Chapter 444

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Chapter 444: Such a Good Number Should Be Full of Blood and Gore

When two paths meet.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind.

In an instant, Tanis felt like he might weigh over a hundred pounds and thought it would be better to dig a hole and bury himself.

Her mental state was on the verge of exploding.

Because from her perspective, she couldn’t even notice that there was a person sitting on the tiger’s back.

She couldn’t see, but someone else could.

The familiar scent of the colorful tiger made her feel a little disgusted and resistant, but she couldn’t say why it came from.

She also saw disdain and contempt in the tiger’s eyes.

But that’s all.

It was just disdain and contempt, like a cat seeing someone it particularly dislikes, too lazy to even approach, raising its head high to avoid, without thinking of pouncing and biting.

In other words, there was no intention to kill.

As the colorful tiger approached, the mercenaries trembled and raised their guns. Chao Lu pushed down their muzzles and said, "It’s not coming for us…"

One of the mercenaries saw the tiger slowly approaching, then it suddenly turned its head, its big cat head turning towards him, its eyes the size of car lights blinked, and then it exhaled a strong smell of blood from its nostrils.

The tiger licked the bald mercenary’s silly head, its barbed tongue sweeping over the top. The mercenary was stunned, and then he had a out-of-body experience, scared to death on the spot.

But Chao Lu was relieved to see this scene. Cats don’t lick people for the taste, and it’s not that the higher status ones lick the lower status ones’ fur. They lick and smell each other’s scents as a form of social interaction.

The fierce tiger ran through the mercenary group, passed by Tanis, and then faced more than thirty riders halfway up the mountain.

The lieutenant’s expression became serious. Such a big tiger, full of oppression, the king of the mountain… Tigers are also extremely terrifying among many demons, and growing up to this level is definitely not an ordinary mountain tiger.

What made him even more pressured was the person sitting on the tiger’s back. The person was sitting cross-legged, with a bronze mask covering his face, wearing a black cloak and coat, and a conical hat on top, looking like a cone.

The lieutenant couldn’t return empty-handed. At this point, he understood everything, holding the black fox corpse in the tiger’s mouth.

"What about my comrades?" the lieutenant questioned. The language of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom is similar to that of the Ming Country, but closer to the ancient language of the Great Wilderness.

The young man in the bronze mask said lightly, "Forty-five, all killed."

The lieutenant grasped the reins tightly, his eyes filled with fury.

It turns out that the forty riders sent to intercept the escape route and the black fox scouts were all killed by this person. No wonder they haven’t appeared until now!

This is troublesome. The loss is already more than half in an instant, but this person doesn’t seem to have a drop of blood on him. Is he an opponent I can handle?

The lieutenant started having second thoughts, but he instantly killed that idea.

…Cannot retreat!

…Going back means death, and with so much loss, I’m sure to die!

…Since it’s all death, why not risk my life here!

Life in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom is cheap; all creatures find it hard to treasure life, whether it’s their own or others.

The lieutenant drew his waist sword and swung it forward, saying, "Attack!"

Ten riders dashed down from the mountainside. Though there weren’t many, the power and beauty of their cavalry charge were astonishing. Their agile bodies moved up and down with the horses, merging human and horse into one. The sight was pleasing to the eye. Over ten demon soldiers simultaneously unsheathed their swords, creating a resounding sound that echoed through the wind. The glimmer of their blades reflected cold light in the dark woods, leaving behind afterimages. The combined power of the horse and demon, both superior to human cavalry, unleashed a powerful slash that could shatter even rocks!

The ten cavalrymen charged like a raging wind. The lieutenant inwardly roared, determined to make you shed at least a drop of blood!

He barely saw anything, as if something flashed in mid-air for a moment.

The knights who were less than twenty meters away suddenly stopped, and in the next moment, a blood line appeared from their shoulders. As the war horses ran and bumped, the upper part of their chests became dislocated. Their coordination was not very good.

So the upper body fell down like this. It started splitting from the third rib, and the two arms fell off halfway. Although the war horse under their feet was intact, the more than ten cavalry soldiers running looked like they were falling apart. Their heads and hands all ran away from home, and only three-fifths of their bodies remained on the horse’s back, standing still.

The fallen monster soldiers didn’t even cry out in pain; they died inexplicably, and even gave away ten mixed-blood horses.

Lieutenant Zhang was gaping. He didn’t understand what had happened, but this was a method of killing from a distance.

The young man sitting on the tiger’s back had a sword resting on his knee, which quietly broke.

He didn’t mind at all; he picked up a fallen waist sword from the ground and casually replenished his equipment.

Lieutenant became more certain that this was not some magical skill, but a high level of martial arts… He had seen it before, in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, where dragons and snakes mixed, and many martial artists from the Ming Country would come here. Most of them were desperados. He had seen second-tier masters who could swing a ten-zhang long sword aura, shattering gold and iron; when they swung it, no one could come close!

Then this big-bellied man was killed.

Surrounded by the cavalry and tortured to death!

