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For those like Ye Huan who have never been on the battlefield, they might not understand what it means for five thousand cavalry to face two thousand infantry. However, for the soldiers stationed at the border for a long time, they deeply comprehend what this represents.
If five thousand cavalry can be likened to the presence of an adult, then two thousand infantry might not even amount to a child still in swaddling clothes; they could barely be compared to a small mouse, and one that is gravely ill at that...
After all, the impact of cavalry is terrifying. Often, just one charge through the infantry can result in eighty percent of them being trampled underfoot without even needing to draw a sword.
Perhaps due to excessive panic, after Weiyang's earlier words incited the soldiers' anger, it seemed that mere curses were not enough to vent their frustration. Someone almost charged at Weiyang, causing the centurions to hurriedly restrain their subordinates while casting wary glances at Zuo Yi's attendant.
As soldiers, obeying orders is their duty. Whoever sent them away would naturally be their target for blame. Unfortunately, that attendant was currently being held by Ye Huan by the collar and could only ignore the centurions' gazes.
At that moment, in front of the ruins of the city wall, Zuo Yi and Han Lin had already engaged in combat. Both wielded long weapons and instinctively chose an aggressive attack style. A spear struck like a hawk diving for its prey, while the Jagged Blade moved like a serpent in deep waters, unleashing waves of sword energy that pockmarked the ground around them. Their mounts collapsed nearby, seemingly unable to withstand the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.
As time passed, both Zuo Yi and Han Lin sustained considerable injuries. However, Han Lin clearly held a significant advantage by utilizing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy; any new wound he received would vanish in an instant. In contrast, Zuo Yi's wounds showed no signs of recovery from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. His body was battered and bloodied, gasping for breath—he was clearly at a disadvantage...
"Give up; you are no match for me..."
With another fierce swing of his spear, Han Lin sent Zuo Yi flying far away. He spoke calmly, even retracting his spear as if dismissing Zuo Yi's strength entirely. After all, having lived on the battlefield for so many years himself, Han Lin's skills and techniques could not possibly be inferior to Zuo Yi's. In terms of power, there was a world of difference between a Sixth-Level Warrior and a Fifth-Level Warrior; it was only natural for him to look down on Zuo Yi.
After being knocked back, Zuo Yi barely managed to stabilize himself mid-air before performing a backflip onto the ground. He tore off a strip of cloth from his armor to bind his shattered hand and then glared at Han Lin, who had sent him flying. Upon looking up, he caught sight of Han Lin's disdainful expression, which ignited a surge of anger within him—a vivid image flashed through his mind: amidst raging flames, with Han Lin's spear thrusting upward, a man and woman were lifted into the air before being cleaved in two, blood raining down like a storm...
That scene was from six years ago!
Thinking of this made Zuo Yi's eyes turn blood-red; even the whites of his eyes seemed to bleed with rage as he channeled all his Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy into the Jagged Blade.
With a whoosh...
As Zuo Yi unleashed his full power as a Fifth-Level Warrior, vast amounts of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy transformed into sword energy that spread across the Jagged Blade. It extended several feet further like a flame burning fiercely and doubled in width.
Now, the Jagged Blade no longer resembled its former self; it was clearly transformed into a steel plate made of sword energy! Gripping this massive Jagged Blade, Zuo Yi didn't even need to swing it; he simply swung it toward Han Lin with tremendous force, creating a sharp whistling sound.
Seeing this scene unfold, Han Lin showed no intention of using his spear at all. Instead, he extended his left hand as sword energy surged forth from it, forming a short blade over a foot long. The pure white light emanating from it contrasted sharply with the pale sword energy on Zuo Yi's Jagged Blade.
Holding the Short Blade effortlessly, Han Lin made no visible movement. He simply pushed his hand forward, and the Short Blade met the broad surface of the Jagged Blade, preventing it from advancing even a fraction of an inch.
"How is this possible?!" Ye Huan, standing on the city wall, widened his eyes in disbelief. He loosened his grip on Zuo Yi's hand and leaned forward against the wall, trying to get a clearer view.
Beside him, Zhang Ren stepped closer and placed a hand on Ye Huan's shoulder. "There's nothing strange about it. The opponent is a Sixth-Level Warrior with the ability to compress Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Don't underestimate that Short Blade formed from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy; it's already a miracle that the Jagged Blade has held up until now."
Perhaps to validate Zhang Ren's words, the Jagged Blade, which was being held by the Short Blade at Zuo Yi and Han Lin's position, suddenly emitted a sharp crack and shattered into countless fragments. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy that had been attached to the Jagged Blade vanished completely, as if it had never existed in this world.
At that moment, Zuo Yi's eyes lost their focus as he witnessed the Jagged Blade breaking apart.
He had lost—utterly lost. He had even fared worse than Zhang Ren did yesterday; his weapon had been reduced to shards, making it clear he was no match for Han Lin.
