Chapter 340: Two Martial Masters Attacking Together, And Still Using A Sneak Attack?

It is a Martial Master; a Martial Master among the rebel army has made a move.

The city defenders grew visibly nervous, much like when you are originally fighting a pack of wild dogs, and suddenly a vicious tiger leaps out from the flat ground.

Qi-Blood Warriors are like a hot knife through butter against ordinary people, and after a Martial Master appears, they are likewise like a hot knife through butter against them.

The city gate cannot be held!

It is not just one person thinking this; almost everyone is incomparably pessimistic.

If the city gate could be closed, they could still rely on the city walls to defend and repel the Martial Master, but now that the situation is chaotic, it is clearly impossible.

"What are you standing there for? Move things, retreat inside the gate, close the gate."

Zhou You let out a loud roar and faced the enemy Martial Master who had come from afar.

He has the highest cultivation realm on the scene, the only one at the peak of Qi-Blood; if he doesn't step up when encountering a Martial Master, who will? "..."

Qian Shimeng reacted the fastest, viciously forcing Yuan Hang and Hu Bandong to retreat into the city.

The two spies were slow in their movements; fists, palms, and legs struck out in succession, beating Qian Shimeng until his whole body was bathed in blood, with several chunks of skin and flesh torn away.

This fellow is just like his name; being greedy for money is his true nature, but he is also a fierce man, relying on fighting for his life to take on two opponents alone.

Zuo Shier and several other Qi-Blood Warriors heard this and turned back, picking up the stones and logs blocking the gate to throw them inside.

It takes a dozen ordinary people to lift one stone slab, but for a Qi-Blood Warrior, one is enough.

One by one, the stone slabs and logs were moved away, and the carriages were also driven inside the gate.

Whenever any beast acted stubborn at the critical moment of life and death and refused to move, they were killed with a single punch, and their corpses were thrown out to smash into people.

Under the fierce and menacing driving of the crowd, the carriage convoy finally left the gate passage.

It didn't matter that the pivot was broken; Zuo Shier took the lead in lifting the city gate and pushed hard. Under the combined force of several Qi-Blood Warriors totaling thousands of pounds, the heavy and massive city gate slowly closed.

A few brave rioters even charged quickly, attempting to rush into the city before the gate gap closed.

As a result, the city gate closed, clamping the few people directly in the gap. After a few screams upon closing, their flesh-and-blood bodies were snapped in two on the spot.

The city gate was closed! The two spies, Yuan Hang and Hu Bandong, were blocked inside the city and were about to face death, yet they were still being stubborn.

"Don't be fools; the city falling today is a foregone conclusion, stop struggling."

"No matter how powerful Zhou You is, can he fight a Martial Master, and there is also..."

Hu Bandong sneered and said, "Presumably at this moment, our 'family members' have already broken into his home. Now that Zhou You's mother has fallen into our hands, you had better surrender quickly!"

"Surrendering can still save your own kin."

Zuo Shier's mouth twitched twice, and just as he was about to speak, a gust of wind scraped past him.

Qian Shimeng's hair and beard stood on end, "You dog things, you have harmed me bitterly; I will risk my whole family dying out just to drag you down to perish together."

He no longer cared for his life and could not listen to anything; he only wanted to skin and dismember the two people before him and gouge out their internal organs.

"Cough, cough, don't be fooled by them; what use could a few women and children be?"

Zuo Shier said lightly, "Defending the city is paramount; have you forgotten your duties?"

The group of martial artists boosted their morale. They were inside the city, protected by the city walls and the city gate, and the enemy consisted only of the two people before them, so their sense of security was still quite sufficient.

But what about outside the city...

The surrounding rebel soldiers stopped fighting as well. Ever since the Martial Master appeared, they had been reduced to background scenery, forming a formation to surround Zhou You on this patch of ground in front of the city gate.

With enemy armies on three sides and his back against his own city gate, this is Zhou You's current situation.

"Winged Tiger Zhou You, I give you a choice: offer up the city to save your life, otherwise, you will die without a burial ground."

The enemy Martial Master was a fifty-year-old man wearing a brocade robe; his skin was slightly dark and rough, and his clothes did not fit very well. Clearly, his background was not very good, and perhaps he had only managed to prosper recently by taking advantage of the chaos.

