But Wu Shuangren was not fighting alone.
Xu Jing and the others in front also turned around and fired arrows, sending more than a dozen arrows flying toward Lin Qian!
Lin Qian had to concentrate on dealing with the armor-piercing heavy arrows shot by Wu Shuangren, so he couldn't block all the arrows shot by Xu Jing and others. In the end, his warhorse was also hit by an arrow and fell down.
Next, it was Liang An's turn, and his warhorse soon followed suit.
Throughout the entire process, Wu Shuangren, Xu Jing, and the others did not target Ciwen, allowing him to ride alone and catch up.
First Rate martial arts master, if they unleash their Internal Skill, can run faster than a galloping horse for a short period of time.
However, both Lin Qian and Zhigang were suffering from internal injuries and were not suited to unleash their power at this time. Liang An wanted to catch up and join forces with Ciwen to fight the enemy, but he was slowed down by arrows aimed at him by Wu Shuangren and Xu Jing.
Ciwen realized that he was gradually falling behind the three leaders of Mount Liang, so he decisively reined in his horse and stopped.
I'm not going to chase it anymore!
Wu Shuangren, who was ahead, heard the sound of hooves stop behind him and turned around. He saw that Ciwen had stopped, so he also reined in his Thunder Treader and slowly came to a stop.
The two sides were more than twenty zhang apart.
Wu Shuangren turned his horse around, channeled his Internal Skill, and shouted loudly:
"Ciwen!"
His voice traveled far and wide, carried on the night wind.
You still owe me a one-on-one match!
"Today you hid in Yi Prefecture City. Now the city has fallen, and so has Mist Hidden Temple. Will you continue to hide?"
In the distant firelight, pairs of eyes were watching this direction.
The people of Mount Liang were all looking at Ciwen, and the warrior monks of Mist Hidden Temple were also looking at him.
Ciwen remained silent.
If you still refuse to step forward...
Wu Shuangren raised his longsword and pointed it at the distant group, "I'll stay behind you and slowly shoot down your monk soldiers!"
"I'd like to see if you, the abbot, will only dare to step forward after everyone at Mist Hidden Temple is dead!"
A commotion broke out among the ranks in the distance.
Liang An was somewhat helpless; he hadn't expected Wu Shuangren to possess such archery skills!
Moreover, the horse the opponent was riding was clearly a top-quality steed, very fast. If he was determined to fight a hit-and-run battle, it would be really difficult to catch him.
"Ciwen, Wu Shuangren is using a powerful bow, and the continuous shooting he just did has taken a toll on him. Moreover, he's been in several battles today and is still injured. You have a chance to win!"
Liang An spoke to Ci Wen, trying to persuade the other party to step forward and end the battle.
If he himself were at the First Rank level, he would have stepped forward by now!
Ciwen shook his head. "The enemy has a limited number of arrows. The rest of us can only fire a few dozen more before our strength reaches its limit. Don't be intimidated by them. Even if we really wear them down, they can't outlast us!"
He still refused to fight Wu Shuangren one-on-one, preferring to continue the fight.
Lin Qian suddenly said coldly, "Ciwen, even if you don't care about the lives of the monks in your temple, the successive defeats and your escape from Mist Hidden Temple have caused the morale of your troops to plummet! Now that Wu Shuangren provoking you like this, if you still don't dare to fight, I'm afraid this team will fall apart before it even reaches halfway!"
"..."
Ciwen's eyes flickered as he fell into deep thought.
Ahead, Wu Shuangren suddenly dismounted, took off his helmet, and threw it on the ground.
Then he began to peel off his armor layer by layer!
First, he removed the shoulder pads, then the skirt armor... until finally the breastplate was removed, leaving him with only a black shirt soaked in sweat.
"Ciwen, I'll give you another set of armor!"
Wu Shuangren roared, "Do you dare to fight?!"
The night wind howled, and the seemingly frail figure standing with a knife in hand appeared incredibly tall in everyone's eyes!
"This child is truly..."
Liang An opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Even as an enemy, he couldn't help but feel respect for him.
What courage!
What a spirit!
The night was quiet, and everyone was watching Ciwen.
The abbot of Mist Hidden Temple stood silently for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the figure in the distance, his eyes filled with surging killing intent.
"Good!"
He finally took a step forward, "This old monk will grant your wish!"
Wu Shuangren raised his sword and pointed to a hillside a hundred feet to his right:
I'll be waiting for you over there!
After saying that, he started running towards that hillside.
Xu Jing and the others remained seated on horseback, without moving.
Lin Qian and the others remained standing still.
Ciwen walked step by step toward the hillside Wu Shuangren pointed to, the armor plates on his body rubbing against each other.
As he moved, his muscles bulged beneath his armor, his body began to swell, the armor creaked under the strain, and the iron rod in his hand, engraved with Sanskrit, dragged a furrow in the ground.
A moment later, the two stood facing each other on a distant hillside.
The moonlight shone down, and only two blurry figures could be seen.
"You risked your life to chase after me in the dead of night, just to kill this old monk?"
Only Ciwen's eyes peeked out from under his armor, fixed intently on Wu Shuangren.
Wu Shuangren locked onto his opponent using [Match for One Person], and muffled thunderous sounds emanated from his body, one after another, growing deeper and deeper!
A sinister smile appeared on his face. He didn't answer Ciwen's question, but instead said, word by word:
You still--
They really dare to come!!
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Shuangren pounced out like a tiger, his blade moving with him, instantly covering several meters in an instant, his first strike aimed diagonally at Ciwen's left rib.
Ciwen neither dodged nor avoided the blows, allowing Wu Shuangren to strike him, while he swept his iron rod across the ground.
The blade struck first, hitting the iron armor with a dull thud, and the first layer of armor was cleaved through!
