Their weapons were entangled, locked in a struggle, while their other hands collided, pulled, and became entangled at an extremely fast speed.
Wu Shuangren had indeed never practiced any martial arts or grappling techniques, but with the enhancement of [Match for One Person], he calmly broke through Kongzheng's various attacks and remained invincible.
Kongzheng grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Despite having honed his grappling skills for over a decade, he still couldn't subdue the young man before him.
As Wu Shuangren's right hand completely broke free from Kongzheng's entanglement, he exerted force with his feet and once again widened the distance between himself and his opponent.
At this moment, the militia's spear formation had already charged into the ranks of the warrior monks.
"Prick--!"
The team leaders roared and dozens of spears thrust forward simultaneously, forcing the enemy back step by step.
More than 150 spears, like a steel forest, continued to advance!
The monks' morale was affected by two consecutive attacks, and their formation had long been disrupted. Even though their individual combat strength was higher than that of the militia, they could not put up an effective resistance for a while.
A few brave monks, relying on their superior martial arts skills, forcibly broke through the shields in front, but were ultimately wounded and forced back by the more spears thrusting from behind.
Bai Jinhuan, Luo Heng, and the martial artists of the Flying Feather Gang would immediately target any highly skilled monk they encountered!
The militia's spear formation quickly advanced to the area where Wu Shuangren and Kongzheng were fighting. They deliberately bypassed the area where the two were fighting and continued to advance.
Wu Shuangren's orders to these militiamen were not to kill the enemy, but simply to maintain their formation and keep advancing!
On the river, the crossbowmen on the cargo ships dared not fire at the chaotic group of people, fearing they might accidentally injure their own comrades. Instead, they concentrated their fire on the rear half of the monks' group, hindering their retreat.
The new recruits on the cliff top did the same, throwing stones at the back of the monks' ranks.
Suddenly, these monks were caught in a pincer movement, and their situation became increasingly difficult!
Kongzheng glanced at the situation on the battlefield, his heart filled with anxiety!
His breathing rhythm suddenly changed; each inhale was like a whale sucking in water, and each exhale was like a bellows pumping. White steam rose from his head, and the dark red color on his skin deepened.
His eyes widened, his Vajra. At this moment, he had completely forgotten everything around him, forgotten the pain; his eyes were fixed only on the enemy, like a divine king descended to earth, ready to burn away the 'filth' before him!
This is a desperate tactic, using ' Mental Power ' to unleash more of one's potential, thereby generating greater power in a short period of time!
Masters who reach the First Rate level also enter a new realm in their understanding and control of ' Mental Power,' and almost all of them have similar life-or-death methods.
At this moment, Kongzheng was using the [World-Purifying Wisdom King Mantra] of Mist Hidden Temple!
As Kongzheng unleashed his potential, Wu Shuangren's Internal Skill also increased dramatically under the blessing of [Match for One Person]!
The two clashed again, each strike seemingly accompanied by the roar of wind and thunder!
The Cloud Tiger Seven Kills Saber Technique and the Cloud Tide Returning Wave Steps are perfectly combined, the blade light is like clouds and tigers, weaving unpredictably through the sky full of shovel shadows.
Kongzheng played more and more aggressively, even focusing solely on offense and neglecting defense, and his minor injuries had no effect on him whatsoever!
The crescent shovel in his hand transformed into a gray-black afterimage, its crescent-shaped head drawing an arc of light as it cleaved straight at Wu Shuangren. This shovel strike was devoid of any fancy moves, relying solely on speed and power; even before the shovel arrived, the force of the wind had already caused Wu Shuangren to whip backward!
Wu Shuangren's feet moved naturally with the Cloud Tide Returning Wave Steps, his body surging like the tide, barely dodging the descending curved blade. His Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) then swung upwards from below, the blade angled and aimed directly Kongzheng his right rib.
Kongzheng neither dodged nor evaded; instead, he changed the downward slash of his crescent shovel into a horizontal sweep, aiming for Wu Shuangren's waist.
He's relying on his armor to try and kill himself!
Wu Shuangren remained calm; the more anxious his opponent became, the more advantageous it was for him. He changed the direction of his Mo Dao, the blade that was originally pointing upwards now drawing a half-arc, the blade changing from a sweeping motion to a parry, using the back of the blade to block the shovel handle that was sweeping towards him.
Clang!!!
Sparks flew, and the yellow earth beneath their feet exploded once more.
