Chapter 734

Although Chen Wuji felt a bit off due to the war, after returning to the Camp Tent he still carried on with what he hadn't finished, not wanting to let down Qin Zhanhong and Lu Wanwan's enthusiasm.

His mood must not affect them.

The heavy rain kept falling as if pouring backwards, pounding the Camp Tent with a thumping sound, showing no sign of letting up.

About a li below the Zhongjun Camp on the mountainside, a group of black-clad people wearing straw cloaks appeared silently.

They hid perfectly in the pitch-black rain curtain, and only when lightning flashed could faint outlines and the cold swords in their hands be seen.

After the booming thunder, a birdcall suddenly rang out shrilly.

The black-clad people spread across the mountains and fields instantly became like bats startled in a cave, leaping and lunging toward the camp.

Suddenly, a solitary figure appeared ahead.

He was alone.

Dressed in simple gray cloth, with no umbrella in hand, he just stood there in the heavy rain.

The black-clad people's footsteps stopped in unison.

Although there was only one person opposite, he nevertheless halted everyone's steps.

That person was clearly just standing there casually, but the sharp sword intent made each black-clad person feel a chill on the back of their neck, as if they could lose their life at any moment.

"You have guts, but aren't you being a bit overconfident?" one of the black-clad people stepped forward slowly, but after just two steps he stopped.

In the violent rain curtain, Kong Jianshi wiped his face, "Why do you think I'm being overconfident? Behind me, the Daying camp has nearly thirty thousand troops; look at you—between us, who's really being overconfident?"

"But they aren't standing behind you!" the black-clad person's expression changed sharply.

Kong Jianshi chuckled, "Ignorant fool, does standing here not already explain everything? Behind me is Nan Jun's finest Bīngmǎ; why would they stand behind me like a bunch of brutes? Warfare isn't about who stands closest."

"You certainly have a lot of people today—do you even number three thousand? Looks like this should be the final assassination attempt. I'll give you a chance to live: let's talk, tell me what my Young Master wants to know, and I'll spare some of you."

"Don't try to bewitch hearts; we have no cowards here!" the black-clad people shouted.

Kong Jianshi shook his head disdainfully, "Whether you want to die or live is your own business; anyway, my words stay here—you can think about it a while."

"I think you don't even have three thousand; using a volley of Arrow Rain from thirty thousand troops to greet you seems extravagant, a bit wasteful—you should shout for more people."

"To assault a camp garrisoned by thirty thousand troops with just this few hands—you're underestimating us and being a bit foolish. I'm standing right here; if you've made up your mind, come kill me anytime—I bet you won't even reach me."

At this moment, the distance between the two sides was still about a hundred zhang.

Crack!

A bolt of blue lightning lit up the sky.

The black-clad people suddenly moved.

They had no internal dissent; all together they charged at Kong Jianshi.

"Really a bunch of fools!" Kong Jianshi shook his head.

Swish swish swish!

Arrow Rain suddenly tore through the rain curtain and fell among the black-clad people.

Although it wasn't the thirty thousand Kong Jianshi mentioned, this volley still numbered in the thousands.

One volley of Arrow Rain had just ended amid the rising and falling groans, when another volley was already flying out.

At the same time appeared the mighty great army.

Chen Wu Yin held a heavy spear inverted, his ferocious expression as he tilted his head to look at the black-clad people opposite, "You little brats, did you know you disturbed Grandpa's sleep?"

On the rainy night, aside from occasional lightning flashing in the sky, there was nothing to provide light.

But even under such circumstances, Chen Wu Yin hesitated not at all, leading the charge.

The black-clad people, battered by two volleys of Arrow Rain and in disarray, looked at the enemy army charging down from all over the mountains and fields, utterly confused—how dare they?

These vigorous, agile martial artists, faced with such a rainy night, hesitated repeatedly before launching this final assassination attempt.

As it turned out, the troops under Chen Wuji were even braver than they were.

In conditions without lightning, where even the road ahead couldn't be seen clearly, they just charged down like that?

Swish swish swish!

Another volley of Arrow Rain pierced the rain curtain in the darkness.

"Withdraw!"

The leader of the black-clad people gritted his teeth and issued the order.

He had misjudged the situation; although unwilling, he could only retreat.

They were indeed individually powerful martial artists, but facing a camp garrisoned by thirty thousand troops that was already prepared, they could do nothing—impossible to break in and kill Chen Wuji.

This operation has already failed.

"Want to leave? Have you asked my opinion?"

Kong Jianshi's figure suddenly appeared directly in front of the black-clad people, and at some point he had two extremely narrow-bladed swords in his hands.

The leader of the black-clad people's pupils constricted sharply, "You look very familiar to me!"

"Impossible; those who find me familiar are basically dead—you can't be the exception!" Kong Jianshi shook his head, raised his hand, and swung an ordinary sword.

The black-clad leader, facing a formidable foe, leapt back swiftly.

Kong Jianshi made no large movement, yet he stuck tightly to the black-clad person's rear.

A flash of sword light passed, and the black-clad leader's right arm just fell off silently.

It was as if an invisible sword in the void had sliced it away.

The black-clad leader's expression turned to horror, "You're King Kong of Hell—how are you here?!"

"I didn't expect you actually to know me—do you want to die or live?" Kong Jianshi said, a little surprised.

He did indeed have some reputation before, but it shouldn't have been that great.

After all, he had always lived low-key, and now even more so; nobody should know him.

The black-clad leader didn't answer Kong Jianshi's words, but instead grinned scornfully, "I thought Feng Lou Tower had some backbone, but it turns out you're just a dog of the Chen clan, hahaha. Feng Lou Tower, you're just bringing about your own doom—this dog, you've picked the wrong one."

I don't mind; at least I'm stronger than you, you pig‑dog scum. Kong Jianshi shook his head and thrust his sword.

His sword was slow—so slow that the black‑clad leader seemed to deliberately throw himself onto it, offering his neck to the blade, thus ending his own life.

Swish—swish—swish.

Before Chen Wu Yin's army clashed with the black‑clad forces, countless figures dropped down first and rushed into the black‑clad ranks.

Hey hey hey, don't strike so fast—the ground's slippery, leave us some room! Chen Wu Yin saw the situation and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The rain was heavy, the ground very slippery, and the night pitch black, severely hindering their charge speed.

Charging in such conditions, everyone seemed to be playing wooden statues.

Lightning flashed—some bolted away at full speed, others swung their weapons with all their might.

After the lightning passed, everyone furtively waved their weapons wildly, trying not to be cut down.