Ciwen didn't even flinch as he swept the iron rod toward Wu Shuangren's head.
Wu Shuangren used the rebound force to dodge to the right, avoiding the blow.
Ciwen strode forward, his staff as imposing as a mountain, slamming down on Wu Shuangren. Wu Shuangren dodged to the side, the iron staff crashing to the ground as if the yellow earth had been blasted apart, sending fragments of stone flying everywhere!
The two exchanged a few lightning-fast blows, their figures flashing and their blades and staffs clashing.
Wu Shuangren struck Ciwen twice more, not because Ciwen couldn't dodge, but because he simply didn't try to dodge!
Each time Wu Shuangren struck him, Ciwen seized the opportunity to smash Wu Shuangren with an iron rod, assuming a posture of mutual destruction!
The infantry armor could withstand sword and blade strikes, but not blunt force impacts. Wu Shuangren's Internal Skill had been enhanced to the First Rank rank, and each strike weighed a thousand pounds, which could not be blocked by the infantry armor alone.
But Ciwen managed to do it.
He has mastered the "Leakless Golden Body" technique, cultivating both internal and external strength. His external martial arts skills have reached their peak, and he is least afraid of blunt force attacks!
He usually trained by having the monks in the temple strike his body with iron rods. What he was really afraid of was being slashed by swords and knives, after all, he was still made of flesh and blood.
However, with the addition of the "Leakless Golden Body" and the Stepman Armor, Ciwen's final defensive weakness was thus compensated, achieving true flawlessness!
The foot soldier shielded him from the sharpness of the swords, and he used his "Leakless Golden Body" to block the impact.
At this moment, he was like an indestructible Vajra!
Under the moonlight, on the hillside, he attacked relentlessly, forcing Wu Shuangren back step by step!
"This old monk has endured it again and again—"
"You really think you can kill me?"
The iron rod whistled through the night wind, and the towering Vajra Buddha completely enveloped his unarmored opponent!
If Wu Shuangren were still wearing his infantry armor, he could at least offer some protection, but at this moment he is completely on the defensive!
In the distance, Xu Jing gripped the reins tightly, his body tense.
"I will force Ciwen to come out and fight me one-on-one."
"If he does come out in the end, how confident are you of winning?"
"Ten percent!"
"..."
The conversation he had with Wu Shuangren before setting off flashed through his mind. Xu Jing gritted his teeth and forced himself to believe the other person.
On the hillside, the two had exchanged more than fifty blows. Wu Shuangren had struck Ciwen seventeen times, but none of the blows had been effective.
The two passed each other, and Wu Shuangren struck Ciwen in the back with another slash.
Bang!
The eighteenth cut.
Ciwen, Ciwen struck Wu Shuangren's left arm with his Wu Shuangren receded like a receding tide and dodged to the side, but the iron staff still grazed his left arm, tearing his clothes and making his muscles feel as if they had been stabbed by hundreds of steel needles!
Wu Shuangren's expression remained unchanged. He lightly touched the ground with his foot and turned around again.
Ciwen's eyes shifted. After that slash landed, the muscles in his back twitched, as if something had penetrated through him.
The two continued their fight.
In the seventy-eighth move, Wu Shuangren suddenly lunged forward to meet Ciwen's iron rod, unleashing a Tiger Baleful Intent Severs the Soul, sweeping his Mo Dao downwards.
Ciwen remained unmoved, unleashing a Phoenix Nods, his iron rod leaving afterimages as it struck Wu Shuangren's head.
At the critical moment, Wu Shuangren, his body leaned, and the iron rod struck his left shoulder, the bone cracking!
His blade also struck Ciwen's left leg, the edge cutting into the skirt armor on her left leg.
The blade failed to pierce the armor, but at the very moment the blade and armor touched, Ciwen suddenly felt as if a bell had struck his left leg from the inside. His blood and qi became disordered, and his previously impenetrable "Leakless Golden Body" suddenly broke down!
Ciwen as if several hands were tearing at his left leg in different directions at the same time. With a snap, his left leg bent, and his massive body lurched forward!
"Senior brother!"
Zhigang, who was some distance away, sensed something was wrong and instinctively ran towards the hillside.
He had barely taken a step when Xu Jing and the others on the other side immediately spurred their horses forward, nocked arrows, and fired at Zhigang!
On the hillside, Ciwen did not fall; he knelt on one knee and used the iron bar to support himself.
Because of Ciwen's disordered blood and qi at the end, the blow that hit Wu Shuangren's left shoulder didn't land completely. He used the force to retreat to the side, and his left arm was somewhat unable to exert force.
Ciwen turned to look at Wu Shuangren, both shocked and furious. "How is this possible?!"
How could someone possibly break my "Leakless Golden Body," which I've cultivated diligently for decades, in just one exchange?
Wu Shuangren remained silent and launched another attack.
Ciwen let out a low growl and unhesitatingly unleashed the "World-Purifying Wisdom King Mantra," causing his blood and energy to surge and his potential to be unleashed!
He stood up again, brandishing the iron rod in his hand like a raging dragon stirring up the sea, enveloping his entire body with a howling wind!
Wu Shuangren forward, pushing Cloud Tiger Seven Kills technique to its limit, rapidly circling around Ciwen and unleashing attacks, slashing out with his Mo Dao.
Each time he collided with his opponent's iron bar, he successfully used the force to create a "Stacking Waves" and then slashed out at an even faster speed!
Ciwen had injured his left leg, making it difficult for him to move. Even with his potential unleashed, he gradually couldn't keep up with Wu Shuangren's ever-changing sword techniques.
Bang!
Wu Shuangren's blade pierced through the shadow of the staff, striking the opponent's right leg.
Click!