Chapter 49

"Huh?"

Upon hearing Yang Yu's words, Wang Wu was initially stunned, then burst out laughing as he strode out the door:

"If I don't die today, I'll drag you brat into the Six-Fan Gate, and save this silver!"

Yang Yu raised his knife and followed closely behind.

Tan Hong and the others exchanged glances, all seeing the bitterness in each other's eyes, but they had no choice but to follow him out.

Those who had seen Wang Wu in action did not have the courage to challenge him.

The bandit camp was deathly silent, with only the sound of melting snow dripping from the eaves.

On the snow-covered ground, dozens of white-robed cultists stood, not a single sound escaping them, all holding their knives and swords, waiting.

The families of the bandits who had not been sent away huddled in the houses, trembling with fear, not daring to make a sound.

"Wang Wu..."

At the gate, Shi Kai pressed his chest and grinned ferociously:

"Where do you think you're running today, you bastard!"

"Kill!"

A low roar.

The silent white-robed figures on the snow responded in unison, raising their knives and stepping forward, charging towards the hall.

"Let's go all out!"

Tan Hong growled, "When the time comes, we five will gather together, back to back, and must not be surrounded!"

"You!"

Before he could finish, Yang Yu had already charged out, his blade flashing like a streak of light, meeting several cultists of the Liansheng Sect.

"If you want to kill me, come on!"

With a roar, Wang Wu took a step, and in one stride, he had covered three zhang, his fingers clenching and thrusting forward.

A dull thud.

The one who had charged the farthest was sent flying, spewing blood, clearly not surviving.

With one punch, Wang Wu's speed did not decrease but increased, pouncing like a fierce tiger, charging and colliding, sending several figures flying in the blink of an eye.

They didn't even have time to scream before they fell silent.

His vitality was like that of a bull!

At this moment, Wang Wu fully unleashed his superior physique, his punches and kicks delivering immense force, and no one could withstand even a single move from him.

Given time, he could have killed all the dozens of Blood Change martial artists on the field!

But he had no time, nor the opportunity.

Almost as soon as the snow was stained red and dozens lay dead, Shi Kai atop the gate let out a long howl.

With one step, he shattered the entire gate!

His towering, muscular body brought a fierce wind, and he hammered down a punch at Wang Wu, as if a general on the battlefield was charging and swinging a hammer, extremely vicious!

Indeed!

Hammer!

This punch was extremely vicious, the wind howling, as if a general on the battlefield was charging and swinging a hammer, extremely vicious!

Not to mention a mortal, even an iron man would be flattened.

"Die!"

"Shi Kai!"

Wang Wu also took a step, mud and stones flying, his face turning red with rage.

As he roared, he sent several attackers flying.

Thud!

A dull thud, Wang Wu retreated three steps, an elbow strike killing the attacker who had sneaked up behind him.

Without time to react, he charged forward again.

"Kill!"

Once they started fighting, the two men were filled with true fire, each move a matter of life and death, each punch heavier than the last, the force of their strikes making it impossible for others to approach.

They could only turn to the hall, where Yang Yu and the others were also engaged in fierce combat.

"Things are not looking good..."

While dealing with the encircling Blood Change martial artists with his exquisite knife skills, Yang Yu's attention remained on Wang Wu.

He knew very well that the outcome of this battle did not depend on the cultists of the Liansheng Sect.

It depended on Shi Kai and Wang Wu.

At this moment, the two men were engaged in a fierce battle, but Yang Yu could see that Wang Wu was already at a disadvantage.

In other words, his internal breath was about to run out, and the moment he needed to take a new breath, he would be vulnerable.

To fight or to flee?

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~

While his mind was racing, Yang Yu stepped with the Wind Chasing Steps, his blade sweeping across, killing two cultists of the Liansheng Sect in quick succession.

"I hope you can hold on..."

Glancing at the four men, Tan Hong and the others, who were fighting back to back, Yang Yu suddenly turned, fighting and advancing, seemingly trying to break through and escape.

Clang, clang, clang~

The sound of metal clashing was constant.

In the collision of blades, Yang Yu's expression was cold, and every subtle movement within three zhang of him was clear in his mind.

