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“Xiao Xiao, don’t worry, I will definitely not let that Yellow-haired Kid touch you. He hasn’t even fully grown up yet; he’s just young and reckless. Even if Liu Xian can’t defeat him, I will.”
Qin Feng smiled, already thinking of a way to deal with that kid.
Liu Xiaoxiao gently nodded, a hint of a smile on her face.
Up ahead, Liu Xian was engaged in a fierce battle with that kid, wielding a Long Sword.
He was already panting heavily, desperately swinging at him, but all his attacks were blocked by the spear. It was truly impressive; he was running out of strength.
What had once been swift movements had now slowed down, and he had shifted from active offense to passive defense.
Lin Feng was also exerting a lot of effort, feeling that this Soldier was incredibly strong. He was fighting purely with brute force and couldn’t penetrate his body to stab him to death; he had some skills.
After dozens of exchanges, Liu Xian was exhausted and found it difficult to even walk.
His body began to sway uncontrollably; he had really expended a lot of energy. Even holding the Broadsword felt laborious! Normally, it felt like wielding a pair of scissors.
His head felt dizzy as he chased after that kid, but his speed was too fast, making him feel very disoriented.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Feng’s mouth. Then, he thrust the spear towards Liu Xian’s abdomen with great force and speed, intending to take care of this troublesome guy.
Just a few centimeters away from his belly, the Broadsword came back and blocked the attack, preventing him from being killed.
With tremendous force, he pushed Liu Xian back several steps but still couldn’t knock the Long Sword out of his hands.
The long spear quickly lunged forward, aiming for his neck. Several attempts were blocked, forcing him to retract swiftly.
This created the illusion of completely withdrawing the spear, convincing Liu Xian, and indeed, he was convinced.
Liu Xian was already exhausted; now even standing was a struggle, and his vision was failing him, leaving him barely able to evade the deadly attack!
However, when the spear was halfway retracted, it shot forward again, catching him off guard.
It knocked his Long Sword out of his hand, and then the back end of the spear slammed into his stomach, sending him flying over a meter away. He immediately clutched his abdomen and spat out large amounts of blood, but he was injured.
Liu Xian felt intense pain; how could that force be so great? He lay on the ground, vomiting blood, unable to swallow.
When he lifted his head, he saw the sharp spearhead, several centimeters long, stabbing toward his head. He quickly rolled on the ground to evade it.
Lin Feng, though young, wielded a spear skillfully and had defeated many experts! He didn't even regard the Soldiers of the court and had already chased them all over the place.
Liu Xian rolled on the ground to avoid the lethal attacks! Each time it was just a few centimeters away from creating two holes in his body.
His body was already terrified; cold sweat poured out of him. It was truly perilous!
The Imperial Guards and bandits on both sides raised their Long Swords and Spears high, ready to engage at any moment while waiting for the final outcome.
If these people joined in, it would surely lead to a brutal massacre! The ground was already covered with bloodied corpses; if another battle broke out, many would die!
Qin Feng had been observing all along. As those two fought fiercely, he sensed that the Yellow-haired Kid still had his guard up and possessed enough strength to dodge the flying arrows.
But now he had become careless, treating Liu Xian as his only enemy and letting his guard down. He was being stabbed at from all directions but managed to evade the attacks!
He became enraged, losing his rationality, and just wanted to kill him; it was the best opportunity besides that kid.
Qin Feng nocked an arrow on his bow, took a quick glance, and aimed for that kid's right hand.
Then he swiftly drew two more arrows, placing them on the bow, feeling confident that he could shoot both arrows simultaneously with his strength.
At that moment, Liu Xian truly had no strength left to dodge. Looking at the sharp tip of the spear just a few dozen centimeters away from him, coming straight for his chest, he decided not to evade any longer. Just give himself a quick end!
Those teammates of his were like pigs, each one a burden. At the critical moment, they just stood there watching. Did they want him to die? They were all cowards, too scared to charge in.
Suddenly, an arrow shot past, grazing the Yellow-haired Kid's right hand and causing him immediate pain with a wound several centimeters long.
He quickly retracted his spear. How dare someone shoot a sneak attack? Who was that reckless fool? He would definitely skin them alive later.
He lifted his head to look at those Soldiers in front of him.
However, two arrows were only a few centimeters away from him, flying by at incredible speed.
Before he could dodge, the two arrows instantly pierced through his neck, shooting from one side to the other.
He could no longer hold onto his spear; four gashes appeared on his throat, blood gushing out in bright red streams. It felt uncomfortable as it dripped onto the ground, and his body swayed like a weeble.
The spear clattered to the ground as he felt his head growing heavier and heavier. He became extremely dizzy and then collapsed onto the ground with a thud, motionless—he had truly been shot dead.
Liu Xian looked on in astonishment, wondering which expert had done this. With just three arrows, they had dealt with this troublesome fellow—one arrow struck his hand, while the other two pierced his throat.
Suddenly feeling a surge of strength in his body, the power of life, he hurried back and picked up his knife before returning to the Imperial Guard.
Watching the trajectory of the flying arrows, he realized that it was Qin Feng who had shot those three arrows. He still held the large bow, with two arrows nocked on it.
The Imperial Guards became exceptionally excited, as if they had taken a strength-enhancing pill.
They immediately charged toward the bandits, sensing an opportunity for revenge and wanting to hack them all to death on the ground.
The bandits were terrified; after all, it was their Young Master, the second strongest of Heifeng Stronghold, who had been shot dead by a Civil Official.
Although they had numerical superiority and had killed many Soldiers with arrows and stones during the ambush, they no longer had the will to fight. They dragged the corpse and ran outside.
The bandits certainly did not forget about Commander Zhang Mu; he was their High Official, and they had to take him along. Otherwise, being captured would mean certain death.
Dragging the bound Zhang Mu along, they attempted to escape, though he struggled violently against them.
Then two arrows flew in. One pierced the throat of a bandit on the left, killing him instantly as he fell to the ground.
The other arrow penetrated a man's heart, causing a massive outpouring of blood. He died too, clutching at the wound in horror.
The remaining two bandits were greatly frightened; they no longer dared to touch Zhang Mu and fled with all their might. They discarded their long spears—what good were those now? Escaping was their priority.
The remaining hundreds of Imperial Guards in Black Armor stepped over the bodies scattered on the ground and chased after the panicked bandits like wolves pursuing sheep.
Zhang Mu was also wearing black armor, and the Black Hooded Helmet had already been knocked off, revealing a wound on his head. The red blood had dried, and there were long wounds all over his body, covered in blood.
Seeing this, the Imperial Guards holding Long Swords were in pursuit, shouting loudly.
"Don't chase them anymore! We have important tasks at hand. Quickly organize the horses, supplies, and the wounded. We must get moving! Don't pursue a desperate enemy!"
The voice was very loud and had a rallying effect, calming down the frenzied Soldiers.
Originally, the murderous intent that burned like a great fire was doused by the heavy rain, temporarily extinguishing it.
He sheathed the blood-stained Broadsword and began to organize the horses and supplies around him, as well as attend to the wounded.
Liu Xian and several Imperial Guards rushed over, extremely excited that their superior had survived. They untied the ropes from his hands, which had left deep marks.
They cursed, saying that these bandits were inhumane, heartless beings who killed indiscriminately and injured innocent people so severely.
Qin Feng and the others slowly walked over, looking at the bodies lying on the ground. Each one bore numerous wounds; some had been hacked to mere flesh and bone, truly a sight too horrific to bear.
War is this cruel; this was just a small battle, yet hundreds had died or been injured.
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