Chapter 184: Entering the Game to Halt the Decline (Please Subscribe)

"Still thinking about turning the tables? Impossible. Every factor here that could influence the situation is entirely within my... uh..."

Watching Meng Changqing grit his teeth and persist, the High Envoy was about to continue with his demoralizing words.

But before he could finish his self-evident statement, a hundred Dharma treasures suddenly erupted on the other side, acting like sewing needles along the positions of the outer city's miscellaneous soldiers, stitching together the guards who had been separated into several groups here.

The Dharma treasures were the needles; blood and lives were the thread.

The hundred Dharma treasures were exceptionally fierce, weaving and threading in an orderly fashion, instantly claiming the lives of three hundred miscellaneous soldiers.

It was Du En!

That calm figure had intruded abruptly, appearing completely out of place amidst the blood and wailing.

This made the armored soldiers' numerical advantage less obvious; they could only spread out in a circle to surround them, and with the miscellaneous troops acting as buffers in the middle, they faced invisible obstacles at every turn.

Ever since he had leaped over and discovered the anomaly in the troop strength here, he had further deduced that there were complications on the other side, and as the initiator, if Du En had killed that evil cultivator Li Jian, he would naturally take further action afterward.

"Just by himself? Looking at his growth rate, it's actually not bad, and that 'Hundred Control Art' is quite elegant, capable of suppressing those miscellaneous cultivators. However, the previous decline allowed me to claw back the numerical disadvantage of the elites."

After Du En gave a signal, he began to walk forward, moving toward Tang Yiping's side.

So at this moment, this Golden Core stage supervisor felt a clearly emerging threat!

Facing such words from Du En, the High Envoy only nodded lightly.

"Haha, you didn't expect this, did you!"

The High Envoy had played cat-and-mouse with Meng Changqing for so long, and having not found Du En for over two years, he had tended to believe that he was unlucky and had died after falling into some dangerous place upon entering the ruins; thus, Du En jumping out now took him by surprise.

The fiercer the fighting here, the more it could serve as a guide.

However, this emotion quickly dissipated.

The facts were indeed as such; after the recent slaughter, especially with Tang Yiping's efficient kills—several moves per person, multiple moves in a single breath—the guards were now down to just over two hundred.

Meng Changqing had waited for Du En, the disruptor.

And at this critical juncture, his sudden emergence was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly halting the decline of Meng Changqing's side toward defeat.

"Tsk!"

With many of his trump cards rendered ineffective, he could only bet that this Patrol Guard Du was on his side and would come to reinforce and break through, thereby bringing about new changes.

Du En answered calmly, and seeing the opponent's face darken further and his movements begin to turn chaotic, he continued: "Actually, I wasn't surprised by your interference, because I had already seen some clues from the High Envoy's painstaking efforts to silence those in the know."

Because the situation was very clear: he was the key!

Their battle of techniques needs no elaboration; one only needs to know that no one dared to approach, always maintaining a distance of at least several hundred zhang, to understand how dangerous and intense it was.

Right now, the guards still had to spare dozens of men to barely suppress Tang Yiping, and with even fewer people remaining, they would never be a match for those fearless armored soldiers!

Meng Changqing knew this too, but he knew even better that Du En would not rush out rashly.

"He Bo probably thought the same thing before."

"That's right, you are indeed clever. I did need to prepare some unexpected cards; after all, we know each other's roots and foundations, and many of our prepared methods are essentially open cards."

The two sides instantly clashed into a melee.

As for the miscellaneous troops, it is said that a desperate army will win, but once enough of them fall in battle, morale collapses instantly; at this point, there was no need to use Dharma treasures to chase them, as some had already chosen to desert in the face of battle.

The High Envoy still had leeway and could speak calmly, while Meng Changqing, counting the eighty moves already passed, could only twitch his mouth, having no time to speak.

Because of his consistently calm demeanor, this small action was something even Meng Changqing, who was paying close attention, almost thought he had misread; the High Envoy was even less likely to have noticed.

For example, with Du En, those who came near died!

The armored soldiers desperately wanted to come over and erase this unexpected factor, but the guards were not blind and naturally fought to hold them back; thus, invisibly, as Du En moved, the guards who gathered and intersected around him quickly formed a tight, circular formation.

As long as they helped kill this outer city supervisor, Fu Yong and the others could turn around to deal with their old rivals and make up for the numerical gap as much as possible.

"If I had known, I should have killed you directly back then!"

Is he here to kill me?

"It's very simple, because doing so would only increase the risk of being exposed prematurely. But even so, you still went to great lengths to alter the facts; from this, one can conclude that you actually wanted to borrow the local power."

Instantly, he attracted everyone's gaze.

Receiving the look, Meng Changqing immediately began to prepare in secret while continuing to receive and execute moves.

He could still do something like this?

Fu Yong was secretly surprised; he felt that this act of silently guiding the situation and temporarily turning a disadvantage into a stalemate was truly stunning, and he couldn't help but look at him with new eyes.

Fu Yong also reacted quickly, worthy of the name of an elite; seizing the opportunity, he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, ignored the calm figure stepping in, and finally had the chance to form a formation with dozens of other guards, pressing directly toward Tang Yiping, who had been slaughtering everyone just moments ago.

This instead forced the armored soldiers to divert some manpower to act as a supervisory squad, forcing people back to continue fighting, trading life for life, even if it often took many lives to trade for one, and even then, it wasn't guaranteed.

Tang Yiping's brows were gloomy, but with his divine sense surveying the entire field, he could see that Du En's 'Hundred Control Art' was indeed threading the needle, and under such exquisite control, it was stitching the scattered cloth of the guards back together bit by bit, and very quickly.

The hundred moves after which he would certainly die were rapidly approaching.

Because although the High Envoy was confident, he also wanted a quick victory to avoid any further accidents, lest Meng Changqing—a fellow sect member who had run to his doorstep and forced him to take extreme measures—slip away from his hands once again.

Saying this, he looked toward Meng Changqing.

"Otherwise, if I had kept things as they were, and waited for Brother Meng to come and rescue me, given his personality, after clarifying the truth, there would be a major reshuffle in Nanmo City, falling into a chaotic period of power transition, and he wouldn't be able to spare any usable manpower at all."

"Oh? Tell me."

"Form up!"

Relatively speaking, there were still nearly four hundred armored soldiers.

Sure enough, at this moment, while receiving the fiftieth move that would determine life or death, he noticed Du En glancing over from afar as if intentionally.

Although he was actually somewhat guilty because this card of Du En was too autonomous and even he couldn't fathom it, he remained calm and composed at this moment, appearing open and confident, as if he had expected it all along.

It was just that while parrying, he couldn't help but appear somewhat disheveled, having moved closer and closer to his own execution line.

(End of chapter)