Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Indeed, Ye Huan's Summoning Book was enormous, twice the size of an ordinary summoner's. However, as the Southern Xiongnu Empire's army drew closer, feeling the slight tremors beneath his feet and the brisk autumn wind blowing against him, Ye Huan's palms became slick with sweat. He kept his gaze fixed ahead, having no time to respond to Zuo Yi's question. This sensation was more suffocating than a lack of breath.
Another gust of northern wind swept through, and after a minute had passed, the dark line in the distance finally revealed its complete outline to Ye Huan—cavalry, all cavalry!
In stark contrast to the neatly armored South Huns Soldiers, the soldiers of the Southern Xiongnu Empire were mostly bare-chested, their muscular upper bodies exposed. They carried long sabers at their sides and sturdy bows and arrows on their backs. Perhaps due to their beliefs, their faces were smeared with various war paints, giving them a fierce appearance. Even their horses towered over those of Huaxia Nation.
As they closed in further, a man with a buzz cut and a scruffy beard suddenly came into view at the forefront of the Southern Xiongnu Empire troops. He rode a chestnut horse, his body muscular like a brick wall. In his hand was a seven-foot-long spear, its tip gleaming brightly in the sunlight like a mirror.
Not only did Ye Huan notice this man, but Weiyang also fell silent, his gaze fixated on the man's well-defined muscles. He couldn't help but mutter while patting his own round belly, "That guy is so arrogant."
Arrogant? After hearing Weiyang's words clearly, Zuo Yi began to scrutinize the soldiers of the Southern Xiongnu Empire closely. Soon enough, he spotted the leading man and froze in shock for a moment before managing to utter, "Is it him?"
Who is he? Hearing Zuo Yi's words made Ye Huan's heart skip a beat as an ominous premonition washed over him.
Meanwhile, down below at the city wall, the man being observed by Ye Huan and others spotted Zuo Yi atop the wall. He suddenly pulled on his horse's reins and raised his hand; behind him, five thousand cavalrymen came to an immediate halt.
"Warlord, what is..." Not understanding why they had stopped marching, one of the Centurions from the Southern Xiongnu Empire rode up beside the man and inquired.
Warlord—there were only thirty-five Warlords among the Southern Xiongnu Empire's massive army of three hundred fifty thousand. The man who had arrived held significant status within the Southern Xiongnu Empire; his name was Han Lin.
Others might not know who Han Lin was, but Zuo Yi understood better than anyone else. Years ago, Sky Star City had been attacked by the Southern Xiongnu Empire. During that assault, Zuo Yi's parents had tragically lost their lives at the hands of Southern Xiongnu soldiers. The leader at that time was none other than Han Lin. Perhaps Han Lin had not been cruel enough back then; after killing Zuo Yi’s parents, he did not raise his blade against fifteen-year-old Zuo Yi. This was precisely why Zuo Yi chose to enlist in the military.
He sought revenge; he wanted blood for blood from Han Lin!
So much time had passed since that fateful day, yet neither Zuo Yi nor Han Lin had forgotten that moment. However, Zuo Yi had grown up—grown strong enough to face Han Lin.
"Relay my orders: hold position and wait for my signal; I will go test the waters..." Cutting off the Centurion’s words with a wave of his hand, Han Lin urged his horse forward alone toward Abandoned Wall.
Behind him, the Centurion noticed Han Lin's movements and couldn't help but stomp his foot in frustration. Memories of the Sovereign's orders from the Southern Xiongnu Empire flashed through his mind. They had come this time merely to demonstrate their strength, to pressure Beiyuan City and Northern Liang City into sending reinforcements to Star of Heaven, thereby slowing down the encroachment of these two cities on Southern Xiongnu Empire territory. But what was happening now? The leading Warlord, Han Lin, was actually walking toward the enemy alone!
Standing atop the Abandoned Wall, Zuo Yi also took notice of Han Lin's solitary figure. Suddenly, he sprang into action, grabbing one of his subordinates and whispering a few instructions in his ear before leaping off the Abandoned Wall. He landed on the steed previously ridden by Ye Huan and kicked its belly, galloping past the Abandoned Wall, charging straight toward Han Lin. Ye Huan and the others were left bewildered, unsure of what was unfolding.
The soldiers of Huaxia Nation stationed at the base of the Abandoned Wall noticed their Centurion Zuo Yi riding out toward the outer circle of the formation. Instinctively, they parted to create a path just wide enough for one person to pass through. The sound of hoofbeats striking the ground echoed crisply as dust rose in clouds wherever Zuo Yi rode.
In front of Zuo Yi, Han Lin mirrored his actions. The two men began a charge before a total of seven thousand soldiers from both nations, slowly drawing their weapons. As their steeds crossed paths, the Jagged Blade and long spear clashed with a sharp sound, prompting both to halt.
