Seeing this, Torres did not let his guard down.
The blond youth raised his longbow horizontally with his right hand, and with his left, he drew a large white-feathered arrow from his quiver. With a soft click, the longbow was drawn to its Full Moon, the arrowhead gleaming coldly. He aimed at the blood-soaked figure who had charged out of the fog and shouted, "I'll say it again: This is the Chambord Army's garrison. Halt! If you dare to approach again, kill—without—pardon!"
"No... no... I... I... want to see His Majesty... I..." The man was covered in blood, staggering, and ignoring Torres's warnings, continued to struggle toward the camp.
Seeing that the other party ignored the warning, Torres snorted coldly and was about to release the bowstring when his gaze suddenly sharpened. He saw the bloodied man pull something out of his robes. The blond boy clearly saw that it was His Majesty the King's token. He was shocked and immediately knew that the newcomer was a friend, not an enemy. He hurriedly ran over to support the man, but upon closer inspection, he realized that the man was an unfamiliar face, someone he had never seen before. A deep, half-meter-long wound on his back, reaching the bone, was shocking to behold, and blood was gushing out like a fountain. The injury was extremely serious.
"Who are you? How do you have the token of the King of Chambord?" Torres took off his cloak and used it to wrap the wound on the boy's back, asking loudly.
"I... Your Majesty... Master... I am... to save... to save people..."
The severely injured boy uttered a few words with an unclear meaning, his lips trembling. Due to the severity of his injuries, he had fallen into a coma. The staggering run he had just run seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and now he could no longer hold on, unable to even utter a complete sentence.
Torres frowned, his mind a jumble of confusion. Just as he was about to lead the boy into the camp to consult His Majesty the King, a sudden, hurried sound of footsteps arose from the distant fog, growing ever closer, accompanied by shouts and voices.
"Sir, there's blood here. That lowly commoner must be up ahead..."
"Hmph, he's so badly injured, he can't escape. Chase him! Catch him, skin him alive! How dare he injure me! I'll make him wish he were dead..."
"Haha, young master, don't worry, he definitely won't get away."
"..."
Torres's expression changed. Although it was only a few words, the blond boy still understood a lot from the other party's words. These people must have come to kill the seriously injured boy in his arms. He gently put the boy aside, gave a coded warning towards the camp, and at the same time, he tapped his longbow and stood still, waiting for the people to come from afar.
Within half a minute, forty or fifty people rushed out of the thick fog, dressed in standard metal armor. They were probably soldiers from the nearby area. The most eye-catching was a giant man who was over two meters tall, like a mountain of flesh. His muscles were as if they had been carved by a knife and axe, like Rock. He wore only a plate armor of fine steel on his upper body. Four thick, dark steel chains were wrapped in a figure-eight pattern around his shoulders and waist. At the end of the chains was a huge octagonal black iron hammer with a diameter of half a meter. The hammer was rusty and bloodstained, and weighed at least seven or eight hundred pounds. He looked like a god of death, exuding a murderous aura.
Beside the giant hammer-wielding giant, a finely dressed young man rode on horseback, exuding arrogance and gesturing wildly.
"There he is, I saw him, hahaha, go and grab him!" Seeing the seriously injured boy lying on the ground, the young man in fine clothes on horseback ignored the blond boy standing to the side with his longbow and shouted loudly from his horse.
"Yes, Young Master Kulun."
Several soldiers, eager to curry favor with the finely dressed young man, loudly agreed and immediately began to drag the seriously injured boy over. However, the moment they took a step forward, with a series of whooshing sounds, ten Sharp Sword almost simultaneously and slammed into the ground less than a centimeter in front of their feet, forming a perfectly straight line. The distance between each Sharp Sword was no more than five fingers, and all ten swords were embedded twenty centimeters into the ground without any difference, demonstrating the archer's superb archery skills.
"Buzzing..." The bowstring in the blond boy's hand was still vibrating slightly. His eyes, sharp as lightning, swept coldly across the faces of the crowd, and he said, word by word, "Anyone who approaches within twenty meters of the Chambord Army's camp without cause will be killed without mercy!"
"Damn it! Who do you think you are? What kind of bullshit Chambord Army are you? Get out of my way right now..." The young man in fine clothes on horseback roared in anger.
However, the burly man carrying the octagonal black iron hammer, who was as big as a mountain of flesh, showed a hint of seriousness in his eyes. The blond boy's amazing archery skills had already surprised him, and now, upon closer inspection, he realized that the blond boy was quite strong. He was like a peerless bow drawn to its fullest Full Moon, exuding a chilling threat. He was a formidable opponent who should not be underestimated.
"Young man, we have no intention of attacking the Chambord Army. However, the boy beside you is a serious criminal from the Hot Springs Pass [ Gale Legion ]. I am Andrew, the hammer master of the third [ Giant Hammer Battalion ] of the [ Gale Legion ]. Please hand him over to us!" The burly man with the black iron giant hammer had a scar on his face. He raised his eyebrows and walked out step by step, as if a mountain was crushing down on him. He said loudly.
