Lin Feng rode straight through the more than twenty horse bandits led by the Sixth Chief.
Swish, swish, swish! Spurt, spurt, spurt!
As the two groups crossed paths, Lin Feng only had time to strike three times.
With his first slash, he cut the foremost horse bandit—and his weapon—in two.
"Ahhh!" The upper half of the horse bandit's body fell to the ground, howling in agony.
For his second slash, Lin Feng made a sweeping turn and sheared off the heads of two horse bandits.
Thud, thud! The two groups had already passed each other before the two heads hit the ground.
For his third slash, Lin Feng split a horse bandit charging straight at him, horse and rider alike, from top to bottom. Before the two halves could hit the ground, Lin Feng rode through the gap between them, man and horse as one, drenched head to toe in blood.
The Sixth Chief of the horse bandits was a clever man. Though his battle cry rang loud from his mouth, he himself had slipped beyond Lin Feng's range of attack, not daring to face him head-on.
Once Lin Feng charged past, he fired a Crimson Gold Glaze from his left hand.
Pfft! A hole clear through the Sixth Chief's chest was blasted open.
The Sixth Chief slowly lowered his head. He could actually see the scene behind him through the hole, and then he toppled from his horse.
Lin Feng had no intention of charging back and forth again. He threw back his head with a wild laugh and rode off in another direction.
"Hahaha! A pack of chickens and dogs! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!"
In this battle, the advantages of Crimson Gold Glaze were displayed beyond doubt.
The Crimson Gold Glaze never missed; once fired, it always hit. No