Kongzheng let out a muffled groan, and used the recoil to spin around and advance again, once again using the force against him. His crescent shovel flipped like a venomous dragon, the shovel head slashing upwards, aiming straight for Wu Shuangren's jaw.
Wu Shuangren's figure suddenly receded like the tide and surged like clouds, his whole body drifting three feet to the left, barely dodging the shovel head that was being swung at him.
At the same time, his wrist trembled, and the hilt of the Mo Dao dropped three points downwards, which was the power-gathering change of "Returning Wave Severing Current" in the Cloud Tiger Seven Kills.
Kongzheng was focused on launching a preemptive attack and did not pay attention to Wu Shuangren's momentum. He continued to spin the crescent shovel with the momentum of the backhand strike. After the yin and yang shifted, the sharp spear at the end of the shovel handle stabbed towards Wu Shuangren's left chest with even greater speed!
In a flash, Wu Shuangren slashed out, striking the shovel handle precisely, like a tidal wave being cut, causing Kongzheng's attack to falter.
Just as the blade struck, it suddenly bounced back. Wu Shuangren's footwork was perfectly coordinated, and he took a half step forward at an extremely fast speed. The tip of the Mo Dao swept across Kongzheng wrist like a tiger's tail!
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The blade sliced into the flesh, severing the wrist bone, and blood spurted out like a fountain!
Kongzheng's right hand was severed at the wrist. The excruciating pain made him tremble all over, and he let out a beast-like roar.
At the critical moment of life and death, the potential of First Rate top-notch master was once again unleashed. Kongzheng, holding the crescent shovel in one hand, turned and ran, his speed as fast as an arrow, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake!
Wu Shuangren stepped forward to chase after him, but for a moment he couldn't catch up.
Kongzheng quickly crashed into the advancing militia column. He was like a mad tiger, swinging his shovel like a windmill as he charged into the rear of the spear formation!
Caught off guard, several militiamen were thrown into the air by the enormous impact and died on the spot!
The surrounding militiamen reacted and turned around Kongzheng thrust their spears into the air.
Although Kongzheng lost one hand, his foundation First Rate top-notch Internal Skill remained. He swept his crescent shovel across, and with three loud clangs, the three spearheads snapped in two!
Before the shovel's momentum ended, the sharp spear at the end of the shovel handle thrust forward, piercing through the chest of a militiaman, and blood gushed out from his back for more than ten feet.
"Ho!!!!"
Kongzheng, wielding his crescent-shaped shovel with his one arm in a frenzied dance. The shovel head, curved like a crescent moon, sliced through the air, sending a shield-bearing militiaman flying; the handle slammed back, shattering another man's shoulder blade...
Covered in blood and with a ferocious face like a demon from hell, he managed to tear a gap in the spear formation with sheer ferocity!
But his speed eventually slowed down.
During this brief delay, Wu Shuangren had already caught up from behind!
The Mo Dao (陌刀) brought with it a mournful whistling wind, and with a move called "Wind Rises and Clouds Surge," it slashed diagonally upwards, the blade light like thunderclaps in the clouds, aiming straight for Kongzheng's nape.
Kongzheng sensed the danger, turned around abruptly, and used his one arm to raise a shovel to block.
But how could a one-armed man withstand a strike like the Mo Dao (陌刀)?
The crescent-shaped shovel was sent flying upwards by the impact of the long-handled broadsword!
Wu Shuangren pressed down with his blade, changing the upward thrust into a slash, a series of consecutive strikes from the ' Tiger Baleful Intent Startling Waves ' technique.
The first strike landed on Kongzheng's left shoulder, shattering his armor and breaking his shoulder bone!
The second slash Kongzheng across the thigh, which was unprotected by armor, cutting through the flesh to reveal the bone!
The third slash came crashing down, Kongzheng barely managed to raise his shovel to block it again, but the Mo Dao, carrying the momentum of the previous two slashes, pressed down like Mount Tai.
The crescent-shaped shovel was deflected, and the blade cleaved open Kongzheng's skull, splitting his head in two!
Blood mixed with brain matter was splattered all over the ground. Kong Zheng, the abbot of the Mist Hidden Temple Warrior Monk Hall and First Rate master with a great reputation in the Yi Province martial arts world, fell to Kongzheng ground with a thud!
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98 points! A resounding victory!
