Second-Rate Expert

Inside Black Wind Fort.

"The vanguard of the refugees is coming!"

The news had already spread, and Black Wind Fort was immediately thrown into panic.

After all, in times of chaos, refugees passing through were like locusts—nothing grew where they went.

Meanwhile, at the Training Ground deep within Black Wind Fort.

The fort lord hurried forward, his manner exceedingly respectful.

For standing in the field were the true elites temporarily sent from Feng City as reinforcements.

There were a full three hundred armored soldiers, each armed to the teeth and all possessing the strength of martial artists.

"My lord," the fort lord asked the man at the head of the group, clad in heavy black armor, "the scouts report that around five hundred refugee vanguards are heading toward Black Wind Fort."

"Five hundred?" Before the black-armored man could speak, a burly man beside him carrying twin battle-axes let out a derisive laugh. "They must have starved themselves mad and come to deliver their lives. Perfect—we can trade their heads for military merit."

Several brawny men nearby, their Blood-Qi equally formidable, sneered with faces full of disdain.

These ten men were all Third-Rate Masters whose Ancient Force had surpassed five hundred. In the dynasty's army, such strength made them "a match for a hundred men," able to charge through enemy formations and slaughter foes as if no one stood before them. Naturally, they did not take a mere five hundred refugees seriously.

"Do not be careless," the black-armored man said coldly. "That traitor Wang Meng has grown powerful. The general sent us here to use Black Wind Fort's favorable terrain to brutally crush the refugees' spirit and kill the chicken to scare the monkeys!"

"Yes!" The ten men answered as one, their expressions carrying heartfelt reverence.

That was because the black-armored