Chapter 152: Isn't that just like you?

Bai'e Hu was unwilling to let his brothers die in vain like this. He steeled his heart and stopped retreating. With his knees slightly bent, he exerted force and thrust his great blade straight at the squad leader.

Take out this weak one first, then figure out a way for the remaining one!

The squad leader had not expected that, faced with the pincer attack from the two of them, Bai'e Hu would actually dare to resist. He didn't react in time, and his own great blade was too late to be retracted. He could only watch helplessly as Bai'e Hu's blade pierced his chest.

The guard captain certainly couldn't just stand by and watch the show; his long sword followed closely behind, aiming to slash across Bai'e Hu's chest.

"Sss!"

Faced with the long sword, Bai'e Hu had no time to dodge. He could only hurriedly pull out his blade and retreat. The squad leader's blood sprayed onto the ground, and then his own chest was grazed by the sword tip, leaving a bloodstain about two fingers wide.

The squad leader lowered his head slightly, looking at the blood gushing from his body, unable to say a word. He fell straight to the ground, twitched a few times, and then went still.

Seeing the squad leader die, the guard captain did not hesitate to continue the attack. Taking advantage of the fact that this villain was injured, he must kill him!

Bai'e Hu ignored the wounds on his body and raised his blade to continue fighting the opponent. The longer the battle dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for his side, so trading injury for injury was the most suitable tactic for him.

It was just that he hadn't expected to be able to kill the squad leader by chance; it counted as an unexpected joy for Bai'e Hu.

Bai'e Hu intended to continue trading injury for injury. His blade technique became increasingly fierce, with almost no defense, every strike aimed at the opponent's fatal vital points.

Such an intention was naturally seen through by the guard captain. The guard captain changed his strategy, focusing on defense and constantly retreating.

Soon, Bai'e Hu's forehead was covered in dense beads of sweat. On one hand, it was caused by his injuries; on the other, it was because the continuous, violent attacks were too physically draining.

Bai'e Hu knew his stamina was dropping, and his hands gripping the great blade were somewhat sore and swollen. Thus, he didn't intend to continue entangling with the opponent and wanted to turn around to help his brothers.

Seeing this, the guard captain took the initiative to attack again to keep Bai'e Hu there, mocking him: "You dare to be distracted while fighting me? You're courting death!"

"Despicable!"

Bai'e Hu gritted his teeth. He couldn't do anything about the opponent and was forced to continue the entanglement.

"A mere mountain bandit, causing chaos among the people, and you dare to call me despicable?"

The guard captain snorted disdainfully. His strategy was already very clear: if the opponent advanced, he would retreat; if the opponent wanted to retreat, he would pursue and attack relentlessly.

In any case, the opponent was still carrying injuries and definitely couldn't outlast him, so why bother fighting to the death?

Soon, Bai'e Hu's breathing became disordered, he was panting heavily, and his attack rhythm slowed down significantly!

Seeing this, the guard captain knew the time had come. His long sword began to reveal its edge, and his counterattacks fell like a sudden rainstorm.

Bai'e Hu was forced into passive defense. He sighed inwardly that he would likely not return today. The pity was that even if he died, he hadn't managed to reach his brothers.

As the sword wounds on Bai'e Hu's body increased, the great blade in his hand became heavier and heavier.

During this time, Bai'e Hu also tried to seize the opportunity to counterattack fiercely, but the guard captain knew very well how crazy the counterattack of a dying man could be. Therefore, although his attacks were fierce, he left himself room and never gave the opponent any chance to exploit.

Such airtight defense made Bai'e Hu despair. Caught off guard, his left arm was slashed by another sword, deep to the bone!

"Don't hurt my father!"

A roar came from the city gate. The remaining bandits looked back and were overjoyed to see who had arrived.

"It's the Young Master, the Young Master is here!"

The person who arrived was none other than Xiexiezi. Bai'e Hu had not dared to use heavy force against his son, which led to Xiexiezi waking up very quickly. The moment he woke up, he understood his father's intention and immediately rode over with his horse-chopping blade.

