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Yan Kong abruptly sheathed his blade, blood dripping from the edge and mingling with the dirt to form dark red stains on the ground. His face and armor were splattered with the enemy's blood, sweat trickling down his forehead, intertwining with the blood and making him appear more like a beast that had just carved a path through a sea of slaughter. He gasped for breath as he yanked open the palanquin's door, half of his body leaning inside, his eyes blazing with fiery anger as they locked onto Feng Huo.
"Hey! Strategist, what do we do now?" Yan Kong's voice was deep and hoarse, laced with uncontainable fury and impatience. His chest heaved rapidly, and his hand trembled slightly around the hilt of his sword, clearly still shaken from the recent battle.
However, Feng Huo remained unfazed. He sat calmly inside the palanquin, hands folded on his knees, wearing that enigmatic smile that was so hard to decipher. His gaze was tranquil, even carrying a hint of infuriating leisure, as if the carnage and chaos unfolding before him had nothing to do with him at all.
"Stop dawdling!" Yan Kong shouted angrily, his voice echoing like thunder within the palanquin. "Hurry up! What should we do now?" His anger gradually morphed into anxiety; his brow furrowed tightly, and there was a flicker of unease in his eyes. He could not comprehend how Feng Huo could remain so calm in such a situation, as if he had no worries about this ambush.
Feng Huo chuckled softly, his eyes seemingly filled with a strange kind of compassion or perhaps amusement. He straightened slightly, his tone calm yet imbued with an undeniable strength: "Sometimes, to see if a person truly possesses power, one must push them to their limits..."
Yan Kong froze for a moment; his gaze clashed with Feng Huo's, feeling as though those eyes could see right through to his soul. Feng Huo's voice was low and chilling, sending a shiver down Yan Kong's spine and momentarily halting his breath.
Feng Huo's lips curled into a slight smile that held profound meaning as his gaze lingered on Yan Kong. "And you, Yan Kong? If this is the dire situation you must face, what will you do?" His tone was casual yet cut like an invisible knife, piercing deep into Yan Kong's heart.
"You knew all along..." Yan Kong's voice dropped, tinged with disbelief. Confusion and anger filled his eyes as if someone had uncovered the deepest secrets of his heart. He finally understood that Feng Huo was not unprepared; he had anticipated this ambush long before and had deliberately drawn him into it to observe how he would react in such dire straits.
"Feng Huo, you're playing with fire," Yan Kong said quietly through clenched teeth, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly. He did not know what the intention behind all this was, but he realized he had been pushed to the edge of a cliff.
Feng Huo burst into laughter, the sound rumbling like thunder within the palanquin. His eyes sparkled with cunning and provocation; the curve of his lips brimmed with mockery. "Your presence has displeased many..." He paused for effect, leaning slightly forward with a low tone that carried an inciting undertone. "This is a good opportunity, Yankeeper... It’s time to seize your glory and respect."
With that said, he leisurely leaned back against the chair's backrest, hands crossed over his chest, wearing an expression of calm as if everything were under his control. The imminent crisis, the roaring battlefield, and death looming nearby seemed merely a play on stage to him; he was but an audience member who needed only to sit back and enjoy without participating.
Yan Kong burned with rage; his breath came in quick bursts as his chest rose and fell violently. He glared at Feng Huo’s composed face, fists clenched tightly as he struggled to contain his inner fury. With one swift kick, he slammed the palanquin door open; the sound echoed loudly like a release of all his pent-up anger.
"Damn it!" Yan Kong cursed under his breath, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic battlefield, his mind swirling like a storm. Alongside his anger, there was an overwhelming sense of anxiety and restlessness. He knew that at this moment, he had been pushed to the edge of a cliff, with no way back.
But as the chaos in his mind began to settle, a familiar thought emerged. Yes, why not just cut through everything? Just like before, tearing apart the enemy's defenses with his blade and stepping over their corpses to emerge victorious. Wasn't this exactly what he excelled at?
A smirk slowly crept across Yan Kong's lips, accompanied by a hint of arrogant coldness. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and murmured, "If this is what you want to see, then watch closely."
Taking a deep breath, he suddenly drew his sword, the cold blade glinting in the sunlight. He shouted loudly, "Come on!" His voice was deafening, drowning out the cries of battle and the sounds of explosions around him. His roar ignited a new fire of war, sending shockwaves through the soldiers nearby.
Without hesitation, Yan Kong stepped forward and charged into the chaotic battlefield. His figure resembled a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey; wherever his blade passed, enemies fell one after another. All that remained in his eyes was the thirst for bloodshed; the sword in his hand seemed to merge with his will, each swing carrying an irresistible force.
He forgot about Feng Huo and everything behind him, only remembering the struggles and victories he had faced over countless life-and-death battles throughout the years. His steps grew faster and stronger until the clamor of the battlefield was completely swallowed by his roar and the whoosh of his blade slicing through the air.
Feng Huo sat calmly in the palanquin, lightly tapping his fingers on his knee as he looked out at the battlefield through the window. His gaze fell upon the chaotic crowd and was immediately drawn to a frenzied red figure.
Yan Kong surged through the enemy ranks like a burning flame. Each swing of his sword sent forth a chilling light that cleaved through armor and shattered their defenses. The cries of agony from enemies rang out incessantly, but this only fueled his excitement further. He pressed on relentlessly; no one could stand against him as blood splattered across his armor in glaring red.
Watching all this unfold, Feng Huo's lips curled into a slight smile before bursting into laughter. "Hahaha! This man truly is single-minded!" His laughter carried a hint of amusement and satisfaction, as if he were witnessing an anticipated outcome. "Indeed, he only knows how to use this one trick—kill, kill to the end, like an unyielding beast!"
At that moment, a small recovery robot had somehow climbed onto Feng Huo's shoulder. Its camera wobbled slightly as it emitted beeping sounds, seemingly observing the battle as well. Feng Huo glanced at the robot on his shoulder with softened eyes before gently patting its round body and whispering, "Look, our mad dog is burning bright. His flames won’t extinguish easily."
The robot's camera shifted slightly as if responding to Feng Huo's words. Feng Huo's smile deepened as he turned his gaze back to the battlefield. Through the window, he saw Yan Kong's blade once again raise a spray of blood from enemies; his figure grew ever brighter amidst smoke and fire, like a torch fiercely burning and mercilessly consuming everything in its path.
"Just keep burning," Feng Huo murmured to himself, an elusive emotion flickering in his eyes. Leaning back slightly against the chair's backrest, he stroked the small recovery robot on his shoulder as they quietly watched Yan Kong’s battle together, as if appreciating an unparalleled performance.
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