Medical and Martial God-Chapter 388: Brothers, Follow Me to Death

It was already past three in the morning.

The sprawling camp of the Allied Forces, spanning dozens of miles, was still bustling with activity.

Bonfires, roasted meat, alcohol, women, and music—this was less a siege by a massive army and more a giant outdoor party for 300,000 people.

In an open area, eight wooden stakes stood tall, each with a person bound to it. They were the disciples of the Eight Great National Protector War Gods.

"We can’t just sit here and wait to die!" whispered Huo Wu, the disciple of Qing Luan.

She appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old and was very beautiful, but her skin was somewhat rough and tanned to a bronze color, with a touch of highland blush on her face.

"Our acupoints have been sealed, our Martial Prowess locked, and we’re bound like this. Apart from sitting here and waiting to die, we have no other option," said Violent Bear, the disciple of Xuan Wu, in a deep voice. Though only eighteen, he was built broad and burly, his dark complexion making him look like a shaved black bear.

The others looked bitter. As soldiers, they did not fear death, but being tied up here to await their fate was not what they wanted. They would rather die in battle.

"My acupoints are unsealed!" Huo Wu whispered again.

"Oh?" The eyes of Violent Bear and the other seven lit up.

Violent Bear asked, "How did you manage that?"

"Hee hee, Huang Quan once taught my master a technique for shifting acupoints, and she taught it to me," Huo Wu said proudly.

"Then hurry up and break the ropes! Unseal our acupoints!" Violent Bear urged.

"We’re in the center of the camp, the very core of the 300,000-strong Allied Forces, surrounded by 10,000 Martial Artists. Even if our acupoints were unsealed, we couldn’t break out," said Fei Yan, the disciple of the Vermilion Bird.

"Who said anything about escaping?" Huo Wu said fiercely. "Soldiers of Xuanse would rather die charging forward than live as defeated cowards!"

"Huo Wu is right! Let’s take these bastards on. Kill one and we break even, kill two and we turn a profit," Violent Bear said, brimming with killing intent.

"Even if we die, we die with dignity. Let’s show these scum what the iron will of a true soldier looks like!"

"Even a desperate fight requires tactics. Let’s get free first, assassinate a wave of them, and then go all out when we’re discovered."

"Makes sense. We’re going to die tonight anyway, so let’s kill as many of them as we can."

The soldier’s blood coursing through their veins began to boil.

Cautiously, Huo Wu snapped the ropes binding her, then moved to untie the other seven and unseal their acupoints.

"There are too few of us to split up. We’ll be more efficient if we stick together!" Huo Wu declared.

"I was thinking the same thing!"

"Let’s use their drunken revelry to our advantage. We’ll coordinate and assassinate a wave of them first!"

"Alright, let’s discuss tactics!"

The eight of them huddled together, plotting their strategy.

In truth, they had a better option: seizing firearms. A single sweep of gunfire and a few grenades would be far more efficient than slitting throats. But they were unfamiliar with the layout of the 300,000-strong Allied Forces’ camp. Moreover, to get to the firearms, they would first have to pass silently through the camp of 10,000 Martial Artists—a nearly impossible feat.

So, for now, they had no choice but to rely on assassinations and stealth attacks...

...

In the command tent of the Allied Forces, Long Zhen was toying with the Battle Soul Blade.

"Young Master, I have a doubt that I can no longer keep to myself," a hunchbacked old man said respectfully from the side.

"Speak!" Long Zhen commanded imperiously.

"Our goal was to force Xuanse to hand over Ye Xiu. But Huang Quan is not yet dead, and you have already rushed to lead the Allied Forces to their doorstep. You’ve made your stance clear and even taken the Battle Soul Blade. What if a furious Huang Quan comes here to attack? What will we do then?" the hunchbacked old man asked, full of concern.

In his view, the safest course of action was to wait for Ba Dao to kill Huang Quan before leading the Allied Forces to invade.

