NABC Chapter 113 Breaking Through the Stronghold
Chapter 113 Breaking Through the Stronghold
Just as the two sides were harboring their own secrets, the bandits at the water fortress sent out a short alarm, which was then pierced by a streak of light, smashed through the wooden wall behind them, and fell into the water, splashing a huge spray of water before falling silent.
"court death!"
"Grab your weapons!"
The water village erupted in chaos, with heads popping out from behind the walls as people grabbed weapons and aimed them at the uninvited guests.
But when they saw the approaching figure in black martial arts uniforms, with a tiger-head flag fluttering in the wind on the motorcycle of the lead rider, they were instantly dumbfounded. The arrogant killing intent that had just risen vanished without a trace, like thin snow under the scorching sun.
Four knights, all dressed in black martial arts uniforms, plus a magical banner enhanced with a diffusion effect—this is the standard configuration of the Tiger Rider Hunting Squad. Moreover, judging from the various colored lights rising from their bodies, it is clear that each of them is a Qi Refining level martial artist.
What merit do they have to attract a hunting squad of Tiger Riders to come personally? Shouldn't these people have more important things and tasks to do?
Those who don't know the ropes are still trying to escape, while those who do know the ropes are already kneeling and praying.
……
Just as the leaders and the mysterious hooded man were chatting amongst themselves with ulterior motives, the leading Tiger Rider, with an icy expression, grabbed a bandit who couldn't dodge in time, and with a surge of true energy, killed the bandit instantly. Then he hurled the bandit at the closed gate of the water fortress.
After a deafening roar, the body of the dead bandit was gone, but a large gap was blasted open in the gate of the water village. Four tiger riders filed in through the gap and headed straight for the main village.
"Stop them!"
The few bandits who had dropped out of prenatal education and relied solely on their courage to become bandits had virtually no understanding of the existing military, police, and secret service of Da Zhao. They were furious when they saw that only four people dared to storm their water fortress head-on.
They roared and charged in from all directions, thrusting their weapons wildly.
"Target location: Main building, second floor. Target is a Qi Refining martial artist, specific Qi level unknown. In the water fortress, there are two early-stage Qi Refining martial artists and three peak Blood Gate martial artists. Over."
A chilling warning came to the ears of the lead tiger rider.
"Number three and four, stop them! Kill anyone who resists on the spot. Those who give up resistance, stay put. Number two, come with me!"
The leading tiger rider spoke succinctly.
Upon hearing this, Fu Que slammed on the brakes, braced himself with his left foot, and cleverly deflected the force of the charge, transforming it into a sweeping motion. The massive two-wheeled motorcycle exuded a chilling sense of oppression.
In an instant, it swept away three or four bandits who had surrounded it. The sound of bones breaking and tendons snapping was incredibly clear. A series of blood and blackish-red pieces of internal organs spilled out, staining a patch of water red.
Fu Que was the number four that the leader of the Tiger Cavalry mentioned.
Because the 10th Company is an assault company, they basically do not have fixed squads. When carrying out missions, personnel are randomly selected. Therefore, in order to facilitate coordination, everyone will choose a code name in turn before setting off.
In addition, there is another unspoken reason: the casualties of the assault company are much higher than those of other companies, and using code names is much better than using names in order to avoid wasting unnecessary emotions.
After all, having a name means that a comrade has died in battle, while if it is a code name, the emotional response will be much smaller.
Although it had been a long time since any sinful ink had entered his account, Fu Que desperately wanted to meet the mysterious martial artist who had massacred the village. However, an order was an order. Having been with the Tiger Cavalry for so long, Fu Que had already learned the rules of survival in this organization.
Joining the hunt for the mysterious martial artist is inevitable, but not now; he needs to complete Number One's orders first.
"Qi-refining warriors! Don't let them get close. Use arrows to hold them off and let the boss and the others handle the rest!"
The quick-witted bandit shouted loudly.
Although they are intelligent, their abilities are clearly limited; otherwise, they wouldn't have resorted to this method when facing the Tiger Cavalry.
The Tiger Cavalry are not amateur martial artists, nor are they martial artists trained by ordinary sects. Instead, they are martial artists trained by the dynasty's violent apparatus to carry out surveillance and suppression missions.
All training methods, cultivation techniques, and even medicinal and dietary feasts were developed by grandmaster-level martial artists through painstaking effort, hard work, and countless cruel experiments, summarizing the most suitable methods for Qi cultivation martial artists.
In an instant, countless arrows rained down on Fu Que and his companion as they stopped their motorcycle from all directions, including several sturdy fishing nets woven with blades.
"You on the left, I on the right, quickly crush the resistance and go assist Number One. The lives of these people are not important; capturing the target is our top priority. We must find out where his evil magic comes from."
The third Tiger Rider was a man wielding a long spear. He muttered something under his breath, then parted the fishing net that was closing in and charged straight ahead.
Fu Que didn't speak. His figure flickered and he instantly disappeared from the spot. Just as Number Three had said, he split up to the left and right and attacked. At the same time, a gust of wind rose from the ground, carrying countless water droplets, with several moon wheel blades swirling within it.
"Pfft!"
"Ugh!"
The sounds of weapons piercing flesh rang out one after another. Number three was a Qi Refining Warrior, and Fu Que was in the state of a Strange Painter. Killing these water bandits was no more difficult than cutting grass. In just a few breaths, more than a dozen lives were lost at their hands.
"You guys have some nerve, daring to cause trouble on my turf!"
A furious roar came from the main building. A tall, shirtless man was seen with half of his body sticking out of the window. Before he could say anything, a two-wheeled heavy motorcycle weighing nearly a ton leaped into the air.
It traversed nearly twenty meters in the air and appeared directly in front of the chief of the water village. Immediately afterward, the cold, piercing eyes of the number one tiger rider appeared before him.
"Tiger Riders?!"
The leader's menacing face froze instantly, and his fierce aura deflated like a punctured balloon.
The two-wheeled motorcycle crashed into the wall due to inertia. The two tiger riders had already leaped into the air before that, flipped over and landed steadily. Their eyes did not linger on the menacing water village leader, but instead focused on the mysterious hooded man slightly behind.
"Could you let me finish this bowl of soup?"
In the eerie silence, the hooded man slowly raised his head, revealing a pale, thin face with an unnatural flush. He smiled softly, his two canine teeth white as snow, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.
A terrifying red mist emanated from his face, transforming into a phantom of a bat with outstretched wings behind the mysterious hooded man.
"Run! The intelligence is wrong. The opponent is not a Qi Refining Martial Artist, but a True Qi Martial Artist, and a chosen one blessed by a fallen god of the previous dynasty!"
A sharp, piercing warning rang in the Tiger Rider's ears, urgent and filled with alarm and anger.
"Damn it!"