made the surging saber energy incredibly fierce and overbearing. The killing intent emanating from it made even him feel a chill run down his spine!

It was evident that Zhang Dalong was truly going all out!

"It's over!"

"Ding Hao is finished!"

"General Zhang's full-power strike, apart from Army Lord Luo, no one in the entire Divine Phoenix Army can withstand it!"

"No matter how strong Ding Hao is, he's just an Eighth-rank Martial Artist. There's no way he can defend against this, no matter what he does!"

The entire training ground of the Death Row Camp erupted in a cacophony of noise!

Everyone's gaze was filled with regret. After all, the strength Ding Hao had displayed was truly extraordinary; he was a genius!

If he were to survive, he would surely make a name for himself sooner or later. It was a pity he had offended Zhang Dalong.

"Damn it!"

Seeing Zhang Dalong's third strike, Ding Hao was also completely enraged!

The first strike, he dodged!

The second strike, he took!

But for the third strike, Ding Hao knew he couldn't dodge, nor could he withstand it.

Zhang Dalong was determined to take his life during this sparring session.

If he couldn't dodge, then he would kill!

In his fury, Ding Hao neither dodged nor defended. Instead, he seized the scattered weapons around him, grabbed the Mysterious Iron Saber, and with a ferocious expression, charged towards Zhang Dalong!

Heavenly Tyrant Body!

Innate Barbarian Strength!

Tyrant Blade Slash!

In an instant, the Mysterious Iron Saber, carrying an overbearing and terrifying saber momentum, slashed down!

While still halfway there, Ding Hao unleashed his greatest trump card once more!

"Primordial Barbarian Bloodline!!"

As he fully activated the trace of Primordial Barbarian Bloodline within his body, Ding Hao's strength surged several times over. This caused the power of this Tyrant Blade Slash to increase exponentially!

At this moment, Ding Hao had unleashed all his skills, giving his all!

The terrifying saber energy permeated the training ground of the Death Row Camp, even making True Martial Realm powerhouses like Ding Yishan feel a sense of dread.

He felt that under Ding Hao's saber strike, even he could be shaken!

Finally, under the gaze of countless people, Ding Hao's saber and Zhang Dalong's saber collided heavily on the training ground!

Clang!!

A deafening metallic explosion resounded across the training ground, and many people present instinctively covered their stinging ears!

Next, the blade light and true energy transformed into substantial energy waves that spread out.

The strong wind raged, kicking up rolling dust and obscuring the view of the training grounds!

Boom! Thump!

During this, many only heard a muffled collision sound!

When the raging dust dissipated, Ding Yishan and the others finally looked.

The first thing that caught their eyes was Zhang Dalong. Although his tall and sturdy body was still standing on the training grounds, he had clearly retreated several steps, and his face still held a look of shock!

On the opposite side.

Ding Hao had already rolled more than ten meters away, his Mysterious Iron Saber dropped to the side.

He lay sprawled out, from head to toe, blood flowing all over his body, having already dyed his tattered prisoner uniform a blood-red!

"He's dead?"

Just as Ding Yishan was about to rush forward to check!

He suddenly heard a low laugh, "Heh heh, hahaha!"

In an instant, Ding Hao struggled to get up from the ground. Although he was covered in blood, his face was filled with wildness!

"My heavens!"

"Ding Hao is actually not dead!"

"Good heavens, he's only an Eighth-rank Martial Artist, how did he do it!"

At this moment, the entire Death Row Camp training grounds erupted in an uproar!

Even Ding Yishan's eyes showed shock; he had simply witnessed a miracle!

"Hahaha, what Divine Phoenix Army's number one fierce general, he's nothing more than this!"

At this moment, Ding Hao's wild laughter and mockery echoed across the training grounds.

On the opposite side, Zhang Dalong's face had already turned ashen!

Even he hadn't expected Ding Hao's strength to surge so much when he resisted Zhang Dalong's third saber strike!

As a result, his killing blow had only severely wounded the opponent, not killed him!

To think that he, a high-level True Martial Realm expert, couldn't kill an Eighth-rank Martial Artist in three strikes, this was simply—a deep humiliation!

"Damn thing!"

Zhang Dalong was furious and was about to draw his saber to attack again without regard for anything.

But Ding Yishan was already prepared and quickly flashed forward, shouting, "Zhang Dalong, can you not have any shame? You said three strikes, and now three strikes have passed, and you still want to attack!"

"Get lost!"

Zhang Dalong refused to back down, looking as if he wouldn't rest until Ding Hao was dead.

Ding Yishan naturally wouldn't move aside. After all, the current Ding Hao was severely wounded and absolutely could not withstand another strike from Zhang Dalong.

Just as the two great generals were about to engage in a fierce battle on the Death Row Camp training grounds.

A cold, sharp shout suddenly rang out, "Stop!"

Zhang Dalong and Ding Yishan both trembled and quickly stopped.

Everyone turned to look and saw a figure in golden armor and a red robe entering the camp!

Her tall and slender figure exuded a commanding and awe-inspiring presence!

It was—Luo Shenhuang!!

"Army Lord Luo!"

"Greetings, Army Lord Luo!"

Amidst the welcoming voices, Luo Shenhuang strode to the training grounds.

After glancing at the blood-covered, swaying Ding Hao, she then looked at Zhang Dalong with displeasure and reprimanded, "Zhang Dalong, as a high-ranking general, to come to the Death Row Camp to bully a soldier in the death row, you are truly commendable!"

While Zhang Dalong was arrogant and overbearing towards Ding Yishan, he was respectful and did not dare to act presumptuously in front of Luo Shenhuang. He quickly explained, "Army Lord Luo, I..."

"You don't need to say anything more. This Army Lord already understands the situation. Your brother's death was his own doing; he has no one to blame!"

"For today's matter, I will consider you to have come to the Death Row Camp for sparring, but do not let there be a next time, otherwise—you will be dealt with according to military law!"

Zhang Dalong was clearly unwilling, but he dared not disobey Luo Shenhuang's words. He could only cup his fists in salute, agree, and turn to leave.

But just then, Ding Hao's voice echoed across the training grounds.

"Zhang Dalong, today's three strikes, in the future—I will definitely return them!!"