King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 414 - 160: Yangtze River Blood Moon: Zhong Renwang’s Furious Revenge

Under the leadership of Grand Squad Leader Shi Feiyang, the warriors of the Heroic Sakura Association were full of spirit, commanding three thousand disciples to engage in a thrilling and life-and-death battle against the Bozhou Vine Armor Soldiers.

This fierce battle was not only a contest of strength but also a competition of wisdom and courage, as both sides displayed extraordinary willpower and tactical expertise.

In an instant, the cries of battle on the river surface resonated like thunder, blending with the sound of weapons clashing to form a tragic symphony of bloodshed. This sound, akin to a call from Hell, was terrifying, with each strike carrying the summons of the Death God, rendering every life on the battlefield so fragile.

Miao Menlong drew his bow and released arrows that never missed, each one accompanied by a whistling wind, hitting enemy targets accurately. The arrows pierced through the vine armor like messengers of the Death God, instantly embedding deeply, causing the enemy to collapse with screams, unable to resist this fatal attack.

Shan Zhi’s plum blossom darts danced, their shadows flickering, each dart striking the enemy’s vital points.

His technique was incredibly precise, where he went, blood spattered, and enemies fell under the power of the plum blossom darts, unable to fight any longer.

Wu Zhong wielded iron palms, each strike carrying immense force. The air was compressed to a "whooshing" sound, with enemy boats’ planks and railings breaking under his iron palms, sending Vine Armor Soldiers flying like kites with broken strings, creating a magnificent and shocking scene.

Xiang Kun placed the iron flute to his lips, playing a strange tune.

The sound waves, like invisible blades, hovered and echoed in the air, causing dizziness and loss of will in the enemy.

His flute playing was not only art but also a weapon on the battlefield, causing the enemy to lose in an unseen manner.

Xie Wen wielded a soft whip, the whip body dancing like a spiritual snake, the tip snapping crisply against the enemy. The skinned and battered enemies cried out in pain, unable to bear the whipping’s pain, retreating in defeat.

Qi Meizhen wielded the Miao Saber, her posture light, her saber technique fierce. As the saber light flashed, enemies fell one after another, and her every movement was smooth and decisive, showcasing a heroic spirit that rivaled men. Under her leadership, the female soldiers of the Heroic Sakura Association also demonstrated bravery and determination not inferior to their male counterparts.

Everyone worked together, bravely fighting the enemy, each displaying the style of a generation of heroes. In this bloody battle, they were like the War God descending, making the enemy tremble with fear.

In this fierce confrontation with the invaders, Shi Feiyang bravely charged in the front, leading his team like a group of fierce tigers, successfully boarding the enemy ships.

While exploring the enemy ship’s cabin, they surprisingly discovered some Profound Iron Arrowheads inscribed with Japanese characters.

This discovery was like a bomb that caused a tremendous shock and stir among all the heroes.

"What is this? Japanese characters? These traitors are colluding with the Japanese invaders!" Shan Zhi widened his eyes in anger, his fury evident, gripping his plum blossom dart tighter, the fire of his rage burning even stronger.

"It’s utterly despicable! That treacherous Yang Yinglong, for personal gain, groomed alliances with Japanese invaders, bringing enormous calamity to our Great Ming realm!" Wu Zhong was filled with anger, his face aglow, fists clenched till knuckles whitened, crashing onto the deck, creating visible cracks in the hard wood.

"The Japanese have always cast covetous eyes on our Central Plains, and now they’re conspiring with Yang Yinglong, surely concealing an even greater plot behind this!" Xiang Kun, the Iron Flute Scholar, furrowed his brows, eyes full of concern, gently playing his iron flute, emitting a crisp sound, as if sighing for this sudden crisis.

Shi Feiyang furrowed his brow, his gaze steady and sharp, a hint of anger and alertness flashing through his eyes, as though capable of piercing through the darkness behind the scenes and seeing through all the plots and schemes.

His voice was firm and powerful, revealing an innate, unyielding aura: "It seems that Yan Yinglong is indeed supported by the Japanese. They aim to conspire from within and outside, to overthrow our Imperial Court. Today, we absolutely cannot let these traitors succeed! As descendants of the Yan and Huang Emperors, we must protect our homeland and utterly destroy these villains!"

Upon hearing Shi Feiyang’s words, everyone’s blood boiled, shouting in unison: "Swear to defend the homeland and slay the traitor Japanese invaders!"

Their voices echoed across the river, causing ripples in the water, demonstrating their unwavering determination.

At this moment, some disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association discovered that the enemy laid an Iron Net Array underwater, attempting to trap Shi Feiyang and others.

Receiving the report, Shi Feiyang stood at the riverbank, his gaze like a torch, staring at the tumultuous river, without a trace of fear in his eyes. He took a deep breath, his chest filled with courage and determination, and then performed the water-borne Lightweight Technique "Nine Step Wave Treading," as if challenging the river itself.

He moved with agility, like a lotus floating on the water’s surface, his toes lightly touching the river, swiftly moving across the water, as if walking on solid ground.

His every move seemed so calm, elegant, and free, having a mystical rapport with the river.

He skillfully avoided the underwater iron net, where he went, stirring layers of sparkling water droplets, like an elf dancing on the water. His figure, illuminated by moonlight, appeared particularly striking, like the brightest star in the night sky.