Chapter 425: Battle 2

Cheng Feng looked up and saw another squad of rebel soldiers arriving in the distance, led by a general riding a black horse.

The general looked at Cheng Feng and said coldly, "General Han Lei, can you not even handle these few petty thieves?"

Han Lei's face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Lang, stop spouting your sarcastic nonsense, damn it! If you're so capable, why don't you go up and trade blows with him yourself!"

That General Wang sneered, "I, Wang Hu, am not as reckless as you. Today, not a single person from the Hong Sect will be allowed to escape!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the rebel soldiers behind him charged toward Cheng Feng and the others.

Cheng Feng watched the increasing number of rebel soldiers, mentally calculating the time for Master Wang Tieshan and the others to flee.

Cheng Feng did not retreat in the slightest and shouted loudly, "Brothers, even if we die, we must take a few of them down with us!"

After saying this, he brandished his long blade again and charged at the enemy.

The Bronze Body Technique, with its exceptional body-refining effects, comes with a defensive buff.

Cheng Feng was naturally unafraid, and as for the remaining disciples, Cheng Feng would naturally keep his word.

A more tragic battle unfolded; although the Hong Sect Martial Artists were few in number,

they relied on their will to protect their families and their exquisite martial arts to engage in a life-and-death struggle with the rebel soldiers.

Given the advantage of the alley entrance, being able to fight for nearly the time it takes to brew a cup of tea was already quite impressive.

Corpse after corpse was piled up at the alley entrance.

There were those of the Red Lotus army, and those of the Hong Sect disciples.

Fresh blood stained the ground of the Hong Sect station red, and the sounds of battle were deafening.

Cheng Feng charged back and forth through the crowd; had he not trained the Bronze Statue Technique to the Master realm, his body would have long since suffered multiple wounds.

His heart held only one conviction: to buy more time for the Hong Sect and for those who had already departed.

Half a cup of tea's time passed, and half of the Hong Sect disciples remained.

A full cup of tea's time passed, and only Cheng Feng was left still holding on.

That general surnamed Wang said loudly, "Brother, I see you are a man of mettle; why not surrender? We shall not pursue you further."

Looking at the surrounding rebel army, with only himself left on the Hong Sect side,

and having estimated the time again,

Cheng Feng let out a breath of stale air: "It is about time."

Watching Cheng Feng's heroic, sacrificial appearance,

Wang Lang and Han Lei retreated silently.

Ever since the Red Lotus Sect rose to power,

what kind of experts had they not seen?

But to be able to hold out alone against so many soldiers and armor until now,

one was either killing like a madman, or preparing to unleash a powerful ultimate move.

To go up at a time like this, wasn't that just courting death?

This kind of expert is meant to be worn down with lives.

Once they have killed enough and have no strength left, that is when they strike.

Cheng Feng's gaze was like a torch as he scanned the dense crowd of rebels, a determined sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Surrender? How could I, a member of the Hong Sect, ever submit to you bunch of treacherous rebels!"

It seems the opponent is still a loyalist of the Great Zhou?

Wang Lang's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "If you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, since you are bent on death, then I shall grant your wish!" Having said that, he waved his hand, and the surrounding rebels surged forward again like a tide, various weapons flashing with cold light as they hacked fiercely at Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng took a deep breath, his Blood Qi circulating rapidly; with the Bronze Statue Technique at the Master realm, his entire body's muscles instantly tensed, and his skin took on a bronze luster, as if he were a bronze-cast god of war.

Holding the back of his blade in his mouth, he clamped the stolen long spear under his armpits to hold it steady.

Feeling the surging Qi and Blood within his body,

Cheng Feng muttered to himself: "Here it comes; let me see where my limits lie."

At the same time, Cheng Feng switched the long spear in his hand from a hold to a throw, and with the reinforcement of Blood Qi, it flew straight toward Han Lei and Wang Lang.

Wang Lang and Han Lei watched the long spear hurtling toward them like a thunderbolt, their eyes widening instantly, their faces filled with horror.

Although the soldiers beside them tried their best to block it, they were pierced through by the spear like candied hawthorns; the spear carried an unstoppable momentum, bearing down directly upon them.

"Stop him quickly!" Wang Lang shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with panic.

The surrounding soldiers surged toward Cheng Feng like a tide, attempting to prevent him from approaching the two generals.

Cheng Feng's Void-Disrupting Steps were unleashed, the blue bricks beneath his feet shattering and sending up bursts of dust.

His figure was like lightning as he wove through the crowd, every swing of his blade bringing up a spray of blood.

The rebels' attacks seemed so powerless before his Master-realm Bronze Statue Technique and exquisite Blade Technique.

Seeing that the situation was dire, Han Lei turned to run, but his movements appeared slow as a snail in Cheng Feng's eyes.

Cheng Feng let out a great shout, and as he swung his long blade, a sharp blade aura slashed toward Han Lei.

Han Lei only felt a chill strike his back; before he could react, he was hit by the blade aura, his entire body lunging forward and crashing heavily to the ground, vomiting blood, his life or death unknown.

Seeing Han Lei fall, Wang Lang was both shocked and furious.

He drew the sword at his waist and pointed it at Cheng Feng, roaring, "You madman, today I will surely make your blood splatter on this spot!" With that, he brandished his sword and charged toward Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

He charged to meet Wang Lang, his long blade colliding with Wang Lang's sword and emitting a crisp sound.

Wang Lang felt a massive force transmit from the sword, shaking his arm until it went numb, nearly causing him to lose his grip on the weapon.

"With only this much skill, you dare to clamor before me!" Cheng Feng shouted, exerting force through his long blade once more, sending Wang Lang's sword flying.

Wang Lang looked at Cheng Feng in terror and turned to flee.

However, how could Cheng Feng let him escape so easily? He took a step with his Void-Disrupting Steps, instantly appearing before Wang Lang, and kicked him in the chest.

Wang Lang flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing several meters away and spraying blood from his mouth.

Seeing both generals fall, the morale of the surrounding rebel army plummeted instantly.

They looked at one another, unsure whether they should continue the attack.

Cheng Feng stood where he was, scanning them with a gaze like a torch.

Seeing that the rebel army had already been intimidated, he shouted a reminder: "Why aren't you going to save your generals yet?"

Watching the rebel army as if waking from a dream, Cheng Feng quickly vaulted over the wall and left, hiding his merit and fame deep away.

His goal of stalling the rebel army's advance had been achieved.