The battle continued to rage across the snow-covered road.
Steel clashed against steel as desperate cries echoed through the mountain pass.
One by one the escorts fell.
They had fought with every last bit of energy they had, but in the end, their bodies just gave out.
Even though they knew they didn’t stand a chance against the Black Fang Bandits, not one of them had tried to escape – they had all chosen to stand their ground and fight to the very end.
These brave men put up a fierce fight and ultimately gave their lives to defend the caravan they were supposed to protect.
Now, only one of the five escorts was left, and that was Sun Yunso.
It was all over in a flash, the fight finishing way sooner than anyone could have predicted.
The Black Fang Bandits had taken a beating, too.
There were dozens of them surrounding the caravans at first, but now only about ten were left standing, and one of them was their leader, Zhang Pojun.
He gazed out at the battlefield, taking it all in, before tossing his head back and letting out a loud, hearty laugh.
The sound of his loud laughter filled the quiet air of the mountain pass, echoing off the surrounding peaks.
“I have to say, I am impressed .
Normally, when people hear the name Black Fang Bandits, they just give up, tremble in fear and hand over all their stuff.
But you guys, actually decided to put up a fight, even though you knew you’d lose.
That takes guts.
And I’ve got to admit, I respect that.
But respect isn’t going to keep any of you alive.”
Zhang Pojun slowly pulled out his sword, the blade sliding quietly out of its scabbard.
Shiiing.
The polished steel reflected the pale sunlight.
He rested the sword on his shoulder, a grin spreading across his face.
His gaze swept across the battlefield.
He laughed and said, “Now, who’s going to be next?
Lei Mei’s face had gone pale.
She took a step back without thinking, and in that moment, Lei Shun quickly moved to stand in front of her, using his own body to shield his younger sister from harm.
The last remaining escort stood several paces away.
He was a mess, his clothes all ripped and bloody, his fists bruised and swollen.
His breathing was labored, like he’d been running for hours, and every muscle in his body ached with exhaustion.
It felt like his whole body was begging him to just stop, to collapse and rest, but something kept him going.
He took another step forward, and then another one.
Zhang Pojun looked at him with a bit of admiration in his eyes.
“…You’ve got courage.”
The escort just stood there, not saying a word, and then he suddenly charged at him.
He threw a wild punch, a desperate attempt to defend himself.
But what happened next was totally unexpected – Zhang Pojun let out a deep sigh.
“A shame.”
A swift flash of metal sliced through the air, sudden and sharp.
Slash.
The escort stopped dead in his tracks, and for a split second, everything was silent.
Then, without warning, he crashed to the ground with a heavy thud.
Thud.
Zhang Pojun wiped the blood off his blade, his face showing no feeling at all.
“Courage alone is never enough.”
Lei Shun took a closer look at what had just gone down and was able to figure everything out pretty quickly.
Zhang Pojun had a pretty clever plan.
He figured that if he could wear everyone out completely, they’d be too tired to defend themselves, and then he could strike when they were at their weakest.
It may seem like a cowardly move, but when you think about it from a battle perspective, it’s actually a really smart tactic.
Lei Shun took a quick glance at Sun Yunso, who was slowly closing in on Zhang Pojun with his sword at the ready, prepared to strike at any moment. This chapter was copied from novelping dot com without permission.
He couldn’t help but smile, knowing he was in for a treat, and now he was eager to get in on the action too.
Zhang Pojun’s face lit up with a smile as the sound of footsteps echoed from behind him, getting closer and closer.
He spun around, his huge sword at the ready, preparing for whatever was about to happen.
“I have to say, taking down those two cultivators from the Black Fang Bandits is no easy feat.
Now, I’m guessing you’re on the hunt for the last one, since you likely sensed that there were three of them in total.”
He lifted his arms.
“Guess what, you’re looking at the third one.
Now tell me what are you going to do?”
Sun Yunso didn’t say a word, just kept moving in, creeping closer and closer.
He finally showed up, stopping about six meters away from Zhang Pojun.
Then, he raised his blade, pointing it directly at Zhang Pojun’s face.
“Does it matter what I’m going to do?
Whatever it shall be, will only result in your death.”
Zhang Pojun paused for a moment, and then a snicker escaped his lips.
“You’re an interesting one I see.
With those words, I’d believe you’re someone who appreciates poetic justice but it’s just they carry something dark and that’s what makes this interaction of ours even more exciting.”
Sun Yunso stared coldly, his eyes devoid of emotion, as he kept his blade fixed on his opponent.
Zhang Pojun was still smiling until he remembered something.
“I know that you caught three cultivators but you somehow missed another one.
Why is that?”
“Another cultivator?” Sun Yunso asked.
He suddenly remembered that one of the two people he had fought had said exactly the same thing, and it stuck in his mind.
If there was another cultivator, where could they be located?
That was the question at hand but not knowing that he was amongst them the entire time and couldn’t contain himself.