pertwk Chapter 2283: Suffering from a Bronchitis
Chapter 2283: Suffering from a Bronchitis
Chapter 2283: Suffering from a Bronchitis
In recent years, the number of mountain demons and monsters has surged, and there have been frequent instances of immortals and demons emerging from their seclusion, posing a threat to human settlements. As civilians abandoned the countryside and flocked to medium and large cities, the mountain patrol army also became active and grew stronger. They were flexibly organized, mainly in small teams, equipped with all sorts of strange and unusual special weapons and medicines, and had rich experience in fighting demons and bandits.
The Qixia Sect originally looked down on human armies, believing they were merely numerically superior and utterly useless in battles of this caliber. Over a hundred years ago, they had dealt with the Julu Kingdom's army as easily as playing a game.
But as soon as they clashed with Cang Yan's army, they immediately realized something was wrong!
As soon as Cang Yan's army entered the field, they immediately split into more than thirty small teams, with each Qixia Sect member basically having two teams to take care of them.
One team harasses the front, another flanks the back; one team attacks first, another supports, their attacks are both dangerous and ruthless, always targeting open goals.
And the two sets of roles can be switched at any time.
Yuan Xilin's grand-disciple, the Daoist Qinghuan, was locked in combat with a crane demon when suddenly a long spear pierced his ribs from the side. It was Weng Su, who had recently taken on the role of the patrolling guard leader of Wei'an City, who had seized the opportunity.
Qinghuan Daoist almost injured the crane demon. He didn't want to pay attention to him, but the red light on the spearhead made him shudder. He instinctively felt that this was different from the mortal weapons he had dealt with before, and that he would probably suffer badly if he got stabbed.
He had barely jumped away when three crossbow bolts rained down from behind, the coordinated attacks leaving him no room to breathe. Just as Qinghuan Daoist was about to duck to dodge, the crane demon in front seized the opportunity and pecked him; its beak was sharper than a shovel. If he had been hit, his arm would have been bruised and battered.
Helpless, his spirit had no choice but to turn back and jump back to save his master.
This phantom was a giant, somewhat similar in appearance to the Maoling Giant, except it lacked a second head. It flew directly to block Qinghuan Daoist's back, swung its axe to deflect two arrows, but was then pierced in the abdomen by a third.
Dealing with physical attacks is usually easy; ethereal beings simply need to become phantoms. However, this phantom giant, having transformed from solid to ethereal, still had the arrow embedded in its abdomen and did not crash to the ground.
The arrowheads were hooked with ropes, and once they hit their target, the soldiers would pull them with all their might.
The giant phantom was actually being dragged! Daoist Qinghuan turned around and was both shocked and furious. He threw out the Heaven-Covering Seal.
The object was only the size of a seal when it was first launched, but it grew rapidly in the wind, becoming larger than Granny Zhu by the time it reached above the group, before accelerating its descent. The soldiers felt a large shadow looming over them and hurriedly dodged.
The Cangyan army has always openly taught and tested martial arts techniques and combat skills. All soldiers have cultivation levels and are also required to learn one or two movement techniques. Their true abilities are revealed when they are on the battlefield, avoiding the enemy and escaping for their lives. Some may not be extremely skilled, but at this moment, with the support of Yuan energy, they are truly as light as swallows. Whether they leap or roll, they can be several feet away in a flash.
The Heaven-Covering Seal crashed to the ground, but surprisingly, it didn't hit anyone.
Although cultivators typically wouldn't use such a bulky, heavy weapon in combat, these Cangyan soldiers, more agile than rabbits, still left Daoist Qinghuan utterly bewildered. With their cultivation levels, they shouldn't possess such agility; how did they manage to move as if their feet were oiled?
Is it really as Liu Qingdao said, that the laws of the human world are now very different from before?
As he split his body, he felt a sharp pain in his arm; Weng Su had chopped his shoulder with a knife.
Weng Su laughed at him mercilessly: "You idiot, you're distracted even while fighting!"
Qinghuan Daoist retaliated with a stern face. This fellow was clearly not an immortal, yet he possessed the strength of nine oxen and two tigers. His attacks were powerful and heavy, each strike aimed at his vital points. When he cooperated with the crane demon, he had to be careful to deal with him.
Having finally created some distance, Daoist Qinghuan quickly summoned his flying sword by making a hand seal.
This is the authentic magic of immortals. As soon as the flying sword leaves the hand, it begins to multiply, one becomes two, two become four, and through their collisions, they become thirty-two swords, beckoning to Weng Su from all directions.
Swords are positioned in every direction except the ground, aiming for a comprehensive, all-encompassing attack.
If this hits, Weng Su could change his name to Hedgehog.
Dozens of swords were fired simultaneously, and in the blink of an eye, dust flew up, making it impossible for the victim to see clearly.
However, after only two or three breaths, the dust settled, and two hidden darts shot out first, followed by a figure flying towards Qinghuan Daoist.
Weng Su emerged, his body enveloped in a faint glow, and upon closer inspection, he was shaped like a cauldron.
"So you know magic, so you know how to wield a sword?" This time, Weng Su switched to a large hammer, ready to swing it and send his opponent flying.
To counter the flying sword, he had just used the Golden Bell Shield, injecting not only true energy but also elemental energy into the artifact!
At this moment, the giant phantom of Qinghuan Daoist also began smashing the Cangyan soldiers, easing the burden on its master. Its movements were incredibly agile; it knocked four or five soldiers flying with a single blow, and even caught a leader, raising its hands to unleash a barrage of attacks!
Let alone a living person, even an iron stake would be smashed into a pancake. If it were He Lingchuan thirteen years ago, and he had simply taken the hit head-on without using any magical artifacts, he would have inevitably suffered internal injuries.
The squad leader had no time to dodge and could only raise his shield to intercept.
The others heard more than a dozen loud bangs within three to five breaths, and the man was smashed to the ground.
The other soldiers rushed to save the person, working together to pull the giant ethereal spirit away, while the other two went to rescue the captain.
To the great surprise of the Qixia Sect members, this person actually got up from the ground on his own!
Although he was swaying and coughed up blood before he could even stand properly, and although he had lost an arm, he was still alive and didn't seem to be in any immediate danger. He was then quickly sent to the rear.
This is unreasonable. Qinghuan Daoist's spirit once killed a powerful enemy with the same combo. That was a famous and powerful figure!
How could an unknown soldier possibly be so resilient?
They were unaware, of course, that Cang Yan's Yuan Power greatly enhances the strength, speed, stamina, and agility of individual soldiers, significantly weakens enemy attacks, and has many other uses, such as enabling "damage apportionment" during group battles.
The giant phantom's attack on Weng Su looked fierce, but most of the damage had already been reduced by the Yuan Power. The remaining damage was then distributed among the team of over forty people, with the last bit falling on the squad leader.
He had his own protective aura, supernatural powers, and shield. Despite the damage, although he had two broken ribs and his right wrist, his life was not in danger.
Of course, his teammates also felt uncomfortable after sharing the damage, as if they had been severely beaten all over—two of them couldn't hold it in and vomited on the spot—but at least there were no casualties.
The most terrifying thing is that this is not an isolated case. Looking across the entire battlefield, dozens of teams are fully engaged in the battle, yet casualties are limited. The army is no longer like the one Qixia Sect remembered, where individuals are fragile and easily killed. They have become an inseparable part of Qixia Sect, playing a role far beyond simply assisting the powerful figures of the Yuan Si in battle.
(End of this chapter)