1376: Chapter 1369: Battle of the Hunting Chiefs 1376: Chapter 1369: Battle of the Hunting Chiefs But Feng, after all, had been in contact with people from Earth for a long ti, so she possessed a certain basic scientific knowledge.
After a brief reflection, she imdiately realized that the reason the Kedal tal blade couldn’t penetrate was most likely because the general had used magic to create a defense shield around his body.
Kedal tal was practically invincible on a physical level.
The national defense research departnts created armor-piercing rounds from this tal that could completely penetrate a tank and bury deeply into the ground, which speaks volus about its formidable power.
However, despite this, Kedal tal wasn’t omnipotent.
When facing defense shields composed of magic, such tal weapons appeared particularly frail.
The Advance Team’s early weaponry, to increase blade strength and armor-breaking rate, would often etch strength and sharpness-enhancing runes on the blade.
Especially after obtaining the Anti-Magic Blade, etching Anti-Magic Glyphs on the blade beca almost a routine practice.
But embarrassingly, the Kedal tal blades currently equipped by the Advance Team lacked these enhancents.
For one thing, the inherent strength of Kedal blades was so high that almost no weapon could pose a threat to them.
On the other hand, etching runes on Kedal tal blades was very troubleso.
It was a very temperantal tal; if not handled properly, it could either beco blunted or shatter the drill bit, and even laser etching machines had difficulty marking it.
This led to an awkward situation where, aside from blunting treatnt on the blade, no runes that could actually affect combat effectiveness were engraved.
For this reason, Kedal tal could effortlessly overco physical defenses, but once faced with magical defenses, it seed to be powerless.
Having cleared up this thought process, Feng quickly ca up with a new strategy.
Now that this guy was fully enveloped in a defense shield, the best way to deal with him was undoubtedly to destroy the Dantian that continuously supplied energy to the shield.
With this in mind, Feng unhesitatingly drew the handgun from behind her waist and fired a shot at the general.
Whether it was intuition or not, although he couldn’t open his eyes yet, the general seed to have perceived the danger.
So the mont Feng prepared to pull the trigger, the general dodged just in ti, causing the shot to miss.
A different commander was hit by the bullet, and his chest was blasted open with a fist-sized hole.
Clearly, Feng had sowhat underestimated this guy.
He appeared to be a Ba Path general, but Feng was certain he must possess so Royal Dao abilities, such as danger perception; otherwise, he couldn’t have sensed the danger without being able to see.
All in all, if one disregarded the disparity in weapon strength, it would be very difficult for Feng to defeat this guy.
Her sword skill was strong, but after all, sheer force dominates skill, and she was far weaker in stature and strength than the general.
She could only rely on superb swordplay and agile movents to defeat her opponent.
After the unsuccessful attack, Feng stepped back, then delivered a horizontal slash.
A visibly sword Qi burst forth from the blade, heading towards the general.
But the result was disappointing once again.
The general blocked the strike as usual—his shield could not only withstand cuts from Kedal tal but also resist the sword Qi ford by magic, which was indeed rare.
However, when immortals battle, mortals suffer, and although the general was unhard, the commanders fared much worse.
Several who were too slow to dodge were cut in half by the sword Qi.
This type of attack, ford by magic mimicking a blade’s edge, was still very sharp, and it was primarily because Feng was too ruthless in combat, leaving her opponents either dead or crippled, that Luo’er didn’t want her to get involved.
Furthermore, various furniture and fixtures in the room also suffered collateral damage, shattering into pieces all over the place, creating a scene that was both bloody and chaotic.
Feng didn’t care about that as she unleashed several more waves of sword Qi, slashing everything in front of her to smithereens, all the while continuing to retreat.
The room was too cramped, and this fellow was overly powerful, so she needed an open space to fully leverage her agility advantage.
Although the general had blocked all these attacks, upon hearing the screams of the commanders, he began to panic and took the initiative to attack Feng, intending to stop her from continuing her killing spree.
Knowing that Feng’s sword energy was ineffective against him, he no longer held back, not even bothering to dodge, swinging his fists directly at Feng.
Feng caught the punch with her blade, and the impact sent her flying through the window fra and directly onto the open ground outside.
This was precisely her cunning plan, to use the general’s attack to propel herself outside.
Although her arm was sowhat numb, she was otherwise unscathed.
When she arrived outside, the open space was already surrounded by Dongsheng’s soldiers, who lit torches that illuminated the area as if it were daylight.
Upon seeing Feng tumble out, these soldiers quickly sward in, attempting to pin Feng down.
However, they seed to have underestimated the power contained within her small fra.
Feng flipped to her feet, swung a perfect arc with her blade, and blood once more splattered everywhere—the ground was littered with blood and severed limbs, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
A perfectly good assassination attempt had turned into a complete slaughter at her hands.
Nonetheless, that did not matter, for Cheng Ziang didn’t specifically request a covert assassination.
Moreover, in her view, even though there were many people in the mansion, apart from the general who was a bit of a nuisance, the rest were essentially no different from ants and posed no threat to her.
Before long, the general attacked again, barreling directly through the wall onto the open ground.
His eyes had cleared and could now focus properly, but his first glimpse of Feng, the petite female assassin, took him aback.
Following that, he clenched his fist and harshly cursed in Kyushu language, then lunged at Feng.
Fortunately, having spent the past year studying Kyushu language with the Advance Team, Feng roughly understood him.
He was cursing her for serving a foreign race while being a master of the Royal Dao.
Feng did not hesitate to charge at the general, and with a mighty cleave that was unfortunately caught firmly by the general, who even managed to grasp the blade itself.
The towering general raised the caught blade high, and Feng, unwilling to let go of the blade, was imdiately hoisted up by him.
Frustrated, she kicked out, but her attack was once again blocked by the general’s other hand.
Faced with this situation, Feng decided to let go of the hilt and dropped to the ground, turning to run.
But the general was quick and grabbed her collar, lifting her up and staring at her with a grinding gaze.
Bang!!
Suddenly, he heard a loud noise beneath him, followed by an indescribable severe pain in his belly, which made him shudder uncontrollably.
Seizing this opportunity, Feng again grabbed her blade, placed a foot on the general’s chest, and easily broke free from his grip.
Not only that, but she even managed to sever several of the general’s fingers.
This was another of Feng’s shrewd sches, using weakness as a ruse to exploit the general’s underestimation and forcing him to expose a flaw.
When he chose to pull Feng close, he essentially signed his own death warrant, because at that distance, he could in no way avoid a direct shot from the Yuanzi handgun.
The general stumbled back several steps, clutching his hands and kneeling on the ground, curling up and letting out pained groans.
Bloody saliva flowed from his mouth and dripped stickily onto the ground.
Witnessing the general’s tornt, the surrounding soldiers stirred again, and the bown who had finally arrived began shooting at Feng.
But Feng raised her hand, and a defense shield appeared in front of her, stopping all the arrows.
Then, making use of the interval between shots, Feng swung her blade again, tearing through the soldiers with her sword energy and turning the scene into a bloody ss once more.
The remaining soldiers finally couldn’t bear it and started fleeing in disarray.
After dealing with the annoying ants around her, Feng set about getting rid of this troubleso fellow.
She wasn’t about to let the general off because he had lost his fighting ability.
Cheng Ziang’s principle to her was clear, that no enemy should be left alive, to avoid future problems—a lesson Luo had learned more than once the hard way.
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