Chapter 436: Bloody Battle 2

Han Lei was filled with grief and indignation, his aura carrying a hint of violence; seeing this, his personal guards dared not utter another word.

"Men, charge together! Supervision team, watch them well for me—anyone who dares to retreat shall be executed on the spot without mercy!"

Han Lei's hoarse, desperate roar echoed across the battlefield, the madness and determination within it seeming to solidify the surrounding air.

The personal guards looked at one another, yet they dared not defy the order and quickly passed the command down.

Soon, the rebel army of the Red Lotus Sect gathered once more; despite having just suffered heavy losses,

under the intimidation of the supervision team, they had no choice but to bite the bullet, letting out low, stifled roars like a pack of cornered beasts, and launched a desperate charge toward the members of the Hong Sect.

Cheng Feng watched the rebel army charging madly, not a trace of fear in his eyes.

He turned his head and said to Wei Zhuang, "Brother Wei, it seems they intend to fight to the bitter end. We cannot hold back either; have the brothers prepare for close-quarters combat to the death."

Wei Zhuang gripped the Shark Tooth in his hand and nodded coldly: "Rest assured, Brother Cheng, there are no cowards among the Hong Sect disciples; we shall fight them to the death."

Within the Hong Sect, besides the Ordinary disciples, there were eight hundred Henglian Hall disciples present who had consumed Flood Dragon Meat and undergone physical mutations.

Their Martial Dao cultivation was not weak, and their Bronze Statue Technique had already reached minor completion, making them nearly impervious to ordinary blades and swords; this was the greatest trump card in Cheng Feng's heart.

When the rebel army reached close range, both sides were instantly plunged into intense hand-to-hand combat. The sounds of shouting, screaming, and clashing weapons intertwined like a cruel symphony of war.

The Henglian Hall disciples, relying on their peerless defense, were like war gods descended to earth, charging and breaking through the crowd; every swing of their blades was accompanied by splashing blood, and wherever they went, the rebel army fell one after another.

Seeing that his troops could not gain an advantage despite the stubborn resistance of the Hong Sect, Han Lei's inner rage grew even more intense, especially when he saw the Henglian Hall disciples acting as unstoppable as tigers descending a mountain, making him all the more impatient.

"Damn it, let me see what you lot are made of!" Han Lei rode his horse and brandished his long halberd, charging into the battlefield himself, hoping to boost morale with his own bravery.

Cheng Feng soon noticed him.

"Brother Wei, you take care of the big picture; I will go meet him."

Wei Zhuang also saw Han Lei and said indifferently, "He is merely a Martial Artist who has not yet entered the Organ Refining Realm; it is of no concern."

"It's you???" Seeing Cheng Feng, a flash of surprise crossed Han Lei's eyes.

"Come and fight!" Cheng Feng said concisely, initiating the attack first.

The two clashed once again, and this battle was even more intense than the last.

Amidst the swirling Blood Qi and the shadows of blades and halberds, both men used all their skills, every move and stance carrying a lethal threat.

Han Lei harbored a deep resentment, wanting to wash away his previous shame and avenge his nephew;

while Cheng Feng was determined to defeat him completely and eliminate this potential threat,

and to have an easy fight while he was at it—even if the opponent could truly break through in the heat of battle, he was confident he could behead him.

"Blood Halberd Across the Sky!"

"Galloping Thunder Blade!"

Without any extra words, the two unleashed their killing moves the moment they met.

Cheng Feng never had a mindset for pointless play; on the battlefield, it was always a matter of life and death.

Under the enhancement of Blood Qi, Han Lei's halberd strikes were tricky, cutting through the air with a sharp, whistling wind as they thrust straight toward Cheng Feng's throat, as if to kill him in one blow.

Cheng Feng's eyes sharpened, and he blocked horizontally with his long blade. With a loud "Clang," the blade and halberd met, sparks flew, and a massive force traveled along the blade, causing Han Lei's arm to go slightly numb.

"This fellow, what great strength!"

Han Lei's eyes held surprise. The Liu family had a profound foundation, and he had seen some so-called geniuses before,

but those people had all been beaten down by him; he himself was the genius in their eyes.

Under the resource-tilted cultivation of the Liu family, he could even clash with a Lianzhan Martial Artist while at the peak of Bone Refining,

but now...

Cheng Feng's figure was as steady as Mount Tai; using the force of that block, he tilted his body slightly and swung his long blade, slashing toward Han Lei's waist like a bolt of lightning.

Han Lei was startled and hurriedly pulled back his halberd to block in front of him.

Another loud crash, and Han Lei felt a force like a collapsing mountain surge toward him, nearly knocking him off his horse.

He gripped the reins tightly to steady himself, inwardly marveling at the strength of Cheng Feng.

At this moment, the warhorse beneath him also felt the force from its back and neighed uneasily, its front hooves pawing the ground incessantly.

Cheng Feng would not give Han Lei a chance to catch his breath; he tapped his toes on the ground and shot toward Han Lei like an arrow from a bow,

his long blade raised high, slashing down toward the top of Han Lei's head with an unstoppable momentum.

Han Lei gritted his teeth and roared, pouring all his Blood Qi into the halberd and meeting the strike with all his might.

"Boom!" The blade and halberd collided again; this time the force was even greater, stirring the surrounding airflow into a small shockwave.

Han Lei felt a sharp pain in both arms, as if they were about to snap, and the halberd nearly slipped from his grasp. A sense of despair welled up in his heart; he had not expected Cheng Feng's strength to be so formidable.

Yet, the madness and determination in Han Lei's bones would not let him admit defeat easily.

His eyes turned blood-red, like a wounded beast, and ignoring the pain in his arms, he swung the halberd again to attack Cheng Feng.

The halberd danced in his hands, leaving no gaps, as shadows of the weapon enveloped Cheng Feng like a violent storm.

His Blood Qi surged to the limit, and he chanted inwardly: "Almost there, almost there..."

Feeling the circulation of Blood Qi within his body, that burgeoning sensation of something about to erupt was the very sign of an imminent breakthrough.

Han Lei's face showed joy; as long as he could survive, the breakthrough was right before his eyes.

Cheng Feng, however, remained completely calm; he activated the Bronze Statue Technique, his skin taking on a bronze luster, greatly increasing his defense—caution is the parent of safety.

He moved through the shadows of the halberd with ease, accurately blocking Han Lei's attacks with every swing of his blade, all while searching for Han Lei's openings to deliver a fatal blow.

Just as Han Lei thrust his halberd and his momentum weakened slightly, a sharp glint flashed in Cheng Feng's eyes.

He dodged the halberd with a sidestep, and then, while Han Lei's old strength was spent and his new strength had yet to arise, the Galloping Thunder Blade thrust out like lightning, piercing straight into Han Lei's chest.

Han Lei was terrified, wanting to dodge but it was already too late. He could only watch helplessly as the Galloping Thunder Blade drew closer, his heart filled with unwillingness and regret.

Even with his Blood Qi pushed to the limit, he could ultimately not withstand the approaching blade.

Expressions of fear, joy, and regret flashed across his face one by one, and what finally appeared in his eyes was the back of a figure he had followed in his youth.

"Young Master, I am afraid I can no longer serve you..."

The long saber changed from a thrust to a diagonal slash, and a fountain of blood sprayed out.

Cheng Feng watched as the expression of mixed memories and regret on the enemy general's face was taken in by his eyes.

In his heart, one thing had already been confirmed—the opponent was truly a Martial Dao genius capable of breaking through in the midst of battle.

The force of that final strike was already what only someone at Organ Refining could possess.