"Rest assured, Huang Quan wouldn’t dare come!" Long Zhen said with utter confidence. "There’s only one day left until his battle with Ba Dao. Huang Quan is already no match for him. If he wastes his Martial Prowess here, his chances of winning will be even slimmer. Besides, he’d be facing the 300,000-strong Allied Forces, which includes 10,000 Martial Artists. If Huang Quan dares to show up, the sheer numbers would be enough to tire him to death."

The hunchbacked old man had to agree. Huang Quan was a man, not a god. Even with his immense strength, his Martial Prowess was finite. If the 300,000 soldiers simply stood there and let Huang Quan cut them down, he would likely collapse from exhaustion before he could kill even a third of them.

"It’s so strange," Long Zhen muttered, furrowing his brow as he toyed with the Battle Soul Blade. "Rumor has it that this is the number one Divine Weapon in the world, but I don’t see anything special about it. It doesn’t even seem sharper than my own sword..."

"Could it be a fake Battle Soul Blade?" the hunchbacked old man speculated.

"Impossible," Long Zhen asserted. "The material of this blade is extremely special and exceptionally hard. Even a full-strength strike from my sword can’t leave the slightest mark on it."

"Young Master, rumor has it the Battle Soul Blade is a Demonic Blade that thirsts for blood. Huang Quan has used it to kill countless people. Why don’t you try killing someone with it? You might just uncover its secrets," the old man suggested.

"That makes sense." Long Zhen’s eyes lit up. "Bring me the disciples of the Eight Great National Protector War Gods," he said eagerly. "I want to use their lives to consecrate this blade."

"As you command!" The hunchbacked old man scurried out.

A moment later, Long Zhen heard a commotion outside. Puzzled, he rose and left his tent just as the hunchbacked old man was rushing back.

"What happened?" Long Zhen asked.

"The disciples of the Eight Great National Protector War Gods have escaped," the old man said breathlessly.

"What?" Long Zhen’s expression changed drastically. "How is that possible? I used the Long Family’s special Acupoint Sealing technique to block their Martial Prowess. They couldn’t possibly have broken free from the ropes. Even if someone came to their rescue, they absolutely could not have undone my technique. Besides, this is the heart of the main camp! It’s impossible for anyone to sneak in here undetected."

"How they escaped isn’t important anymore," the old man said. "As you said, Young Master, this is the main camp. They can’t have gotten far. They must be hiding somewhere nearby. I’ve already ordered a search..."

AARGH!

The scream rang out the moment he finished speaking, followed by the sounds of intense fighting. Long Zhen and the hunchbacked old man rushed over to find hundreds of Martial Artists besieging Huo Wu and her seven companions.

"Brothers, with me to our deaths!" Violent Bear roared.

"KILL!"

The eight of them had gone berserk. Now that they were exposed, their only option was to fight to the death.

Among them, only Huo Wu was an Eighth Grade Grandmaster; the other seven were all Seventh Grade. The hundreds of Martial Artists surrounding them were at least Fifth Grade, putting them under immense pressure. Even so, they fought with relish. In just a short time, more than twenty men had fallen at their hands.

"Everyone, stand down!" Long Zhen bellowed.

Instantly, the hundreds of Martial Artists ceased their attack.

Panting heavily, Huo Wu and her companions exchanged grim smiles as they saw Long Zhen approaching, Battle Soul Blade in hand.

They knew their time had come. They had experienced Long Zhen’s formidable strength firsthand. All eight of them together could not withstand a single one of his moves.

"I killed three just now, so I’ve broken even!" Violent Bear shouted wildly.

"I only got two. If I’d known this bastard was coming, I would have fought even harder. Damn, I didn’t kill enough!"

"You should be happy. I only got one. Damn, I’m not ready to die like this."

"Heh, I got four. I hit the jackpot!"

There was no fear, no terror—only the bitter unwillingness to accept such a worthless death.