vstars Chapter 319 Death Match
Chapter 319 Death Match
Chapter 319 Deathmatch (Part Two)
How thoroughly did these elites collapse?
The fat grandmaster broke through the circular formation and had already reached the back wall.
Many people panicked and ran towards the ladders of the back wall.
The fat grandmaster grinned maliciously, raised his two fleshy palms, and flipped them up and down like flower arranging.
One by one, their heads, along with their iron armor, were slammed into their chest cavities, instantly shortening their height.
Some of the guards, knowing that death lay behind them, desperately fled forward.
They were in such a panic that most of them simply climbed onto the parapet and jumped down, regardless of how many feet below the ground they were still standing!
They would rather fall to their deaths than turn back to fight again.
A few lucky ones managed to climb down from the city wall right at the ladder.
They wanted to descend the city using the cloud ladders.
But then screams rang out, as squads of fierce bandits were climbing ladders and charging up.
With the Grandmaster's success, the Heavenly King Army seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.
The ladder was packed with people.
On the city wall.
More than twenty guards fled to the left and right; they were the most level-headed.
However, the fat grandmaster sneered and flicked his fingers in quick succession.
One after another, streaks of blood-red energy shot out from the body.
A grandmaster can unleash a powerful force from a distance, and a great grandmaster can shoot true energy with their fingertips, like an arrow gushing forth, piercing through iron and wood.
The twenty-odd guards fled to the left and right, but after only a few steps, they all screamed and fell to the ground.
His body, whether in the throat, chest, or abdomen, had several bloody holes in vital and fatal areas, and it was clear that he would not survive.
From the moment the fat grandmaster charged into the formation, in just five or six breaths, he had slaughtered a hundred-man elite armored personal guard squad, including several martial artists.
The deputy general in charge was instantly smashed into a bloody pulp by the fat grandmaster.
Yang Silang gasped.
This is the Grandmaster of Golden Marrow.
If there were no equally matched opponents to restrain him, he could slaughter the entire city wall on his own!
Yang Silang just wanted to turn around and run away with Wang Daniu.
How much did Grandpa Fu Liunian hold back when he was giving him a punch? How come he wasn't even half as intimidating as this guy?
But just as he was about to lift his foot...
The grandmaster's sharp eyes fell on the Black Dragon Bow at his waist, and then his eyes lit up.
He took a step and pounced like lightning.
The army said that there was a master archer on the west city wall, who was best at long-range continuous fire and sudden, cold-fire shots.
Countless times, the Heavenly King's army was about to gain a foothold on the city wall, only to have their lives destroyed by this man's continuous barrage of arrows, thus interrupting their offensive.
Especially a few days ago, this person shot and destroyed three catapults from 800 paces away, which is truly despicable.
If we could get rid of this person, the west city wall would have been captured long ago.
That's why the fat grandmaster just threw the siege hammer towards the second floor.
He had previously concealed his qi and blood, and had once glanced at Yang Silang, especially recognizing the Black Dragon Bow in the other's hand.
Now that Yang Silang was right in front of him, the Grandmaster attacked without hesitation, unleashing a deadly move.
With his left hand, like a claw, he slashed upwards toward Yang Silang's chest and abdomen. If he were to reach inside, his intestines would be pulled out. His fingernails were several inches long and were a deep purple color.
His right palm fell like a heaven-turning seal, gathering a head-sized amount of bloody energy in his palm, which firmly locked onto Yang Silang's position as he moved left and right.
Despite his short stature, the palm strike he delivered had the force of Mount Tai pressing down, displaying unparalleled dominance.
Yang Silang retreated rapidly, not forgetting to push off with his feet.
A flat-footed kick was delivered.
Wang Daniu's body had slid several feet away, clinging to the city bricks. Luckily, the ground was covered in sticky, slippery blood, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to slide that far.
With a flick of his wrist, Yang Silang produced a twelve-foot-long golden spear.
He shook the barrel of his gun.
The spear shaft moved in a circle to gather power, then suddenly shot out, the spearhead like thunder aimed straight at the Grandmaster's throat.
It's all about speed!
There are no tricks to the illusions or realities; the emphasis is solely on speed like lightning, and the longer the distance, the stronger the attack!
"The Killing Spear - Thunder Thrust!"
"Cold Edge Rushing Wave Fist!"