"Zuo Yi, long time no see..." After stopping his charge and steadying his mount, Han Lin thrust his spear into the ground and spoke. A faint trickle of blood oozed from a small wound on his arm caused by the Jagged Blade.
"Yes, it has been a long time indeed, Han Lin. Eight years ago you spared my life; I told you that if we met again, I would personally kill you to honor my parents' spirits!" Zuo Yi glared at Han Lin with a ferocious expression that was even darker than when he had seen the corpses of South Huns soldiers last night. His teeth clenched tightly as he spoke bitterly. Blood poured from his hand where he gripped the Jagged Blade; it had been injured during their brief clash.
Noticing that Zuo Yi's hand had been injured without using Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, Han Lin smiled slightly, unafraid of Zuo Yi gathering the momentum of a Fifth-Level Warrior. Instead, he kicked his spear upright into the ground; it flew over four meters into the air before landing perfectly in Han Lin's hand. This display showcased his familiarity with such weapons.
Pointing the spear at Zuo Yi, a faint white light formed from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy illuminated Han Lin's wound. To the naked eye, what had been a minor injury began to heal slowly. Once it completely vanished, Han Lin laughed and said, "Haha! Since you remember what you once said, do you recall what I said back then?"
What had Han Lin said eight years ago? In Zuo Yi's memory, Han Lin had only uttered one phrase: "You will never defeat me in your lifetime!"
Seeing that Han Lin's arm wound had disappeared, Zuo Yi understood that Han Lin had not been wrong eight years ago; he had clearly reached a level above Sixth-Level Warrior! However, driven by vengeance for his father's murder that could not be forgiven or forgotten after eight long years since he last saw Han Lin—would he give up now? Of course not!
With a sudden surge of Fifth-Level Warrior momentum, Zuo Yi's Jagged Blade extended under the enhancement of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy until it matched the length of Han Lin's spear as he charged forward on his steed.
Perhaps realizing this wasn't enough, as their distance closed by half, Zuo Yi flipped his left hand and produced the dagger he had used against Zhang Ren on the Dueling Platform. He hurled it toward Han Lin…
In battles within Nine Provinces Continent, one must first confront their opponent directly. Since Han Lin had dared to ride over alone after recognizing Zuo Yi’s face earlier, how could he possibly lack strength?
As the dagger approached him, Han Lin suddenly smiled. With a slight movement of his left hand, a sword energy transformed from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy shot forth directly at the dagger, effortlessly knocking it aside while his spear met Zuo Yi's Jagged Blade…
Atop the Abandoned Wall…
“Sixth-Level Warrior?”
Staring in shock at the two engaged in battle, Ye Huan finally understood where his earlier unease had come from. A warrior capable of enhancing their physique with Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, accompanied by an army of five thousand, could easily overwhelm this dilapidated city wall. He feared that even over two thousand men would struggle to hold it, especially since Ye Huan and the others still had no idea if there were more troops on the way.
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. Clutching his M4A1 assault rifle tightly, he heard Zuo Yi's subordinate urging nearby, “Hurry, get down faster…”
Looking over in confusion, Ye Huan clearly saw that under Zuo Yi's command, a large number of soldiers who had previously climbed the wall were now rushing down towards the ground. Furious, Ye Huan quickly approached Zuo Yi's subordinate, grabbing him by the collar and shouting angrily, “What are you doing?”
At Ye Huan's shout, Weiyang and Zhang Ren, who had been focused on the battlefield, turned their attention back. Seeing that Zuo Yi was fighting fiercely ahead while these soldiers seemed ready to retreat infuriated them. They reacted similarly to Ye Huan, stopping those soldiers who were about to leave the ruins of the city wall.
“Young Master Ye, Centurion has already given orders. He is likely to face failure this time; we should retreat first, and he will catch up later…”
After traveling all afternoon yesterday, this subordinate who was grabbed by Ye Huan must have remembered him from being next to Zuo Yi, addressing him as ‘Young Master Ye’.
“What? Just abandoning this stronghold and running away? That’s not very manly!”
Perhaps mocking the soldiers, Weiyang grumbled discontentedly upon hearing the subordinate's response. Unexpectedly, this remark sparked outrage among many soldiers, who shouted angrily:
“Hey man, why don’t you go up and fight?” “Damn it, there are five thousand cavalry over there! We’re all infantry; how can we fight?”
Shaking his head helplessly, Ye Huan looked at the red-faced soldiers cursing loudly. He truly couldn't understand how people in this world thought. To retreat without a fight while leaving their commander behind to battle—what did they think of their leader? What did they think of the dignity of Huaxia Nation?
Comment 0 Comment Count