pertwk Chapter 42 Surrounded
Chapter 42 Surrounded
In a direct confrontation, Fu Que was not afraid of these two, even if one of them was an archery expert. What he feared was that there were only two of them on the surface, but that someone else was secretly watching them.
Although a well-prepared force would likely not have a large force to deal with a mere apprentice Tiger Rider like him, it's always better to be safe than sorry.
When you're ambushing someone, you can be a bit reckless, but when you're ambushed, it's best to seek revenge afterwards.
The chase lasted for about twenty breaths, and Fu Que was still about 130 horse lengths away from the gaunt man, but he had now run out of the attack range of the man wearing an archery turban.
"Damn it! We should have unharnessed his horse first. We were really careless this time."
The man with the headscarf watched the two disappear from sight, his jaw clenching as he chewed, a bad feeling rising in his heart.
However, seeing the direction Fu Que fled in, his unease subsided slightly; it was the direction of another target to be ambushed.
Fu Que may have run away, but he made a fatal mistake. How could an ambush only target him?
"Heal~".
Fu Que pulled on the reins, and the galloping steed suddenly reared up and stopped in a very short time. When its hooves came down, they trampled a patch of green seedlings and snorted a few times.
"You're so damn lucky, not only are you lucky, but your horse is also pretty fast."
A thin man came up from behind, panting and cursing.
"What a useless piece of trash. He can't even catch a trainee Tiger Rider, and we have to clean up his mess."
The 'person' who stood ten horse lengths in front of Fu Que licked his lips and cursed.
"That kid's a bit strange, but it's good that you've blocked him. What about that Tiger Rider?"
The thin man ignored the malice and sarcasm in the other person's tone and asked.
"Of course we ate them. The Tiger Riders used our brothers to refine medicine and craft weapons, so we will naturally repay them with blood when we have the chance."
The "person" gave Fu Que a bright smile, his mouth full of red thread, and a terrified and pained head was thrown at Fu Que's feet.
degree.
"I think you'd better stop struggling. I can give you a quick death. Otherwise, you'll end up like this guy, with all four of your limbs broken by me, and you'll be eaten slowly and painfully. And you'll feel it very clearly, hahaha."
Fu Que dismounted, pursing his lips without saying a word.
He can only ride a horse, but to talk about horse combat is a pipe dream. Besides, a waist knife is not suitable for horse combat. He can better exert his fighting power when he is on horseback.
The new "people" who surrounded him all resembled bats in appearance, with their black and white lines somewhat similar.
Four opponents: two at the Blood Pass level, two at the peak of the Tendon Pass level, and a Tendon Pass archery master who arrived at some unknown time to provide support.
With their intentions aligned with the enemy's, the encirclement was already in place, and the Tiger Cavalry generally had little hope of turning the tide.
"On a side note, you had so many opportunities before, why did you only seize this one? Tiger Riders died, and it happened while they were patrolling their assigned area. Didn't you know what that meant?"
"We didn't want this either, but why did you insist on taking our lives? Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone us!"
The gaunt man tossed out a small flag, which instantly fluttered without wind and vanished into thin air.
But as the small flag disappeared, mounds of weeds, wheat seedlings, and even mud rose up, enveloping all five of them.
"Military flag and ritual implements: drawing a circle on the ground as a prison."
Fu Que's pupils constricted, sensing danger for the first time: "Using this thing requires the activation of the nation's destiny. Are you backed by the Great Zhao Dynasty?!"
Ever since Qin Lie used the Mountain Lord Flag, he made a special trip to the Imperial Guard's armory to check if there was a suitable military flag for him. Even if there wasn't, he could find an opportunity to get his hands on one and study it.
But to my surprise, before I could even get my hands on it, it ended up being used on me first.
"You talk too much!"
The gaunt man was surprised that a trainee Tiger Rider would have such knowledge, and his killing intent surged even more. He formed his five fingers into claws, like protruding blades, and slashed towards Fu Que's throat.
"Whoosh whoosh."
A crisp, tearing sound rang out in the air.
Fu Que paused slightly, then exerted force with his feet and lumbar spine simultaneously, dodging the throat-grabbing grab, and at the same time, pulled out his waist knife and slashed at the tendon in the right arm.
This sideways movement and the drawing of the sword were perfectly timed, not only avoiding the attacker's attack but also drawing the weapon smoothly.
The scroll-wielding swordsman in Fu Que's mind moved with unprecedented speed, an invisible force coursing through his body. Fu Que's eyes were filled with deep black ripples, instantly locking onto the gaunt man, his aura suddenly soaring.
"Such abundant blood energy, you're a Blood Gate Warrior?!"
The gaunt man hadn't expected that a trainee tiger rider would possess such combat prowess. It turned out that his earlier evasion of the arrows wasn't luck, but genuine skill.
Blood Gate Warrior, so young, you're old enough to be a Three-Azure-Striped Tiger Rider, how come you're still a Trainee Tiger Rider?!
Fu Que remained silent and hurried forward.
Once he was freed from this prison, he had little hope of escape. To survive, he had to draw blood and kill all the men surrounding him.
He tossed out the flashing talisman, but the talisman, which had always worked, failed this time. Although it ignited the moment it was released, it did not emit the dazzling light it usually did.
Damn it, they even banned magic.
Fu Que cursed inwardly, but only paused for a moment after throwing out the talisman. Inside the dark earthen fortress formed by drawing a circle on the ground, three other gusts of wind came biting like pythons.
A figure skimmed along the ground on the left, its hands flashing with a cold light. Nearly a foot long claws extended from the backs of its hands, silently slashing towards Fu Que's calves.
This move was insidious and cunning, with a tricky angle; it was clearly aimed at crippling Fu Que's calf, and the intention was naturally to slowly torture and kill him.
The figure on the right took several steps back, and several black shadows flew towards Fu Que from the side, not aiming at his head, chest, abdomen, or other vital areas, but specifically targeting the vulnerable acupoints of the human body's joints.
The figure behind him, like an out-of-control truck, crossed his arms, with dense, intricate chains wrapped around them, and crashed straight into Fu Que.
This collision was clearly intended to restrict Fu Que's mobility.
The gaunt man facing off unleashed a flurry of claw shadows with his arms. Although most of these shadows were merely for show due to his lack of internal energy cultivation, they were still quite intimidating thanks to the power of a Blood Gate martial artist.
One against four, three demons and one person, all of them were experienced veterans. To be honest, if it were anyone else, even someone like Qin Lie or Sun Shun who was only a step away from becoming a Qi Refining Warrior, they would almost certainly die.
Without the support of extraordinary spiritual power, the physical qualities of people are actually not much different. No matter how much they are trained, it is useless. They are still just mortals.
The extreme pressure of death assailed him, the invisible wind penetrating his soul, the cold, disdainful gaze of death suffocating Fu Que like an unyielding curse.