Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1755 - 1792: Ruo Zhong Captured, Tubo Defeated
The two burly men in black and white each wielded swords and blades, charging towards Ruo Zhong with eyes filled with fierce and murderous intent, eager to slay Ruo Zhong on the spot.
At this moment, red and blue lights emanated from the swords and blades of the two men in black and white. Intense True Qi Fluctuations began to condense around their bodies, as if their terrifying aura could crush a person to death.
"Ruo Zhong, prepare to die!"
The faces of the two men in black and white were twisted with ferocious expressions, their eyes showing a hint of ruthlessness. As they spoke, they thrust viciously at Ruo Zhong.
Just then, the Finger Gestures condensed in Ruo Zhong’s hands halted suddenly. He lifted his head slightly, eyes revealing a ruthless glint, and furiously shouted at the two charging men in black and white:
"Since you won’t let me live in peace, I’ll drag you down with me to the grave!"
As he spoke, a burst of red light emerged in Ruo Zhong’s hands. Intense waves started to flicker around Ruo Zhong’s body, unknowingly boiling the surrounding air. At this moment, looking into Ruo Zhong’s eyes, they turned into a bewitching blood-red, as if he were a Demon risen from hell.
The two men in black and white, witnessing this, felt their hairs stand on end, a sense of imminent crisis surging through their minds, filling their bodies with waves of fear.
"What kind of bizarre technique is this, so terrifying?"
The man in black stared at the terrifying red glow surrounding Ruo Zhong’s body, his gaze momentarily stupefied, forgetting to make his escape.
But this moment, Ruo Zhong wouldn’t give them time to react. The Finger Gestures in his hands were still completed, and as Ruo Zhong’s hands slightly loosened, intense waves were slowly pushed out by him.
"Go to hell!"
An eerie and terrifying voice slowly escaped from Ruo Zhong’s mouth. But just as he uttered the words, a violent and powerful crimson light was fiercely pushed out by Ruo Zhong.
The two men in black and white saw this and were almost scared out of their wits. Realizing they couldn’t match it, they silently turned and ran, looking as if they wished they had two more legs at this moment.
However, the forbidden technique Ruo Zhong released with all his might was not something so easily evaded. The instant the crimson light shot from Ruo Zhong’s hands, its speed increased to the extreme, almost catching up with the figures of the two men in black and white in a second.
"My God, what kind of monstrous move is this!"
At this moment, Qin Wu stood at the rear, watching the Crimson Skybeam unleashed by Ruo Zhong. His entire spirit seemed deeply shaken, knowing that Ruo Zhong had just been struck by his Numbing Bone Softening Needle and logically speaking, Ruo Zhong’s strength should be significantly diminished, less than a third of his peak.
Even so, Ruo Zhong’s strength turned out to be so terrifying. At this moment, Qin Wu was secretly regretting provoking this calamity while idle.
But it was too late to say anything now. Just as Ruo Zhong unleashed this deadly move, the outcome was already decided. A crimson light swept past, revealing the two men in black and white who had been strutting around on the battlefield, now lying weak on the ground, their bodies covered in wounds, seemingly on the verge of death.
"My God, General Ruo is too amazing! Even after being ambushed by a traitor, who would have thought he could unleash such a terrifying attack? It’s simply monstrous!"
"Hmph! What do you know? General Ruo Zhong is known as the War God even in our Tufan Country. How could an ordinary person deal with him?"
Just as the soldiers of Tufan Country were celebrating General Ruo Zhong, a sound of a body falling reached their ears. It was then revealed that Ruo Zhong’s body had heavily collapsed to the ground, raising clouds of dust from the surrounding earth.
"How could this be!? How did General Ruo Zhong fall to the ground? What happened?"
A sudden exclamation awakened the surrounding people. At this moment, the nearby soldiers and bandits slowly looked towards Ruo Zhong, lying weakly on the ground as if in a faint, completely motionless, his breathing becoming exceptionally faint.
And just now, Qin Wu, who had been intimidated into stillness by Ruo Zhong, saw this and, after a slight daze, a crazed look of joy appeared at the corner of his mouth. His eyes fixated on the direction where Ruo Zhong had fallen, and after a brief ponder, he suddenly shouted loudly to the surrounding bandits:
"Brothers, the enemy officer can’t hold on anymore, let’s charge, kill these oblivious soldiers!"
The bandits, hearing this, all seemed charged with energy, raising their voices in loud howls, their eyes bloodshot.
Truth be told, among the soldiers of Tufan Country, Ruo Zhong was the one they feared the most. His cultivation was too profound, often bringing endless casualties whenever he appeared. Now that Ruo Zhong was injured and had fallen, it was precisely their chance to beat a drowning dog.
