The force on the sword was not dispersed by the Zen staff; instead, it was layered up layer by layer through his footwork, perfectly integrating the true meaning of the Cloud Tide Returning Wave Steps into the sword technique.
With each turn and each retreat, the force of the blade intensified. The blade light surged like waves, layer upon layer, crashing down on Zhigang from all directions!
Zhigang grew increasingly alarmed as he fought. He felt the recoil from the staff growing stronger and stronger, each swing of the staff feeling like a crashing into a roaring sea.
The tin rings on the staff clattered more and more violently, and the rhythmic 'Sanskrit chants' gradually became disordered...
Wu Shuangren's swordsmanship and movement techniques underwent several 'enhancements' before evolving into the current "Cloud Tiger Seven Kills," combining the subtle variations of the Cloud Tide Returning Wave Steps with the fierce and domineering Tiger Baleful Intent Saber Art.
Even when facing First Rate masters like Kongzheng Liaoming, the "Cloud Tiger Seven Kills" technique was more than capable of handling them.
But even with Wu Shuangren using the Cloud Tiger Seven Kills technique to its fullest extent, he still couldn't defeat the powerful enemy Zhigang, who possessed innate superhuman strength.
Thus, the swordsmanship, which had not been 'enhanced' for a long time, was finally elevated to a new level by [Match for One Person] in this battle!
It is no longer limited to the balance of strength and gentleness, but has taken on a sense of the unity of yin and yang.
Water is both the strongest and the softest. The 'softness' of body movement and the 'strength' of swordsmanship are perfectly integrated, achieving oneness between man and sword!
Wu Shuangren strikes were like raging waves, layer upon layer, using the opponent's force against them, growing stronger and stronger!
After another move, Wu Shuangren suddenly stopped dodging. He took a half-step forward to meet Zhigang's downward strike with his staff, his broadsword sliding down along the staff. The blade grazed the iron staff, drawing a string of sharp sparks, and aimed straight at Zhigang's fingers holding the staff.
Zhigang suddenly flipped his wrist, causing the staff to spin rapidly and break the Mo Dao. But the force on the blade was too strong, and his hand on his hand also split open!
Using the force of the collapse, Wu Shuangren twisted his body, and the Mo Dao, spinning with momentum, slashed down at Zhigang's face at an even faster speed!
Zhigang swept his staff horizontally, the blade striking the staff with a loud bang.
Clang!!!
Zhigang took two steps back; this was the first time he had been pushed back in a direct confrontation.
On the city wall, Liang An's expression changed, and he immediately ordered the archers and crossbowmen around him to prepare.
If Zhigang is defeated and turns to flee, he will order the archers to provide cover.
Wu Shuangren below turned and advanced again, each strike faster than the last!
Zhigang kept retreating, gradually turning the initial offensive into a situation where he could only defend.
He retreated dozens of steps, his blood churning from the blow!
At a certain moment—
"Not good!"
Lin Qian grabbed the rope hanging from the city wall, held a gun in one hand, and leaped off the wall.
This [Snow Leopard] has joined the battle!
140. Using someone else's strength against them, the brotherhood of Mount Liang.
Lin Qian realized that Zhigang might not be able to hold on any longer, so he decisively grabbed the rope and jumped off the city wall.
Liang An immediately looked at Ciwen to the side and shouted sternly, "Ciwen!"
Ciwen hesitated for a moment, then had the monks lower another rope, which he then used to leap off the city wall.
As Lin Qian landed, a cloud of yellow earth exploded beneath his feet. He wore white armor, carried a silver spear, and without pausing, charged towards the location of Wu Shuangren and Zhigang.
Armored in white against a yellow background, with the silver gleam of his spear, Lin Qian ran at full speed faster than a galloping horse, truly like a leopard pouncing on a snowy plain, leaving a trail of snow on the yellow earth!
Zhigang's nickname in Mount Liang was "Vajra," while Lin Qian's nickname was "White Leopard." He was skilled with a spear and equally skilled with his movements!
To prevent the experts inside the city from suddenly coming down to besiege it, Wu Shuangren ordered the militia to retreat to a place 600 zhang away. He himself chose a battlefield about 100 zhang away from the city wall.
Therefore, even though Lin Qian is extremely fast, it will still take him some time to arrive.
At this moment, Wu Shuangren had already forced Zhigang into a retreat. After another turn and change of direction, Zhigang was unable to keep up, and Wu Shuangren's Mo Dao slashed the opponent's right arm!
Bang!
Although the blade did not cleave through the arm armor, the bone inside cracked with a snap.