His knife skills had long surpassed the realm of ordinary Blood Change martial artists.

Even though the cultists of the Liansheng Sect outnumbered Tan Hong and the others, they could not injure him, and he had already killed three or four of them.

"Don't let him escape! Kill him!"

"Leave your life behind!"

"Killing our followers, you are beyond redemption! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Seeing Yang Yu charging forward, seemingly about to break through, the cultists became agitated.

With the sound of their roars, Yang Yu suddenly saw a red light before his eyes.

This was the light emitted by the activation of qi and blood!

"Kill!"

The pressure increased tenfold, and for a moment, Yang Yu's fluid knife skills seemed to become disordered.

Under the immense pressure, Yang Yu's mind was as clear as a mirror, and everything within three zhang of him seemed to be within his perception.

But seeing it did not mean he could avoid it!

Surrounded on all sides by knives and swords, with no way to avoid them, even Yang Yu could only trade injuries for kills!

Thud, thud, thud~

The sound of punches and kicks colliding like drums was continuous.

Finally, after one collision, Wang Wu's figure faltered. His strength was spent, and his internal breath had reached its limit.

In a martial artist's confrontation, if they have not reached the realm of continuous and cyclical internal breath, the moment their internal breath is spent is the most dangerous.

Especially when facing a powerful enemy!

Not good!

Wang Wu's heart trembled. The effort he had put into killing those cultists had exhausted his strength, and he was now in a great crisis.

But seeing the hammer-like punch coming at him, he did not retreat but advanced!

Bending over, he crouched, arms spread wide, then suddenly closed, trying to crush his opponent with a bear hug!

At the same time, a loud roar echoed through the camp:

"Go!"

Thud!

Like a hammer striking a drum!

This time, Shi Kai's massive body only trembled, but Wang Wu was forced to kneel, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

"Captain Wang!"

Tan Hong and the others were enraged, roaring and swinging their knives wildly.

"Go!"

"You're asking for death!"

Amidst the grating sound of bones, Shi Kai let out a low roar.

At this moment, his already blood-red face turned even redder, and the veins on his forehead bulged like wriggling eels.

Thud!

With his internal breath fully unleashed, Wang Wu's tightly clasped hands were torn apart.

In the next instant,

Shi Kai's arms suddenly closed, fingers interlocked, and he slammed down from above, aiming at Wang Wu, who was staggering back but still thrusting his fist forward.

"Die!"

The roar echoed throughout the camp, causing some to lose focus.

And at that moment, Yang Yu, surrounded by the cultists, his eyes lit up!

He had not joined forces with Tan Hong and the others not because he thought his martial arts were superior, but because he knew that if Wang Wu lost, they would all be doomed!

He could only, and must, help Wang Wu.

During the previous battle, he had not hesitated to get injured, gradually closing in, waiting for the right moment.

And when he saw Shi Kai's "bear hug" slam down, he saw an opening.

And he seized it!

Thud!

He forcefully knocked down several cultists in front of him, enduring the blade that slashed at his back.

Yang Yu growled.

Twisting his body,

Shifting his steps,

His qi and blood surged!

In the next instant,

The knife he had been suppressing in his mind for a long time, along with the surge of his qi and blood, burst forth!

"Huh?!!"

The moment the blade flashed, Shi Kai felt a cold chill run from his spine to his neck, and a huge sense of danger surged in his heart.

Who?

How?

Faced with the immense danger, a look of panic and shock flashed across Shi Kai's face.

But in an instant, he showed incredible decisiveness!

He suddenly turned, kicking Wang Wu away, and his left arm, gleaming like iron, was already slanted across his neck.

His right arm, veins bulging, thrust forward, aiming to kill the one who had ambushed him on the spot.

Thud!

The sound of cutting through iron and the spray of blood rang out almost simultaneously!

"Little brat..."

In his last moment, Shi Kai saw the young face of the one who had killed him and Wang Wu, who was still holding onto his right arm.

'I actually died at the hands of such a little brat?'

A look of shock, disbelief, and incredulity appeared in his mind.

In the next instant, his head, still filled with shock, suddenly fell back, accompanied by a spray of blood, and crashed heavily onto his back.

Kneeling down,

The stench of blood filled the air!