Externally, it is spearmanship; internally, it is fist fighting. It uses metal energy as a guide to draw upon the vast amount of water energy, maintaining the immeasurable waves of water, containing sharp and deadly moves.
The Grandmaster sneered.
"Well done!"
"Let go of me!"
The spearhead was about to strike his throat before his hands could reach him.
The grandmaster did not dodge or retreat, but simply raised his palm and lowered his claws, retracting his arm and grinding and rotating like a millstone.
Its two fleshy palms, engorged with blood and as large as palm fans, looked inexplicably comical on its short, stout body.
But it had already firmly gripped the gun barrel, and the gun tip, which was originally poised to thrust upwards towards its throat, came to an abrupt halt, unable to move an inch.
Yang Silang felt an immense force coming from the gun barrel.
This force was like a millstone spinning rapidly, pulling and twisting left and right.
He used more force than when he sparred with Fu Liunian; this grandmaster of the Five Poisons Sect was not going to hold back.
But even with just that little bit of force, Yang Silang's palms were in excruciating pain, almost causing him to lose his grip.
If he were to discard the spear he relied on, he would find it even harder to defend against the opponent's poisonous palm strike.
"town!"
Yang Silang roared.
He could already hear the thunderous sound of horses' hooves on the north and south city walls, and they were already rushing to the left and right. Two groups of boiling blood were rapidly approaching each other.
One of them had a familiar aura; he was General Hei. The other was a stranger, but his aura was no less than General Hei's; he must be another grandmaster who had fled south from the north.
I must endure these dozen or so breaths.
"Qin Xilong's aura descends!"
The Qin Seal at Yang Silang's waist lit up, and in an instant, the accumulated dragon energy inside poured out and flowed into his body.
The dragon energy seed within his body lit up, and the dragon energy merged with his true energy, the two combining to form a surge of true energy belonging to a different dragon species.
In an instant, his true energy level broke through the Grandmaster limit.
But unfortunately, he is not yet a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow.
Because the true qi of a Grandmaster can be transformed into liquid, the true qi of a Great Grandmaster can already form an elixir, with endless wondrous uses.
Otherwise, Yang Silang wouldn't have been able to be overwhelmed by Hu Jiaoniang's spirit.
However, with the support of a massive amount of true energy, his entire body also emitted a protective aura of true energy, and his palms were as steady as a rock, firmly pressing down the bouncing spear shaft.
At the same time, a field about ten feet in size, emitting a faint light, expanded from Yang Silang's body, enveloping the Grandmaster of the Five Poisons Sect.
"What the hell?"
The grandmaster stared wide-eyed, utterly astonished.
I thought I had it in the bag with a single, decisive strike that would send the little master's spear flying.
Unexpectedly, the opponent not only stabilized the spear, but also released a domain, which greatly suppressed the boiling true energy in his body.
The true qi in the dantian is still swirling, but the meridians seem to be forcibly locked, making it difficult to release the true qi.
"Does the other party possess some extraordinary treasure?"
The Grandmaster of the Five Poisons Sect instantly understood, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.
Those who rely on magic weapons cannot last long.
Even with the help of extraordinary treasures, how long can a grandmaster last?
Moreover, his large palm contains a deadly poison; even against experts of the same level, the longer the fight goes on, the weaker the opponent will become.
What about a mere grandmaster who relies on a rare treasure?
His greed burned like fire. He swung his palms and immediately unleashed his signature move, the Shadow Blood Poison Palm.
His palms left countless afterimages in the air, and long flames of bloodlust swirled around them, emitting a strong, sweet, and pungent smell, as they attacked Yang Silang like a storm.
Its palm techniques are strange and elusive, like a gazelle hanging by its horns, completely unpredictable, and its arms can bend freely in both directions, completely violating the laws of the human body.
Yang Silang focused his mind and used the Killing Spear against the enemy.
He only needs to stall until the other two grandmasters arrive and force this grandmaster to leave, and that will be a victory.
Nine moves of the killing spear.
Thunder Thrust, Mountain Crash, Coiled Dragon Twist, Sweeping Strike, Armor Piercing Drill, Returning Horse Thrust, Rainstorm Thrust, Shield Breaker Thrust, and Spreading Pistol were all unleashed in his hands in succession.
The sweet, fishy smell in the air had no effect on Yang Silang.