Zhigang groaned, his right arm went limp, and the weight of the staff fell entirely on his left hand. He retreated rapidly, the staff tip hanging diagonally towards the ground, carving a shallow furrow in the soil.
Wu Shuangren did not stop; her second strike was already aimed at Zhigang's neck.
Zhigang turned around, exposing his back, and leaped forward. The blade struck the armor plate on his spine, sparks flying!
puff--
Zhigang spat out a mouthful of blood, but he used the force of the blow to propel himself forward, running even faster.
At the critical moment of life and death, the Vajra Hall unleashed all his potential, his armor clanking as he rushed towards the city gate!
Wu Shuangren drew his sword and gave chase.
At the same time, as Lin Qian and Ciwen jumped down from the city wall one after another, more than a hundred cavalrymen rushed out from the militia formation behind them and galloped toward the battlefield where the two were!
Dust billowed as Zhigang fled ahead, Wu Shuangren pursued him from behind, with reinforcements on both sides on their way.
However, it's certain that the two First Rank- tier experts will arrive first.
On the city wall, Liang An thought that Wu Shuangren would turn around and retreat immediately after seeing Lin Qian and Ciwen jump down from the city wall to provide support.
Once Wu Shuangren retreats, neither Lin Qian nor Ciwen will dare to pursue him.
Unexpectedly, even though Wu Shuangren clearly saw two top experts coming to his aid, he still dared to continue chasing after Zhigang!
Liang An pounded wildly. An idea popped into his head, and he leaned forward, gripping the brick wall tightly with both hands.
Soon, Lin Qian was the first to arrive. He swept past Zhigang, his silver spear thrusting upwards and striking Wu Shuangren's longsword, which was aimed at Zhigang.
The spear tip struck the middle of the blade with a crisp clang, and Wu Shuangren's blade was deflected half a foot. Taking advantage of the momentum, Lin Qian turned around and held his spear horizontally in front of Wu Shuangren.
"We've lost this battle. You may leave."
Lin Qian looked at Wu Shuangren with a complicated expression and spoke.
Wu Shuangren was wearing infantry armor, with only his eyes showing, so Lin Qian couldn't see his face clearly.
Their eyes met, and Lin Qian saw a resolute killing intent in Wu Shuangren's eyes!
"Since you've lost, stay!"
Wu Shuangren locked onto Lin Qian as the "Match for One Person," and his blood and qi surged like a tide, flowing powerfully to all parts of his body.
This was the first time he had faced First Rank master, and his Internal Skill had been enhanced to an unprecedented level!
Without saying a word, he brandished his broadsword and swept it towards Lin Qian.
A flash of anger crossed Lin Qian's eyes. He didn't want Mount Liang to lose both face and reputation, and he was even less willing to join forces with Ciwen to deal with Wu Shuangren. So he kindly told Wu Shuangren to leave quickly, but he didn't expect the other party to be so ungrateful!
He raised his gun to meet the attack, flicking the tip three times in quick succession, like a musician plucking a string.
Wu Shuangren felt the blade tremble three times, each time more violently than the last. It felt as if his tiger's mouth had been struck three times with a hammer, and his arm went numb. His sword strike had been broken by these three seemingly casual shots!
"Aren't you leaving? Do you want to die?"
Lin Qian asked in a low, sharp voice.
Wu Shuangren did not respond and pressed forward to attack again.
For him, forcing the enemy out of the city was the goal. Now that he had finally managed to force several out, how could he let such an opportunity slip by?
Wu Shuangren unleashed his blade, drawing a horizontal arc with his Mo Dao, the blade's light enveloping Lin Qian.
Lin Qian snorted coldly, stopped trying to persuade him, and with a flick of his spear tip, he thrust out his spear and clashed with Wu Shuangren!
His spear thrusts were like a whirlpool in the ocean, the spear swirling wildly, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, yellow earth, grass clippings, and pebbles all swirled around his spear, an invisible vortex slowly expanding from him.
Wu Shuangren's Mo Dao was caught in the entanglement and was pulled and deflected.
Ciwen was about to arrive from behind.
On the city wall, Liang An suddenly activated his Internal Skill and shouted sharply, "Instructor Lin, Ciwen, join forces to kill him!"
This is the best opportunity!
The militia column behind them was nearly 500 zhang away from the battlefield. Even if the warhorses ran at full speed, it would take at least 100 breaths to catch up.
With Lin Qian and Ciwen, two First Rank experts, joining forces, they might only need a few moves to severely injure or even kill Wu Shuangren!
