Chapter 165: One Blade Is Enough!

Bang!

It seemed as if hundreds of strongmen were carrying huge logs to assault the city!

Pang Tong's fist strike and the blood-energy great mountain condensed from the three hundred heavy-armored elites clashed hard.

In an instant, a dull thunder-like roar rang out, and the qi surged wildly!

With the point of collision as the center, the earth within a hundred zhang trembled.

Amid the surging, mighty qi shockwave, the compacted yellow-earth ground cracked inch by inch, and large slabs of blue stone were shaken apart and scattered.

The crowd of onlooking martial artists were forced to retreat step by step; those slower to react were directly overturned by the incoming qi wave, rolling several times before barely stabilizing their stance.

Whoosh—

It was like a tide receding; the three hundred heavy-armored elites all stepped back together, yet their formation remained unchanged, without the slightest panic.

After landing, Pang Tong retreated with successive thuds, each step leaving deep footprints, showing how terrifying the impact he endured was.

"Hiss!"

Many drew in a cold breath, their gazes toward Pang Tong gaining a hint of awe.

One punch forced back the three hundred heavy-armored unit, and yet it was an offensive-defensive integrated military formation; the overbearing power of that punch was shocking.

"As expected of the demon-subduing general guarding a region, this strength is indeed terrifying!"

Many nodded silently, their hearts trembling at Pang Tong's strength.

Even Baili Jingtao and Lu Dingzhou, who had come just to watch the show, had to admit that this Flying Star General's strength was truly extraordinary.

The military formation formed by the three hundred heavy-armored unit could overwhelm the vast majority of viscera-refining realm martial artists.

And Pang Tong could force it back with a single punch, showing the depth of his martial foundation, far beyond ordinary viscera-refining martial artists.

But that's all there is to it!

Everyone could see that Pang Tong's strike just now had already used his full strength, yet he still couldn't break through the enemy's formation.

This means that the Demon Subduing Office cannot pass this checkpoint ahead.

Don't think the Demon Subduing Office also brought many people.

But when facing this offensive-defensive integrated military formation, as solid as a tortoise shell,

If no one can forcefully break the formation and disrupt the qi connection among these three hundred individuals, then no matter how many more people come, it will be useless.

Moreover, the Demon Subduing Office's demon-capturing commandants, who usually carry out missions to capture demons, mostly engage in single combat.

At most, there is coordination among up to ten people.

Like the Wind Thunder Valley, which connects all soldiers' qi into one, a means of jointly resisting the enemy, is simply impossible to have.

There is no formation to oppose, nor any strong hand capable of breaking the enemy.

Anyone with clear eyes can see that the Demon Subduing Office now has no recourse.

"General Pang, are you alright?"

Qin Shuo rode forward, taking in the expressions of all the surrounding martial artists.

Seeing the Demon Subduing Office suffer, these martial artists and noble scions mostly watched for amusement.

The rest, even if they didn't show overt mockery, their gazes were not friendly.

"It seems the Demon Subduing Office isn't very welcome in the Yun Prefecture martial world." Qin Shuo reflected inwardly.

After all, it's hardly surprising that an organization constantly fighting demons, which at a moment's notice demands your sect's cooperation in investigations, wouldn't be popular.

Although without the Demon Subduing Office's commandants tirelessly hunting demons day and night, the eight prefectures of Yun Prefecture could not have this present peace and prosperity.

But what does that have to do with those of noble birth and high status?

No matter how rampant those demons are, they pose no threat to them.

On the contrary, the Demon Subduing Office, which holds great authority to oversee demons worldwide, might target you if you merely keep a slightly fiercer exotic bird or beast, frightening the rural folk, possibly even issuing a warning to ransack your home.

Such an organization, ignorant of worldly affairs and knowing only relentless bloodshed, is indeed hard for other sects and clans to welcome.

"I'm fine!"

Pang Tong casually waved away the rolling dust approaching, his gaze fixed ahead, his expression more solemn than ever.

As everyone saw, his strike just now had already used his full strength.