Zhou You naturally refused. Without a word, he unleashed the Double Body Tiger Form Fist and leaped, two tiger shadows flashing out.

The fifty-year-old man was a Primary Martial Master; although he was a formidable enemy, Zhou You was not weak either, being young, strong, and at the peak of Qi-Blood.

This battle could be fought.

The two tiger shadows had intense Qi-Blood and were indistinguishable from real to fake, attacking the fifty-year-old Martial Master's armpits and ribs from the left and right.

When a Meng Hu Quan hunts and eats people, the most common move is for the Hu Zhua to tear open the two sides of the ribs, allowing one to leisurely eat the internal organs within the cavity.

The fifty-year-old Martial Master had extraordinary eyesight and saw at a glance that Zhou You was not using a feint; both tiger shadows were real, and he was extremely astonished in his heart.

"Wang Laohu didn't have this trick; it seems the rumors are not false, Zhou You is actually a genius who created his own fist technique."

In his shock, he struck back, the surging, immense power of a Martial Master level attacking both tiger shadows simultaneously.

It was an indiscriminate attack; even without needing to aim at a target, the mere strike of a Martial Master level was enough to take on two opponents alone.

Boom, boom, boom—fists and palms collided, and the Qi-Blood exploded like fireworks; the eardrums of the surrounding rioters were shattered one by one, leaving blood behind.

Zhou You did not dare to be careless when facing a Martial Master, specifically using his second heart to drive the Double Body Tiger Form with double the Qi-Blood.

In this way, it was two genuine peaks of Qi-Blood simultaneously besieging the fifty-year-old Martial Master.

Although the gap between Qi-Blood and a Martial Master is vast and far from being made up by quantity, the gap between a young, strong peak Qi-Blood and an aging Primary Martial Master is not as huge as imagined; with the former's quantity doubled, the result was different.

The fifty-year-old man went bang, bang, bang, fighting for several rounds, and the scene of an easy defeat he had anticipated did not occur.

He could not help but feel a bit depressed; could it be that choosing this city gate as a target was a mistake?

Based on Zhou You's performance, he looked like a soft persimmon in every way, yet he was comparable to some of the weakest Primary Martial Masters.

However, their large army had mobilized today, and they were determined to take this city gate; if one plan failed, there was another.

"..."

Zhou You was concentrating fully on countering the fifty-year-old Martial Master when suddenly his heart skipped a beat, and a second large red dot suddenly appeared on his panel.

Besides the fifty-year-old Martial Master before him, the enemy had a second Martial Master.

Sending two Martial Masters to attack a tiny city gate—how highly do they think of him, Winged Tiger Zhou You? The thought had just arisen when a figure suddenly darted out from the nearby rebel crowd, as fast as a shuttle.

A Primary Martial Master hiding in the crowd actually ambushed a Qi-Blood Warrior like him; how shameless.

"Despicable!"

Zhou You split off one tiger shadow, holding a dagger to stab forward, using attack as defense, and at the same time, spat out a burst of Hu Zhua toward the fifty-year-old Martial Master, causing the surrounding air to tremble incessantly.

The dagger struck something solid, then slid off at an angle, failing to inflict any significant damage.

The rhythm of the sneak attack was broken, and the martial artist revealed his true appearance, landing with a spinning motion before stopping while clutching a corner of his robe.

This was a gaunt, short middle-aged man who resembled Captain Jia, with a long, narrow wound exposed on his chest where the flesh was turned outward.

He wore a layer of Iron Armor beneath his outer garment, a defensive item refined with Qi and blood, which had been pierced by the dagger, injuring his flesh.

"That dagger is a fine toy; it belongs to me now."

It was obvious; since the dagger could even pierce a Qi and blood divine weapon, it was certainly no ordinary object.

The fifty-year-old martial artist did not reply; he could also tell it was a good item, so how could it just be yours—when killing, vying for merit, and seizing treasures, everyone relies on their own ability, and it is not something you can claim just by saying so.

After the two martial artists appeared, the urgency of the situation became increasingly apparent, and the morale of the rebel soldiers soared, all believing that breaking through the city gates was not far off.

(End of this chapter)