For eight long years, countless nights had been spent waking from nightmares that reminded him of his vow for revenge, promising himself he would settle the blood feud with Han Lin when they finally met. But now that he stood before Han Lin, he found himself powerless; Zuo Yi could not compete with him at all. It felt as though his life's goal had vanished in an instant, leaving him standing there in a daze.
"Hmph, it seems you lack the strength to avenge your parents? I spared you back then because you were just a child; I didn't want to harm an innocent. But now you're no longer a child. If you fail, you must be prepared for failure!" As he spoke, Han Lin drew the spear embedded in the ground and took deliberate steps toward Zuo Yi. With his final words, he suddenly exerted force, thrusting the spear directly toward Zuo Yi's throat.
Boom!
At that moment, even from two hundred meters away amidst the ruins of the city wall, a loud explosion echoed into both Zuo Yi's and Han Lin's ears, snapping Zuo Yi back to reality. He then witnessed an unforgettable scene: Han Lin let out a pained roar as he knelt on the ground with one hand gripping the spear. Sweat beaded on his forehead while blood dripped from both hands onto the ground; even the spear was cast aside.
Upon closer inspection, Zuo Yi was shocked to see a gaping hole about three inches in diameter in Han Lin's gripping hand—there was no flesh or blood inside it at all. If not for Han Lin's larger hand size, it might have been possible for him to lose his hand entirely.
In his astonishment, Zuo Yi wondered where this injury had come from. Remembering the earlier explosion, he turned his head toward Han Lin’s destination—his own stronghold, the historical relic known as the Abandoned Wall.
Perhaps startled by that earlier sound, soldiers of all ranks atop the Abandoned Wall—including ordinary soldiers, centurions, Zhang Ren, and Weiyang—all turned their attention to someone lying against the wall.
There lay Ye Huan, angrily releasing his grip on a four-foot-long weapon he had just been holding and cursing under his breath: "Damn it! I missed!"
Thud…
Upon hearing Ye Huan's words, Weiyang and Zhang Ren—who were staring blankly at the injured Han Lin—almost stumbled over themselves. After regaining his balance with great effort, Weiyang pointed toward Han Lin’s direction and shouted at Ye Huan: "Hey! Are you kidding me? That was missing?"
"Uh... did I miss?" Not understanding why Weiyang was so agitated, Ye Huan looked again at the firearm he had just used, the weapon on page eleven of the Summoning Book, the Barrett M82A1 anti-material sniper rifle!
Two hundred meters, with a scope, Ye Huan aimed at Han Lin's head, but ended up hitting Han Lin's hand instead. Wasn't that a miss? Fortunately, it wasn't a worse miss; otherwise, it might not have been Han Lin who got hurt, but possibly Zuo Yi!
Carefully retracting the Barrett M82A1 anti-material sniper rifle, Ye Huan made up his mind. With such a powerful sniper rifle, it was best not to use it until his shooting skills were honed. If he failed to kill the enemy and ended up injuring his own people instead, Ye Huan would be in serious trouble.
After securing the Barrett, Ye Huan waved his hand towards Zuo Yi's position, signaling him to hurry back while he still had time. Otherwise, once Han Lin's injury was healed by Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, escaping would be impossible…
Seeing Ye Huan waving at him, Zuo Yi felt an intense internal struggle. After all, Han Lin's injury meant he had an opportunity. But thinking about Han Lin's strength as a Sixth-Level Warrior made him lose confidence. The words Ye Huan had said on the Dueling Platform yesterday flashed through his mind: "As long as the green mountains remain, one need not worry about firewood."
Understanding this point, Zuo Yi decided there was no need for hesitation. Without saying a word, he sprinted towards the ruins of the city wall.
As he moved, in the distance, all the soldiers from the Southern Xiongnu Empire who had followed Han Lin and were watching the duel rushed forward under the protection of several Centurions. Clearly, they wanted to protect Han Lin…
Ignoring how quickly his soldiers surrounded him in a circle, Han Lin glared hatefully at the figure on top of the city wall who was still letting Zuo Yi run away. Disregarding the orders given by the Sovereign of the Southern Xiongnu Empire before coming here, he charged at those Centurions with his bloodied right hand and shouted loudly, "Charge! We must take this stronghold today!"
"Warlord, isn't this a bit inappropriate? The Sovereign..." Hearing Han Lin's command, one Centurion who had previously tried to dissuade him spoke up but was met with…
Smack! A crisp slap landed on this Centurion's face. A flush of abnormal color appeared on Han Lin's pale face from blood loss as he shouted again, "When I say charge, you charge! I'll take responsibility for any issues with the Sovereign!"
"Yes!" The Centurion who had just been slapped seemed to understand who was in charge here. After responding to Han Lin, he turned his gaze towards Ye Huan and others at the Abandoned Wall and unleashed his anger on those Regular Soldiers, shouting even louder than Han Lin before: "Charge! Charge! Charge!!!"
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