With this thought, the bandits in the mountain stronghold raised their weapons and charged towards the soldiers on the mountaintop. Although the officials had an overwhelming advantage in numbers, at this moment, with Ruo Zhong injured, the soldiers of Tufan Country had lost their backbone.
They scattered like sand, their recently kindled fighting spirit suddenly vanishing, and upon seeing the charging bandits, they didn’t resist at all, rushing towards Ruo Zhong.
"Quick! Take back General Ruo!"
A shout echoed through the ranks, and all the soldiers surged in the direction of Ruo Zhong. It was undeniable; when a group of people have a clear goal in mind, it is difficult for anyone to stop them.
At this moment, the small henchmen trying to halt the soldiers were toppled over, causing cries of agony to ring out.
On the entire battlefield, a bizarre scene unfolded: a horde of hundreds of bandits chasing down thousands of soldiers, who offered no resistance and desperately converged toward one person.
Just as these soldiers were about to reclaim Ruo Zhong, Qin Wu, standing by, flashed a strange light in his eyes. With a slight movement, Qin Wu appeared instantly at Ruo Zhong’s side.
Ruo Zhong lay weakly on the ground, completely powerless. He had been struck by Qin Wu’s Soft Tendon Needle, and on top of that, he had exhausted all his energy. Ruo Zhong was truly as incapacitated as if he couldn’t even lift a chicken.
As Qin Wu looked at the fallen Ruo Zhong, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. He reached out and lifted Ruo Zhong, glanced at him, then tilted his head back and let out two long laughs before vanishing again.
"Release our general immediately!"
The surrounding soldiers became anxious as they watched Ruo Zhong get taken by Qin Wu. They knew Ruo Zhong was the cornerstone of their army. If he were captured, the troops would lose all cohesion.
Clearly, Qin Wu had no intention of releasing the captured Ruo Zhong. With Ruo Zhong in hand, he sped along to the rear of the mountain stronghold, breathing a slight sigh of relief as he noticed the numerous henchmen around him.
Today, the key to victory rested entirely on Ruo Zhong. If Ruo Zhong could be taken captive, then the battle would essentially be declared won.
"Henchmen, forward! We’ve captured the enemy general; there’s nothing to hold us back. Forward and slay these beasts!"
Qin Wu shouted loudly to the henchmen around him, handing Ruo Zhong off to one of them. Ruo Zhong was now utterly incapable of resisting, so Qin Wu was fully aware as he passed him to the henchmen.
Leaving Ruo Zhong behind, Qin Wu grabbed a massive rod and charged at the Tufan country’s soldiers. With a thunderous sound, Qin Wu swung the heavy rod fiercely.
Ruo Zhong was severely injured, and the Tufan army had completely lost their will to fight. Seeing Qin Wu charge in caused everyone to lose their spirit, making no symbolic resistance whatsoever.
This led to Qin Wu, like a wolf among sheep, wielding his massive rod, causing disturbances in the air. Many soldiers dispersed without a fight, their tragic cries echoing through the valley.
Amidst all this, Ding Fan observed everything clearly from his hiding place atop the hill. Through Ding Fan’s Divine Sense, it was evident the battle would conclude within minutes.
Several elders nearby raised their thumbs towards Ding Fan in shock, never expecting that the Lake Master had such strategic prowess—all events unfolding here were part of Ding Fan’s plan.
It’s safe to say that dealing with the over five thousand forces under Ruo Zhong required little effort from Ding Fan’s side. The realization evoked a cold sensation amongst the elders, grateful Ding Fan was one of their own. Otherwise, they would have unwittingly walked into Ding Fan’s schemes.
"Senior Ding, your strategies are truly divine. Without lifting a finger, you’ve turned the Tufan soldiers into a chaotic mess!"
Ding Fan, seemingly oblivious to the elder’s words, kept his gaze fixated on the battlefield. He noted a certain area that never stirred with large-scale conflict.
The elders also noticed the anomaly, exchanged glances, and cautiously questioned Ding Fan:
"Senior Ding, is something amiss?"
Listening to the elder, Ding Fan slowly shook his head, puzzled as he examined the area closely, murmuring to himself:
"It’s nothing; perhaps I felt it wrong."
Seeing Ding Fan like this, the elders refrained from further inquiries, labeling it odd, and redirected their focus onto the battlefield.
Under Qin Wu’s command, Ruo Zhong’s Tufan soldiers faced disastrous defeat at the hands of mere hundreds of mountain bandits. Many troops didn’t even have time to pick up their weapons before retreating, eyes bereft of fighting spirit.
Even so, Qin Wu had no intention of letting all the Tufan soldiers escape. He knew full well the grave consequences if they weren’t entirely wiped out.
With this realization, Qin Wu lifted his massive rod and struck forward, slaying any isolated Tufan soldiers swiftly and ruthlessly by the henchmen he led.
The valley had transformed into a gruesome burial ground.