With the support of Qin Xilong's aura domain, it is itself an extremely powerful protective domain.
It is especially effective against human Taoist magic, evil spells, and poisons.
Moreover, he also possesses the golden light of merit, which can resist poisons. Even if he cannot defeat both, he also has the supernatural power to ward off misfortune.
The grandmaster opposite him has a higher level of martial arts, but it would be wishful thinking to try to take him down with poison.
The two exchanged more than a dozen blows in the blink of an eye.
Although Yang Silang was weak, he had a protective domain, his true energy was powerful, and his long weapon was sharp.
Although the Grandmaster was powerful, his domineering poison had no effect. His palm strikes were ethereal, but ultimately, a pair of fleshy palms could not outrun a spear, and could not threaten Yang Silang's life for the time being.
The two sides have reached a temporary stalemate.
The two fought fiercely, and when Yang Silang swung his spear, there was no escape within two or three zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).
Some warriors from the Heavenly King Army who had climbed the city walls wanted to come and help the Grandmaster.
Yang Silang was obsequious under the Grandmaster's palm, but he would strike hard at any fools who dared to approach him.
With a sweeping motion of his spear, he sent more than ten martial artists to their deaths.
Later, the two of them almost completely blocked the western city wall.
at this time.
The sound of horses' hooves echoed on the city wall.
Reinforcements have arrived at the north and south city walls.
Blackie and the Grandmaster each led two hundred elite armored cavalrymen to the scene.
On the ladder.
Hundreds of elite bandit soldiers have already climbed onto the city wall.
Besides Yang Silang, who also fought fiercely with the Grandmaster of the Five Poisons Sect.
On the city wall.
The remaining able-bodied soldiers in the western city numbered only about a hundred. Led by Pei Zhuangbai and the other two, they had retreated to a corner of the wall and were guarding the ladder leading down to the city.
If we don't lose this spot, reinforcements will rush up from below, and we can replace as many as we lose.
At this moment, the city walls were crowded with people.
When the reinforcements from the north and south city walls arrived, they were unable to charge into the enemy lines on horseback. They dismounted and charged forward with a shout.
On the city wall.
Pei Zhuangbai and his two companions led the remaining soldiers in a desperate defense of the city ladder.
Hundreds of bandits fought desperately to besiege the city, while reinforcements from the two cities attacked the bandits from both sides.
Like a tornado, it swept everyone into this deadly trap.
At the eye of the storm, Yang Silang and the Grandmaster of the Five Poisons Sect were surrounded by people who dared not approach within several feet.
Whether it's a regular soldier or a member of the Heavenly King's Army, if they accidentally get squeezed in...
The two fought so fiercely that they couldn't stop, and with each swing of their bare hands and spears, they would "casually" take away several lives.
Yang Silang, after fighting for so long, was also drenched in sweat.
The opponent's blood poison in both palms could not harm him, but when he exerted his full strength, his palm power was no less than that of Fu Liunian.
In other words, this grandmaster was actually more powerful than Fu Liunian, since he used blood poison as his killing move.
The Shadow Blood Poison Palm, in particular, is an extremely profound palm technique, even without considering the poison itself, with the palm moving like a shadowy dragon.
If it weren't for the blood flowing like a river on the city wall, Yang Silang could have used his mud-walking stakes, and with his long spear, he could have kept his distance from his opponent and dodged most of his palm strikes.
Yang Silang estimated that he had already been defeated.
"You traitor, how dare you!"
He is persevering with great difficulty.
A loud shout rang out.
General Hei leaped from his mount, wielding a large spear, and charged forward in a few strides, stepping over the heads of the bandits below.
As for the bandits at his feet, their screams didn't even have time to escape before their heads were turned into minced meat.
General Hei's feet seemed to dance with every step, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed forward, wielding a long spear.
The other side.
The Master Liu who came to seek refuge used a pair of Wu hook scimitars, the blades of which were curved like the moon and had hooks on the inside, which could be used for both slashing and hooking.
Yang Silang's spirits lifted when he saw that reinforcements had arrived.
When the Grandmaster of the Five Poisons Sect saw the two Grandmasters approaching, he sneered without flinching and met the three of them with his bare hands.
"Kill!" he roared, his two fleshy hands wrapping around the three men, attempting to fight them all at once.