Chapter 748: Village Defense Battle (5)

What made Zha Heng furious wasn't that Tang Ruan had wounded him, but that Tang Ruan threw away her shield.

Although Tang Ruan simply thought the shield was no longer needed.

But in Zha Heng's eyes, this was naked contempt.

"Damn it, you dare throw a shield in front of me? Just you? I'll split you open alive—Heavy Cleave!"

Whoosh~

The massive axe came crashing down, carrying tremendous force.

Tang Ruan thrust her spear again: "Thrust!"

Boom!

A sharp, piercing clash.

Zha Heng's palms screamed in pain, and the great axe nearly flew from his grip.

Tang Ruan also felt her arms shudder violently, the spear shaft humming and buzzing.

A petite female hero and a burly beastman hero, clashing head-on in raw strength—and actually tying?

Zha Heng's mind went blank.

He couldn't figure out why.

But Tang Ruan paid no attention whatsoever to his pride.

"You beastmen are way too weak—can't even break my defense and you still want to fight? Useless. Bring more people, all of you come hit me!"

Purple light flared, and every beastman around turned their heads.

Zha Heng was nearly driven mad with rage.

"I can't break your defense? That's the joke of the century—die!!!"

Zha Heng had already lost his reason.

Eyes blood-red, the great axe in his hands hacking at Tang Ruan without pause.

Bang bang bang bang!

The attacks were ferocious, sparks flying in all directions.

Tang Ruan's iron armor had a crack broken into it, and the skin armor beneath had already begun to be consumed.

Faced with this kind of attack, Tang Ruan was overjoyed.

"Yes, that's it, keep attacking, bring even more people over!"

A delighted voice went out along with the purple light.

More beastmen charged in.

"Yes yes yes, right here, come on come on come on! Thrust!"

Tang Ruan thrust her spear in high spirits.

Tang Ruan, gripping the spear with both hands, had plenty of power.

Every strike could pierce the iron armor, leaving a bloody hole in the beastman's body.

If it was leather armor, it could be pierced straight through.

The beastmen kept getting speared, kept falling.

They clutched their wounds, gritted their teeth, and crawled toward Tang Ruan with bitter hatred.

"Oh my, there's no need for that."

A mature, seductive woman's voice sighed softly.

Immediately after, those beastmen could no longer move at all.

Large amounts of red spider silk appeared all over their bodies, gluing their hands and feet in place, and incidentally healing their wounds.

"Good, caught a few more. Next… is that big fellow."

Gu Qing stared at Zha Heng, lifted her iron armor, revealing a delicate little navel.

Her lower abdomen contracted.

Pfft~

Silk threads as thick as a finger shot out.

Gu Qing's fingertips swayed, a fresh breeze rose on all sides, and the silk threads rode the wind, coiling toward Zha Heng.

Zha Heng only felt his body stuck to something, his movements severely hampered.

He looked down and found that, at some unknown point, his body was already covered in sticky red threads.

And right at the center of his body, a bundle of finger-thick silk had him firmly glued in place.

"What is this stuff…"

Zha Heng yanked hard, but his palms got stuck too.

The harder he pulled, the more he tangled himself into a knot.

He only felt that the strength in his whole body had nowhere to be used.

Soon, his entire body couldn't move at all.

"You…"

Zha Heng had just opened his mouth to curse, when Gu Qing's palm sprayed out.

Red silk threads sealed his mouth shut.

"A dog's mouth certainly can't spit out ivory—just stay quiet for a bit."

Zha Heng lay on the ground, twisting and writhing wildly.

Gu Qing frowned and stomped down hard several times—bang bang bang.

Those were iron-armored combat boots.

Like a hammer, it stomped heavily onto Zha Heng's joints.

Zha Heng roared in agony, his struggling strength cut by more than half.

Tang Ruan watched him with great envy, then shouted at the beastfolk beside her: "You guys hit faster, you're really useless, you can't even hit me faster than I can heal."

The beastfolk attacked furiously in a siege, while Tang Ruan gleefully counterattacked.

Gu Qing tossed a healing technique at Tang Ruan, then rose and charged toward Zhao Chi nearby.

The cracks in Tang Ruan's skin armor were immediately healed completely.

She looked at the beastfolk beside her with disdain: "You small fry, so many of you ganging up on just me, and you still can't do anything? Put in more effort, let me get hurt!"

After saying that, she pierced through another beastfolk once more.

Zhao Chi already defended against Wumeng's attacks more than ten times, the iron shield in his hand nearly falling apart.

But he was in no rush to counterattack.

Moreover, he stopped Qi Yue and the other female soldiers from coming to reinforce.

After all, this was a rare good opportunity.

He could confirm that Wumeng truly wanted to kill him, every strike chopping with all his might.

But Zhao Chi's strength was the same as his, and his agility was much higher, able to easily parry his attacks.

And his intelligence was several times higher still.

Zhao Chi's actual combat experience was not that extensive.

But he could very easily predict Wumeng's attack patterns and attack trajectories.

Was this combat intuition?