"Halt!" Torres snorted coldly. "This boy carries the decree of King Alexander; you cannot take him away!"
"Damn it!" The richly dressed young man on horseback roared in anger. "What kind of bullshit King's decree is this? This is Hot Springs Pass, the territory of the [ Gale Legion ]. I can take whoever I want. A mere little Kingdom of Chambord dares to overestimate itself. Get out of here, or I'll take you with me!"
"To insult my king... kill!" Torres roared in fury. Before he finished speaking, he subtly moved his shoulder, and three arrows whistled through the air, flying in a triangular formation toward the young man in fine clothes, aiming for his three vital points: the brow, the throat, and the heart.
"Ah... Help me!" The young man in fine clothes was so frightened that he fell off his horse.
Just then, with a loud boom, the air currents suddenly surged, like a boulder crashing into a calm lake, stirring up undercurrents and flashing black shadows. A huge iron hammer appeared out of nowhere in the path of the arrow, striking it with three soft Mars and sparks, sending the arrow flying.
The one who made the move was Andrew, the hammer master of the third [ Giant Hammer Battalion ] of the [ Gale Legion ].
"Hmph, try blocking three more of my arrows!"
Torres deeply abhorred anyone who dared to insult His Majesty the King, so he would never back down. As he spoke, three arrows were nocked, their arrowheads once again aimed at the brow, throat, and heart of the richly dressed youth who had fallen from his horse. He exuded a sharp killing intent, paused slightly, released his fingers, and the sound of arrows piercing the air whistled once more.
"Little brat, this hammer-wielder's patience has its limits!"
Enraged, Andrew flicked his wrist, and the iron chains wrapped around the twin walls trembled wildly like living venomous snakes, causing the massive iron hammer to move with incredible agility in his hands, transforming once again into Black Lightning and crashing down on the arrow that pierced the air.
bite--!
The first arrow struck the giant hammer.
Andrew's expression changed. He sensed that the arrow contained terrifying power. A small arrow had caused the massive iron hammer, which weighed hundreds of times more, to deviate slightly from its intended trajectory.
With a flick of his wrist, he was about to swing the hammer again...
Suddenly, there was another 'ding' sound. This time, the second and third arrows collided lightly. An incredible thing happened: the two long arrows split in mid-air, drawing strange and beautiful arcs like the tails of koi fish, just around the huge iron hammer, and continued to shoot towards the richly dressed young man who had fallen to the ground.
The giant Andrew's expression changed again. With a roar, he rapidly flicked his wrist, and a series of dense, soft clanging sounds suddenly rang out. The iron hammer drew a series of illusory shadows in the air, its speed soaring, and it slammed down hard on the arrow again.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Finally, the black octagonal iron hammer caught up with the arrow, lightly grazed it, and slightly changed the arrow's direction. The arrow pierced through three soldiers who had been pulled in front of him by the young man in fine clothes, and then embedded itself firmly in his shoulder blades, penetrating them and causing blood to gush out.
"They have repeatedly tested my patience and attacked the garrison at Hot Springs Pass. They deserve to die! Don't blame me for being impolite!"
Andrew flew into a rage, his arms clashing, the clanging of chains echoing as they shattered, appearing as if endless, and were lifted into the air by an invisible force. A yellowish-brown light began to emanate from his body, the chains coiling around him like venomous serpents, and an aura of terrifying power began to emerge.
"Little brat, do you know what it tastes like to die from being coiled by a giant python's venom?" Andrew grinned like a demon amidst the clanking of the chains, saying, "You asked for it, prepare to die! The Kiss of the Earth Python!!"
The air roared, the air surged, and the earth seemed to crack open.
This is Dou Qi technique.
In this respect, the experts of the Chambord Army are inherently lacking. Although Sun Fei has created quite a few, Torres has not yet obtained his own Dou Qi technique. He felt the violent power contained in the iron hammer. He stood alone beside the seriously injured boy, his longbow vibrating repeatedly, and arrows shot out like a rainstorm, trying to stop the opponent's hammering force, but with little effect.
Just then--
"Heavenly Frost Fist... Go back!"
A soft shout rang out, and a massive, transparent fist-shaped imprint shot lightly through the air, without a trace of fire. Yet, upon striking the giant hammer, it seemed as if time and space themselves froze instantly. Then, something shattered with a deafening roar. The chains and hammer's momentum that had been hurtling through the air were like thin snow under the Scorching Sun, instantly flying back at an even faster speed, utterly crushed by the transparent fist-shaped imprint. At the same time, the enormous octagonal black steel hammer, weighing over seven or eight hundred pounds, cracked with a crisp sound, shattering into countless iron filings that flew everywhere like a raging storm.
The power of that single punch was truly awe-inspiring.
A tall, slender figure emerged from the thick fog and stood before the crowd.
I apologize for the updates these past two days; I'm currently out of town and have been dealing with many other matters.