Actually, even without Liang An's reminder, Ciwen had already spotted the fighter jet.
He had originally thought Wu Shuangren would choose to retreat, but he didn't expect the other party to be so reckless!
Before Liang An could even shout, Ciwen's previously loose-fitting infantry armor suddenly tightened. His body expanded at a visible speed, the armor plates creaking under the strain, and he grew taller and wider!
He gripped an iron rod engraved with Sanskrit in one hand and strode toward Wu Shuangren, each step sinking into the ground, each step like a mountain moving!
Wu Shuangren was fighting Lin Qian when he suddenly heard the sound of an iron rod cutting through the air behind him. He quickly slid to the side.
Ciwen's blow missed its mark, creating a deep crater in the ground and sending dust flying. He looked up at Wu Shuangren, his eyes beneath his helmet unfathomable.
Without uttering a word, the iron rod struck again.
This blow, though seemingly less violent than Zhigang's staff strike, was actually faster and heavier, like a mountain pressing down!
Wu Shuangren swung his blade horizontally, and with a clang, the blade trembled violently. He used the momentum to retreat, but Ciwen's staff was already following closely behind.
Lin Qian sighed inwardly, his spear forming a vortex that blocked Wu Shuangren's retreat.
Silver spears like the sea, iron rods like mountains, the two men, one in front and one behind, surrounded Wu Shuangren!
Wu Shuangren turned and slashed at the thrusting spear, but felt as if the tip of his blade was caught by an undercurrent, causing it to deflect slightly. Before he could adjust, Ciwen's iron rod whistled down.
Wu Shuangren raised his knife to block, but was slammed down half a foot, his feet creating two deep pits in the mud, with bits of grass and clods of earth splattering out from the edges.
The two First Rank experts weren't exactly working in perfect harmony, but it was enough to make Wu Shuangren feel threatened.
Lin Qian's spear was like a whirlpool in the ocean, engulfing and entwining; Ciwen's staff was like a mountain pressing down, impossible to avoid.
The two forces clashed and struck, and Wu Shuangren found himself in grave danger after only a few exchanges!
Although he frequently switched targets among his Match for One Person, these two were different from the opponents below the top First Rate he had faced before; they wouldn't leave him as many 'gaps' to switch targets.
Even a slight shift in attention would be exploited by the two, who would then launch a barrage of attacks.
Bang!
Sparks flew from the infantry armor, and a piece of armor on Wu Shuangren's left shoulder was pierced off by the tip of the spear.
He kept moving, dodging left and right across the yellow earth, but the armor plates on his waist and abdomen were still grazed by Ciwen's iron rod, sending up a string of sparks and deforming more than a dozen armor plates!
Buzzing buzzing —
A voice kept resounding from inside Wu Shuangren's body.
The sound surged up from the bones, the tendons, and the internal organs, little by little. At first, it was extremely faint, like muffled thunder in the distant mountains, but then it grew louder and deeper!
With each exertion of force by Wu Shuangren, a deep rumble emanated from his body.
"Thunder Sound?!"
Lin Qian and Ciwen both looked surprised.
Both of them were First Rank experts and were extremely familiar with this voice; it was clearly the ' Thunder Sound ' of Internal Skill had reached the First Rank- grade level.
The opponent is actually at the First Rank?
An eighteen-year-old First Rank?!
With the ' Thunder Sound ' erupting from within his body, Wu Shuangren barely managed to stabilize himself.
His actual Internal Skill cultivation level was only Sixth Rank, a far cry from first First Rank!
Being suddenly elevated to the First Rank level was like a child wielding a heavy hammer—difficult to control perfectly.
However, he frequently switched the target locked by the Traits, causing the enhanced Internal Skill to constantly change and become unstable.
Therefore, it was only at this point that he began to adapt to the enhanced internal Internal Skill.
"Instructor Lin, don't hold back!"
Ciwen had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, and the force of his blows increased!
Lin Qian's spear stance also changed accordingly. He flicked his wrist, and the spear tip no longer thrust straight forward, but instead drew arcs in the air. Each arc carried a swirling force, and wherever the spear tip pointed, the grass and dirt on the ground were twisted into thin ribbons of wind that swirled around the spear.
Wu Shuangren's knife was involuntarily drawn into it, and then Lin Qian took advantage of the situation to thrust back, the tip of his spear shooting out from the center of the vortex, so fast that only a silver streak remained!
Wu Shuangren turned to the side, the tip of his spear grazing past Wu Shuangren's breastplate.