Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1756 - 1793: Ding Fan Reveals Himself
Ruo Zhong has now fallen into the hands of Qin Wu and his gang of scoundrels. As Qin Wu led his subordinate soldiers in a mad pursuit, what was originally an army of nearly three thousand men had been reduced to just a few hundred.
Even so, Qin Wu did not give up. He brandished a massive baton, relentlessly chasing the Tufan Country’s troops from the bottom of the mountain to the top. Just when these Tufan Country soldiers were about to cross over the mountaintop to escape, Ding Fan and several elders emerged with deliberate slowness.
As Ding Fan and his group appeared, the soldiers’ eyes lit up instantly. To be honest, many of those present recognized Ding Fan and his companions. After all, today’s operation against the bandits was organized by Ding Fan and Ruo Zhong. But that’s not the key point; the most critical thing is that they had witnessed the extraordinary power of the elders behind Ding Fan firsthand.
"We’re saved, Senior Ding is here, Senior Ding, please save us!"
"Yes, Senior Ding, please help us, the bandits are about to attack."
At this moment, Ding Fan glanced at the approaching soldiers, a faintly cold glint flickered in his eyes, and he shook his head slightly before turning away.
Seeing Ding Fan act this way, the soldiers were instantly confused. Frankly, they had no idea what Ding Fan was doing at this moment.
But soon they understood. After Ding Fan turned away, the elders around him stepped forward and casually waved a few blows, causing the rushing soldiers to collapse, howling in pain.
"What... what is going on? Senior Ding, why are you attacking us?"
"No! Senior Ding, we’re on the same side!"
It must be said that these Tufan Country soldiers never figured out why Ding Fan suddenly decided to ruthlessly attack them before they died, but by then, it no longer mattered.
After Ding Fan and his group dispatched the rushing soldiers, the Tufan Country army instantly erupted in turmoil. It was worth noting that this mountaintop was their only route of escape. Unexpectedly, Ding Fan and the elders occupied it, leaving them no idea how to respond.
Now caught between Ding Fan’s elite blockading them from the front and bandits pursuing from behind, the soldiers of the Tufan Country were in dire straits.
When people find themselves in desperate situations, they often unleash unimaginable power. With no hope of escape, the angry soldiers of the Tufan Country turned their fury back on Qin Wu and his minions. After all, Qin Wu’s gang was the reason for their heavy losses, and Ruo Zhong had also fallen into their hands.
Grasping the situation, the Tufan Country soldiers redirected their weapons and launched the fiercest attack on Qin Wu’s group.
People are the same everywhere; once they lose hope, they become a terrifying nightmare. The remaining soldiers charged at Qin Wu’s underlings with a death-defying ferocity.
This sudden change caught Qin Wu and his men completely off guard. When they were mercilessly pursuing earlier, the Tufan Country soldiers had shown no symbolic resistance. But now, they dared to fight back, and their reckless fighting made it difficult for the pursuers.
"Boss, have they all gone mad? Are they throwing their lives away?"
A subordinate standing at the back exclaimed in horror at the bizarre scene unfolding before him. Honestly, he hadn’t expected these remaining Tufan Country soldiers to dare fight back.
Qin Wu listened to his brother’s words, his brow furrowed deeply. Compared to before, the Tufan Country soldiers now seemed utterly transformed, each exuding a deathly aura.
Realizing this, Qin Wu was swiftly filled with a bad premonition. Frankly, once a person accepts death, their body can unleash unimaginable energy.
"Brothers, don’t engage them head-on!"
Qin Wu shouted urgently. Truth be told, in their current state, the Tufan Country soldiers were more than a match for his men, but it was already too late for Qin Wu’s warning.
The forces had already clashed in battle. The Tufan Country soldiers, driven by their fearless resolve, managed to force Qin Wu’s underlings to retreat.
Despite everything, the Tufan Country soldiers were part of a formally trained national army, and their combat abilities far exceeded those of the pleasure-seeking henchmen.
This bandit suppression mission failed mainly because their commander was captured by the enemy. Otherwise, even if Qin Wu offered him a thousand men, he wouldn’t stand a chance against the Tufan Country troops.
Qin Wu watched the battlefield shift in unexpected ways. Seeing this, a wave of rage surged through him. So much had happened today; if they lost here, all his previous efforts would be for naught.
Thinking of this, Qin Wu’s figure darted forward. In almost an instant, he found himself amidst the crowd, witnessing his heavily injured subordinates and feeling an instant burst of fury.
"Everyone, get out of my way!"
His thunderous roar shocked the surrounding underlings, who immediately retreated, their eyes wide in disbelief. They never expected Qin Wu to charge into the battlefield at this moment.