Just as he entered the city, he saw his father covered in blood, and the bandits of Menghuzhai were also dead or injured; there were fewer than twenty people still standing.

Before Xiexiezi had even arrived, his blade tip struck first, using the advantage of the longer horse-chopping blade to block the sword the opponent was thrusting at his father.

Seeing that the bandits had reinforcements, the guard captain retreated two steps and assumed a defensive posture.

Watching his son arrive, Bai'e Hu's face flushed red as he wanted to say something, but the next moment a mouthful of blood gushed out. His complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, and he knelt on one knee, propping himself up with his blade.

Xiexiezi hurriedly dismounted, his eyes wide as he shouted: "Father, hold on!"

Bai'e Hu raised his head, unable to care about anything else, his eyes only on Xiexiezi.

"Why did you come? Leave quickly!"

"You are my father, wherever you are, I am!"

Holding the horse-chopping blade horizontally in front of him, Xiexiezi waited solemnly, knowing that now was not the time for talk.

The guard captain did not look down on Xiexiezi because of his youth; vigilance had always been his principle of conduct.

Thus, neither of them made the first move, both concentrating on waiting for the other to reveal a flaw.

In the end, Xiexiezi couldn't hold back first; after all, Bai'e Hu couldn't hold on for too long.

Xiexiezi gripped the horse-chopping blade with both hands, one over and one under, held it level with his shoulders, and charged toward the guard captain.

This starting stance, which seemed like both attack and defense, left the guard captain unable to fathom it. He was forced to meet the moves as they came, first thrusting his sword to test the waters.

Seeing this, Xiexiezi immediately held the horse-chopping blade vertically, using the long handle to block the long sword, attempting to flick the opponent's weapon away.

The captain hadn't expected the opponent to use the handle for defense, but he didn't panic at all, feinting an upward strike to continue attacking Xiexiezi.

At this moment, Xiexiezi gripped the handle tightly with his right hand and pulled it toward himself. The long blade immediately pressed down, slashing toward the guard captain's face.

The captain's sword was shorter than the horse-chopping blade. Seeing that his sword tip was still some distance from the opponent, he was forced to retract his sword and dodge the blade sideways.

Who would have expected Xiexiezi to have anticipated this? This strike hadn't used much force at all; it stopped steadily in mid-air, and with a flick of his wrist, the blade headed toward the guard captain's waist.

The guard captain reacted quickly, realizing that if he took this strike head-on, he would be cut in half. He hurriedly leaned over and rolled on the ground to dodge the strike.

Xiexiezi, having gained the upper hand, did not let up, gripping the horse-chopping blade tightly and pursuing relentlessly, actually gaining the upper hand for a moment.

Bai'e Hu watched this scene without blinking. Even though Xiexiezi had the advantage, he didn't unfurrow his brows, fearing that his son would suffer even the slightest harm.

The two exchanged more than ten moves, with Xiexiezi holding the upper hand throughout. The guard captain couldn't find any way to break the situation for a moment, but soon a smile appeared on his face.

"You do have some strength, but how many people can you fight?"

Hearing this, Xiexiezi's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly retracted his blade to distance himself from the opponent.

The guard captain didn't pursue, standing in place panting. The pressure the opponent had put on him was truly not small; a moment of carelessness would mean death.

Xiexiezi quickly returned to Bai'e Hu's side and looked around. Except for himself and his father, everyone standing was an enemy.

The bandits of Menghuzhai had all fallen to the ground; the entire army was wiped out!

Bai'e Hu stood up shakily, back-to-back with Xiexiezi, and smiled bitterly at the encirclement of at least a hundred people.

"You child, you are just too stubborn!"

"Isn't that just like you?" Xiexiezi was not afraid of death; at this moment, he was actually very open-minded.

Bai'e Hu shook his head, holding his great blade, and said: "From the day I became a mountain bandit, I knew this was my fate!"

"What?"

"To not have a good end!" ===== CHAPTER 153 =====