At that moment, the battle between Chang'an Academy's teachers and students and the cunning, fierce Wolf Bandits reached a white heat. The flames of war spread, and cries of slaughter shook the heavens.
Smoke coiled and intertwined overhead like furious dragons, binding the land in their coils.
Nelson had never left this ever-changing stage of battle. Chen Xiaojun, the opposing commander, remained the particular focus of his attention.
The earlier defeat was still fresh in his memory, like a blow from a heavy hammer.
When a brilliant firework broke through the layers of smoke, shot into the sky, and burst into a moment of splendor, its dazzling light fell squarely into Nelson's deep-set eyes.
His heart gave a sudden jolt, and unease quietly took root.
No-more precisely, the Red Seven Kill Sword appeared amid the lingering glow of the firework. Its edge lay fully exposed, its crimson brilliance blazing like fire. It not only seized all of Nelson's attention, but demanded the notice of everyone present.
Everyone knew what that firework was for.
Chen Shurui blinked and asked eagerly, "Do you think this Wolf Bandits Commander will take the bait?"
A sly smile curled Chen Xiaojun's lips as he drawled, "That depends. Wolf Bandits usually have short tempers. They're like ants on a hot pan-give them a little poke, and they get worked up. Easy to fool."
"But this commander greased his soles and ran awfully fast earlier. Clearly, he knows how to read the situation. Our little trick might not tempt him."
"So we need to throw another log on the fire and make it burn hotter."
Chen Shurui's eyes brightened further. "Then what do we do? Put on a grand performance of 'inviting the gentleman into the jar'?"
Chen Xiaojun chuckled and beckoned. "Simple. Fifth, Seventh, Eighth-the