Wu Shuangren stared at the Kongzheng corpse at his feet, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
With Kongzheng's death, the enhancement brought by [Match for One Person] ended, and the surging blood and qi in his body also calmed down. He no longer had that exhilarating feeling of being able to control the power of his whole body at will.
The stark contrast made Wu Shuangren feel uneasy. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
With a flick of his wrist, the blade pointed downwards, piercing through the iron armor and into Kongzheng's abdomen. The Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) pierced through the corpse and went straight through his back!
Wu Shuangren used his arms to lift the Mo Dao high. Kongzheng's corpse, weighing over two hundred pounds, swayed on the tip of the blade, blood gushing down the blade.
"Kongzheng is dead!!"
Wu Shuangren unleashed his Internal Skill, his voice booming like thunder, echoing through the narrow pass.
The roar momentarily drowned out the sounds of battle, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
The warrior monks, forced to retreat step by step, all looked at the raised broadsword and the corpse pierced by its tip.
The red monk's robe fluttered in the morning breeze, Kongzheng's head, which had been split in two, did not fall off his neck, making him look ferocious and terrifying!
"The academy head is dead???"
In the hearts of many monks, Kongzheng, who had been in charge of the Warrior Monk Hall for over a decade, was an invincible figure!
Kongzheng personally led the troops this time, specifically to deal with Wu Shuangren; no one expected Kongzheng to lose.
I never imagined he would die!
After all, defeating and killing are two completely different things.
Even if Master Kongzheng couldn't win, couldn't he at least save his own life?
The enemy is terrifyingly powerful?!
In an instant, the beliefs of many monks crumbled.
Fear spread like a plague, and morale completely collapsed!
Some turned and ran, others dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground chanting Buddhist prayers...
"Kill!!!"
Bai Jinhuan, who was charging at the forefront, roared loudly and swept his Guan Dao horizontally, beheading a dazed martial monk with a single blow!
Luo Heng's twin swords flashed, piercing the throat of a martial monk. He then led the Flying Feather Gang warriors in pursuit of the fleeing monks.
Under the orders of their captains, the militia spear formation continued to advance. This time, facing the fleeing enemy, their spears could easily pierce their targets, either piercing their thighs or knocking them to the ground, where they would then be stabbed to death with a flurry of spears!
"Chase!"
Wu Shuangren flung the corpse off his knife and charged towards the front.
The fleeing monks crowded towards the back of the pass, where the road was at its narrowest point, the 'heart of the bend,' only a little over ten feet wide.
Hundreds of people scrambled to escape, pushing and shoving each other, and the scene completely spiraled out of control.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
"Run!"
Screams and angry curses mingled together.
Because the bend was so crowded, people in the front were being pushed and shoved forward by those behind them. Some lost their footing, some were jostled and lost their balance, and some were knocked down by their companions.
Thump! Thump!
One after another, the monks were pushed into the river on the right, splashing water everywhere.
Not everyone can swim. Some people who fall into the water struggle desperately, but because they are wearing leather armor, which absorbs water, they sink quickly.
Some of the monks who knew how to swim realized there was no way to escape from the shore, so they chose to jump into the river and try to escape downstream.
The crossbowmen on the cargo ship immediately changed their target.
"Aim at the river!"
The sound of the ejection mechanism rang out again, and arrows shot towards the river like locusts!
As soon as a monk surfaced from the water, a crossbow bolt pierced his neck. Another man struggled desperately in the water, taking three crossbow bolts in quick succession to his back, before finally being pierced through his leather armor and struck in the back by an arrow fired from a bow. He writhed a few times before sinking...
The river water quickly turned dark red, and corpses floated on the surface, drifting downstream; it was a horrific scene.
The massacre on the shore continues.
After all the monks squeezed through the 'heart of the bend' and escaped the narrow pass, only a little over two hundred remained.
"Keep chasing—"
Wu Shuangren took the lead, wielding his Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) and continuing the pursuit.
The monks in front dared not turn around; hearing the commotion behind them, they could only continue their escape.
Meanwhile, the cavalry outside the pass had long been in disarray.
This cavalry force was originally composed of several bandit groups, plus cavalry trained by the Mist Hidden Temple itself.
When Kongzheng, he could also subdue everyone, making the cavalry obey orders and not dare to act recklessly.
Now that Kongzheng is dead, the bandit leaders in the group immediately jumped out.
"Master Kongzheng is dead, what's the point of fighting? Let's retreat!"
"We've just been ambushed, we can still fight!"