Chapter 1083

First Volume, Chapter 1083: Absolute Overwhelming Supremacy

"Qin Feng, give me your life!"

Chen Yanzong's roar echoed across the entire battlefield.

Wu Heli's heart shot up to his throat—he feared this very scene had finally come to pass.

That brat Chen Yanzong was too eager for quick gains; even after Wu Heli and Chang Cheng had worn their lips raw trying to reason with him, his arrogance remained unchanged—he still saw Qin Feng as a stepping stone to instant ascendancy.

"Elder Fourth, come back!"

"Come back quickly!"

Wu Heli's desperate shouts shook the heavens, but they couldn't recall Chen Yanzong; with no other choice, he gritted his teeth and led his confidants in pursuit.

The four brothers, though born of different origins, had long sworn blood oaths—not to be born in the same year, month, or day, but to die together in the same year, month, and day.

Though reckless, Chen Yanzong was utterly loyal to Wu Heli.

His assassination attempt on Qin Feng was meant to earn prestige for the brothers, to grow stronger, and to escape their life of exposure to wind and rain, without shelter or support.

At this moment, Chen Yanzong was less than ten steps away from the black cavalry.

He gripped his Chang Mao in one hand, assuming a thrusting posture; when the black cavalry raised their horse lances to block, it played right into his hands.

Chen Yanzong unleashed all his strength and hurled the Chang Mao.

The sharp spear flew straight toward the black cavalry's chest; then, drawing his battle knife from his waist, he rolled over and lunged beside the horse, swinging his knife—not at the rider, but at the horse's leg!

Chen Yanzong's charge position was meticulously chosen—he had only three black cavalry between himself and Qin Feng.

If he could defeat those three, he could reach Qin Feng.

Rumors said Qin Feng's literary cultivation had reached a divine level, but his martial prowess was mediocre; if he could get close enough, even if Qin Feng wore armor, Chen Yanzong was confident he could kill him in a single strike!

His small hammer, strapped to his lower back, was already primed—one blow would shatter Qin Feng's skull!

Just as his battle knife was about to strike the horse's leg, a desperate roar came from behind.

"Fourth Brother!"

The next instant, Wu Heli felt a heavy impact on his right shoulder, then his entire body crashed helplessly to the ground.

Ugh…

Chen Yanzong grunted, his head spinning—he didn't know what had happened. Seeing the horse's leg so close, he prepared to swing again, but then realized he felt nothing in his right arm.

He turned his head—his right arm was still there, but the shoulder armor had been crushed into complete deformation.

Then, a piercing pain spread from his right shoulder.

Clatter-clatter-clatter…

Hearing the noise above him, Chen Yanzong looked up—and his heart sank halfway.

The black cavalry had already discarded his lance; his left hand gripped the Chang Mao Chen Yanzong had thrown, while his right held a chain hammer…

Clearly, Chen Yanzong had grossly underestimated the black cavalry's strength.

Facing Chen Yanzong's feint, the black cavalry never bit—he not only deflected the feint, but instantly drew his chain hammer and shattered Chen Yanzong's right scapula in one blow.

Before Chen Yanzong could recover, the black cavalry on his left thrust his horse lance forward.

Chen Yanzong gritted his teeth, rolled sideways, barely dodging the lance—but the next moment, searing pain shot through his thigh.

The black cavalry on his right had driven his lance deep into Chen Yanzong's thigh.

With his thigh pierced, Chen Yanzong was pinned in place, unable to flee or dodge; the front black cavalry then leapt off his horse, chain hammer in hand, and swung it straight down onto Chen Yanzong's back.

At this critical moment, a Chang Mao flew through the air and struck the black cavalry squarely in the chest.

Clang!

The sharp sound rang out—the Chang Mao failed to pierce the black cavalry's chest armor, but left a small hole; with the momentum of a mounted charge, it could have shattered the heavy armor entirely.

Unfortunately, Chen Yanzong's group lacked horses more than anything.

The spear shaft snapped; the force sent the black cavalry reeling two steps back, barely saving Chen Yanzong's life.

Wu Heli rushed forward to rescue Chen Yanzong, but was driven back by two thrusting horse lances; even as he swung his battle knife and shield frantically, he couldn't break through the black cavalry's lance barrier—not an inch forward.

The confidants following behind held no Chang Mao at all—they charged forward with sword and shield, desperate to save Chen Yanzong.

The result? A scene of utter despair unfolded.

Every time the black cavalry swung his chain hammer, the force shattered the wooden shields—either flinging them away or crushing them into splinters.

Then…

Another layer of despair appeared.

After killing three enemies in succession, the black cavalry sheathed his chain hammer and accepted a longer weapon from behind.

It was a… Long-Handled Axe!

The black cavalry gripped the nearly nine-foot-long Long-Handled Axe with both hands and brought it down in a vertical slash.

Every swing of the Long-Handled Axe brought down one man; a single black cavalryman held off a dozen attackers and killed seven in return.

The Long-Handled Axe's power was immense—neither light armor nor unarmored men could withstand it; even heavy armor couldn't hold.

To rescue Chen Yanzong, three comrades charged forward with sword and shield, swinging their battle knives relentlessly at the black cavalry.

The clangs rang out, sparks flew wildly—it looked terrifying, but not a single cut pierced the black cavalry's armor.

Then the black cavalry dropped the Long-Handled Axe, drew a short knife from his waist, and attacked with crude, brutal efficiency—no technique, just stabbing: into the belly, into the chest.

A flurry of thrusts—and all three enemies lay dead in pools of blood.

Protected by his comrades, the black cavalry who had dismounted—now a Heavy Infantryman—single-handedly killed or wounded over a dozen men; truly, one man held the pass, ten thousand could not pass.

And this was merely one ordinary black cavalryman!

Chen Yanzong, having witnessed the entire scene, stood with his mouth agape—Qin Feng was right before him, yet felt as distant as the horizon.

They had poured all their strength into one black cavalryman—and failed to even defeat him. How could they possibly face the two others behind, still fresh and untouched?

Worse still…

Zhao Yuxiong never left Qin Feng's side, staying by him at all times.

According to intelligence provided by the Powerful Clans of Nan Jing, Zhao Yuxiong's bravery surpassed all others in Beixi County; neither Xu Mo nor Ning Hu could compare with him.

Trying to kill Qin Feng was as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Until the men from the Rear arrived carrying the Great Shield, Wu Heli snatched it away and forcibly strapped it onto Chen Yanzong, allowing them to drag Chen Yanzong out of the Black Riders' attack range under its protection.

Due to excessive blood loss, Chen Yanzong's face was pale as snow, yet his eyes remained fixed unblinkingly on Qin Feng.

"Is this Qin Feng?!"

"No wonder he's Qin Feng!"