Even if he continued to attack now, he still couldn't break that tortoise-shell-like formation; he would only invite ridicule.

He hails from the Yun Prefecture border troops, and knows better than anyone how difficult this formation is to deal with.

As long as the enemy formation doesn't scatter, even a hundred Demon Subduing Office commandants charging on horseback would struggle to gain any advantage.

For a moment, this veteran general, seasoned in battle and experienced in a hundred fights, didn't know how to act.

Retreat? That's absolutely impossible!

Not to mention that retreat, if the Chief returns, wouldn't they hang him on the Yun Prefecture city gate to be basked in the sun for three days?

Even he himself would not wish to retreat in such frustration.

He comes from the border troops, and has fought battles ten times more difficult than this.

But if Wind Thunder Valley thinks that with just these means it can make him know difficulty and retreat, then they greatly underestimate Pang Tong.

"Commandant Qin, step back first; if I fall, you will temporarily assume the commander's post.

No matter what, you must also hold fast until the Chief returns.

"I don't believe today that this little Wind Thunder Valley would really dare to play a life-or-death game with my Demon Subduing Office!"

Although Pang Tong's voice wasn't loud, everyone present among the martial artists heard it clearly, and all showed a strange expression.

Even Baili Jingtao, who had been gloating and waiting to see the Demon Subduing Office's joke, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, speaking impatiently:

"This reckless fool, does he really intend to fight to the death?"

The Demon Subduing Office suffering a setback at Wind Thunder Valley's hands naturally made him happy.

But if someone from the Demon Subduing Office were killed under the very nose of the Demon Subduing Hall by Wind Thunder Valley, then the nature of the matter would change.

At the bottom line, the Demon Suppression Office and the Martial Suppression Hall are one family, both being violent organs under the Imperial Court.

But this Wind Thunder Valley is an outsider.

If they, the Martial Suppression Hall, just watch the Demon Suppression Office's people get killed and do nothing,

Once the Imperial Court investigates, not to mention his lowly Vice Hall Master position, even Lu Dingzhou couldn't withstand it.

"Madmen, the people of the Demon Suppression Office are all a bunch of madmen!"

Lu Dingzhou's face looked grim.

Had I known, he wouldn't have come to join the fun.

By then, no matter how the two sides fight to the death, the Martial Suppression Hall just needs to come over and collect the corpses.

But now, he can't avoid getting involved.

However, just as Lu Dingzhou was preparing to step in to mediate, a rather plain voice sounded from the front of the crowd,

"General Pang, how about letting me give it a try!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the gazes of all the onlookers instantly turned to the youth standing shoulder to shoulder with Pang Tong.

The youth wore black tight-fitting clothes, had twin knives at his waist, and carried a great bow of fine iron on his back.

Although not as heroic and valiant as Pang Tong, he still possessed a remarkable bearing.

"Who is this youth?"

"Even a formation that Pang Tong couldn't break—could he possibly succeed?"

"Judging by his attire, he must be a Yunlong Colonel of the Demon Suppression Office!"

"Just a mere Colonel, yet he dares to boast of breaking a three-hundred-strong formation—truly laughable."

"That's not how to speak; regardless of the youth's ability, his loyalty to his lord is commendable."

……

The onlookers chattered, all guessing Qin Shuo's identity.

Only Baili Jingtao and a few others slightly frowned.

Lu Dingzhou, who had originally intended to step in and mediate, also withdrew his steps, preparing to watch the developments.

"Good!"

Pang Tong had no hesitation, directly nodding his agreement.

Since personally witnessing the opponent kill Situ Long with three punches, he realized that the youth's strength far surpassed his own.

But he still reminded: "The strength of a formation lies in the connection of qi and blood, forming a unified whole."

"If you want to break the formation, you must strike at points to disrupt its shape, severing the qi and blood links among those three hundred heavily armored elites..."

"No need for such trouble!"

Qin Shuo spurred his horse forward, cutting off Pang Tong's words.

"To deal with these riffraff...

"One slash is enough!"