The soldiers and cavalry of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom have a more terrifying killing ability than a normal army. Even if only a few of them are left after being killed, they can wear down a skilled warrior.

The lieutenant also knew the weakness of these experts. Their flaw lies in the need to catch their breath. Martial arts require a continuous flow of energy, but there will always be a time when they run out. The moment they need to catch their breath is their weakest moment.

If he had five hundred iron cavalry, he was confident that he could charge and defeat this expert. But now, he only had around twenty left…

The lieutenant didn’t dare to think too much. He looked around and gritted his teeth, saying, "Let’s go, going back is a dead end!"

As he spoke, he led the charge, with the other twenty-plus riders silently clenching their teeth, following him down the mountain.

The young man on the tiger silently snapped the waist sword in his hand, and the sword aura spread out, forming a wide arc.

In a defensive stance, only two riders were caught off guard and beheaded on the spot. The rest either lifted their bodies to dodge the attack or jumped up in the air.

Several riders jumped up, their feet off the ground. They drew their bows and aimed their arrows. Before releasing the arrows, the young man threw the broken blade in his hand, and the fragments flew out, instantly taking down a figure in mid-air.

Six or seven people died, and there were a few who escaped. Arrows were coming at them, but with a flick of his hand, the young man guided the arrows in a circle before they flew towards one rider, piercing through both the rider and the horse.

Although they are light-armored demon soldiers, they kill very easily and effortlessly. This group of demon soldiers is definitely not weak, and you could even say they are a small elite force. Just by looking at them, you can tell that their average level is above 25. They not only wear armor, but also strengthen their bodies with demonic power. Their muscles are tightly stretched, so when a bullet hits them, it only goes in a few centimeters at most, and sometimes doesn’t even hit their internal organs. That’s also the reason why small-caliber submachine guns have such poor effects against them.

But this kind of protection is as fragile as tofu and easily killed by sharp sword energy, just like ants.

A few nearby soldiers were instantly cleared out. Don’t forget, he also had a magnificent, three-meter-tall tiger sitting next to him. This is not just for show.

The magical soldier had to jump off the horse’s back to reach his coat’s corner. Just as he got close within five meters, he was slapped on the face with a dropped hand, making peanut butter splatter.

The lieutenant dropped his waist sword and rushed over, facing certain death. He took off the huge bow made of thunder cow tendons from his back, and the electric arcs of thunder flickered on the bowstring. It activated his innate magical power, giving the arrows a demonic force. Ignoring the consequences, the demonic force enhanced his physical strength, as he bent the bow to its limit and released the arrow like a bolt of lightning.

The arrow flew, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, adding even more power to the arrow. It was the sacrifice of its own demonic essence that brought about this thunderbolt. Using it would surely greatly weaken its own strength, but it didn’t care about anything else in order to kill its enemy.

Thunder struck, he hoped this arrow would bring him glory.

But this thunderbolt was eaten by the fierce tiger as it opened its mouth, and its teeth also bit the arrows, creating a sharp sound.

The thunder exploded, and the air crackled with electricity and loud thunder. Crouching Tiger bit off an arrow with a lightning bolt, swallowing the extra thunder instantly. The colorful tiger’s fur stood on end slightly, and its tail curled up happily. Then it opened its mouth and breathed out a puff of black smoke.

What a strange creature!

The lieutenant was frightened and didn’t think about anything else but escaping, but sadly it was too late.

The young man imitated, pulling back the bowstring slowly. Everyone felt the deadly danger, as his martial arts skills were quite advanced. The difference between swordsmanship and archery wasn’t that big either.

In a sense, the Hundred-Step Flying Sword could also be called American-style Iaido.

The arrow aimed at the vice lieutenant of the demon soldiers. It panicked and turned its horse around. With a clang sound, the arrow pierced its neck. Its body tilted back, spraying a large burst of blood. It stared with unwilling eyes as it fell to the ground, dead.

The remaining demon soldiers were shocked and looked around, realizing that there were less than ten of them left.

The young man sat on the back of a tiger and calmly said, "I have some questions to make clear. I will allow two of you to take this vice lieutenant’s head back."

After finishing speaking, the fierce tiger turned around.

The remaining demon soldiers who stood still looked at each other. Some shook their heads, some fell silent. No one wanted to die, but to request survival, they had to aim their blades at their companions. The silence didn’t last long, as soon as the first person drew their sword and attacked the nearest one, the clash of blades and swords began another inevitable battle.

The bronze mask, also known as the four-phase puppet.

Bai Wei looked down at the mercenary group from the tiger’s back, his gaze stopping on Dundun and Chao Lu.

[The ‘Crossing Mountains and Seas’ incident has been completed.]

[Reward: Unlocking the second phase of the four-phase puppet, Zhu Rong phase.]

Bai Wei was thinking about how to explain things to Chao Lu, whether he should reveal his true identity. If he didn’t, it would take some time to regain her trust.

Well, let’s just say it. There’s nothing to hide. We don’t have time to waste on guessing games.