"Do you really think my mountain stronghold is unguarded? With just a few of you worthless wretches, you think you can destroy my base? Absolutely laughable."
Qin Wu shouted, swinging his massive baton. In a split second, several minions before him were sent flying.
Now, Ruo Zhong was gravely injured, and the two burly men, Black and White, were already lying paralyzed on the ground. Amidst this scene, Qin Wu’s cultivation remained the strongest.
Precisely because of this, Qin Wu dared to charge onto the battlefield alone. At this moment, he swung his baton fiercely, generating powerful sonic booms. The sound of blows striking flesh bombarded everyone’s ears relentlessly.
It’s undeniable, Qin Wu is truly valiant. With his participation, he managed to temporarily halt the decline of his own side’s minions. Although the Tufan Country soldiers were extremely troublesome to deal with at this moment, Qin Wu was, after all, a cultivator at the Emergence Stage, so handling some small Nascent Soul Stage weaklings was naturally no problem for him.
After a round of pounding, the Tufan Country soldiers were indeed almost finished off. After the battle, only a dozen were left struggling to hold on. At this moment, Qin Wu’s body was also covered in blood, and his trembling hands revealed that his heart wasn’t as calm as he appeared on the surface.
By now, Qin Wu was clearly at the end of his rope. Although his cultivation was profound, his fight with Ruo Zhong earlier had truly damaged his vitality. Moreover, he hadn’t stopped to rest, leading to the scene happening today.
Counting the minions around him, Qin Wu’s heart instantly filled with bitterness, his eyes brimming with a sense of helplessness.
By now, the number of minions left in his stronghold was less than a few dozen. After two large battles involving thousands, even if he managed to win by some trick, the toll on his brothers was huge.
"Brothers, charge! Kill them, and we’ll have endless riches and glory!"
Qin Wu glared, then slowly raised the giant club in his hand, shouting loudly to the many minions around him.
At this moment, both sides knew the battle was nearing its end. Watching the numerous bandit minions charging towards them, the remaining dozen soldiers of Tufan Country exchanged smiles, their eyes revealing a trace of determination.
After a round of fighting, all the Tufan Country soldiers declared casualties, while Qin Wu’s side was left with less than twenty men.
Now, Qin Wu wobbled slightly, scanning the area with his gaze, feeling a wave of desolation well up inside. Who would have thought that after such a fight, he would be left with less than twenty brothers, and each one more or less seriously injured?
"What’s the point of all this?"
Feeling a wave of sorrow in his heart, Qin Wu silently looked at the numerous corpses on the ground, his eyes faintly brimming with tears.
To be honest, even though Qin Wu had experienced innumerable battles in his life, killed and looted countless lives and wealth, looking at this scene now, a feeling of desolation surged from the depths of his heart.
While Qin Wu stood silently lamenting, Ding Fan at that moment was watching a channel in a ravine from the mountaintop, feeling an unusual fluctuation there.
"Looks like there’s someone there..."
Saying this, Ding Fan released his divine sense, beginning to investigate the situation there. However, when his divine sense reached there, it was unexpectedly blocked by a mysterious power.
"Indeed..."
At this moment, a strange smile appeared on Ding Fan’s lips, a gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Senior, what is it?"
The few Elders beside Ding Fan watched him, asking in confusion, clearly sensing that Ding Fan had discovered something.
However, at that moment, Ding Fan didn’t answer them, but walked down the mountain alone. Looking at Qin Wu, who was standing dazed at the foot of the mountain, Ding Fan slightly smirked and softly said:
"I really have to thank you for today’s matter."
Qin Wu, who had just been in a state of daze, was taken aback upon hearing Ding Fan’s words. He suddenly turned his gaze, and a sharp, cautious gleam shot out from his eyes.
"Who are you!"
As Qin Wu spoke, he raised his giant club and swung it twice in Ding Fan’s direction.
At this moment, Ding Fan, as if not noticing Qin Wu’s threat at all, gently exhaled and said softly:
"You caused so many deaths. It seems I have no reason to let you live today either."
Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, Qin Wu’s face immediately changed dramatically. He swung his giant club at Ding Fan.
However, it was clear that Qin Wu underestimated Ding Fan’s strength. Even if he faced a hundred opponents like Qin Wu, it wouldn’t be possible to challenge Ding Fan.
Boom!
After a loud explosion, a cloud of dust arose in the air, and a violent shock wave knocked over dozens of trees in the surroundings.
Dense dust lingered around Ding Fan and Qin Wu. At this moment, Qin Wu’s eyes widened as if witnessing something unbelievable.
In the center, Ding Fan held the giant club firmly in his hand, the massive club in his hand as light as a child’s toy, as if weightless.
