The Human Emperor (200-400)

C344: Wang Chong's Edge! (1)

"Kill them!"

"Don't let those fellows get away! We are in a numerical advantage, we'll be able to kill them even if we were to just stack ourselves on them!"

"Charge!"...

The sudden loss of twenty men had triggered the bandits' ferocity. As men who had danced around death, they were used to bloodshed.

If Wang Chong had hundreds of men behind him, they might still have had some reservations. However, the other party only numbered a mere seven. No matter how strong they were, they couldn't possibly stand against a group of seven hundred.

In the next instant, the hundreds of bandits immediately collapsed onto Wang Chong’s force, stifling their movement space.

Even if they had to resort to attrition warfare, they were determined to kill the men before them.

"What do we do?"

Looking at the dense group of men slowly crowding them, Bai SIling turned to Wang Chong worriedly. At the same time, her sword flew swiftly to slaughter the bandits who got into proximity, and the halo beneath the hooves of her steed was also emitting occasional shockwaves to knock the bandits away.

Bai Siling was a True Martial realm expert, on par with Marquess Yi and Wang Zhuyan. However, even someone like her felt a huge pressure from the tight encirclement. Her clear forehead was filled with perspiration, and her stamina and Origin Energy were swiftly declining as well.

"Don't panic!" Wang Chong said calmly as his eyes keenly observed the movements in the surroundings.

Of the group of seven, he was indubitably the weakest, being still at Origin Energy realm. But before a desperate situation, Wang Chong was the only one who could calmly come up with countermeasures to deal with each and every situation. Deep in his bones, he was already used to being surrounded by enemies.

And besides, the chaos could be used to their advantage, as well.

For one, it would make it difficult for others to guard against his "Sword Qi of Slaughter".

Forefinger, middle finger, ring finger... Wang Chong's ten fingers moved consecutively to shoot out powerful sword qi, one after the other. Each of them accurately struck a bandit's glabella, neck, or heart.

More often than not, Wang Chong's sword qi seemed to be directed toward a certain bandit, when it would abruptly curve at a critical juncture to strike the vitals of another bandit beside him.

The rapidly changing trajectory introduced unpredictability into Wang Chong's attacks, making his offense more fearsome than ever. Among the group of seven, perhaps only the strongest Bai Siling could match up to him in terms of kills.

"It's about time!"

Feeling the ever-changing movements of the bandits' encirclement formation, Wang Chong suddenly clenched his right fist and raised it up, leaving only his thumb to point to the sky.

Boom!

Just as the bandits were about to drown Wang Chong with their sea of people, a loud rumbling reminiscent of collapsing mountains suddenly reverberated behind them. The five cavalrymen of Section 2 had taken action!

Boom! Covering the distance of fifty zhang in just a few moments, the five cavalrymen of Section 2 charged right into the sea of bandits with an incredible momentum, piercing through their formation like a sharp blade.

History repeated itself. Before the furious momentum of the charging cavalrymen, the bandits were either knocked flying, flung into the air, or jolted away by their martial halos.