Chapter 206: Chapter 205: The Siege
Black Fog spoke, "Chui Feng, your ti is up." He lunged at Chui Feng. Despite his fear, Chui Feng retaliated with all his might. This was the final gamble between them. Black Fog brandished his dagger, and Chui Feng used his longsword to defend against the flashy killing techniques. After their first lightning-fast exchange, both weapons were stained with blood; they had injured each other simultaneously.
Of the five captains, Chui Feng was the strongest and the most strategically brilliant. The fact that Ye Fan had entrusted King Hall to him was a testant to his abilities.
"You were hiding your true strength!" Black Fog exclaid in shock. From their brief clash, he knew Chui Feng’s power was not far beneath his own.
"That’s right, I was," Chui Feng replied. "Black Fog, the outco of our battle is still undecided!"
"Is that so?" Black Fog wielded his dagger and attacked again. This ti, he unleashed his full power, holding nothing back.
Imdiately, Chui Feng was on the defensive, forced into a steady retreat as he struggled to parry Black Fog’s relentless killing blows.
SWISH!
Chui Feng unfurled his Soft Sword, nearly wounding his opponent. Of course, Black Fog was no pushover; he swung his dagger in a vicious arc that almost severed the tendons in Chui Feng’s wrist. After more than ten exchanges, Black Fog held a clear advantage. While he hadn’t yet defeated Chui Feng, it seed to be only a matter of ti.
However, at that mont, a mighty power swept over the battlefield.
"The power of a King!"
Both Chui Feng and Black Fog were shocked. Though neither was a King, they could feel the presence of one—a King-level master had made a move.
"Ah!" Just as Chui Feng processed what was happening, a single rose blossom descended, and his eyes were pierced. He scread, clutching his bleeding face. Then, the Dark Night Demon Queen appeared. She seized Chui Feng by the head, and with a sickening thud, his severed head fell to the ground.
Both Black Fog and Huo Yun were astounded. Di Que had also been present, but when the battle between Black Fog and Chui Feng began, he had left to help King Hall eliminate their other enemies.
What a stunningly beautiful woman. Beautiful won were often dismissed as re decorative vases, but this one was different. She possessed strength that could rival a King’s. She was no re ornant, but a breathtaking beauty who was in no way inferior to any man.
Black Fog found his voice. "You shouldn’t have interfered in our fight!"
"This isn’t the ti for a duel, nor is it the mont for individual heroics," the Dark Night Demon Queen chastised him. "Every second you waste here, another one of your comrades falls!"
Black Fog was speechless. He was the type who loved a good fight, but even he knew this wasn’t the ti. Without another word, he turned and charged the enemies behind him.
The Dark Night Demon Queen turned to the staggering Huo Yun. "Where is the King of Heaven?"
Huo Yun replied with difficulty, "I don’t know where the Boss is. I think he went after the Rashamon King."
The Dark Night Demon Queen vanished on the spot, evidently going in search of Ye Fan.
At this ti, the tide of the war turned decisively. King Hall, which had been under constant pressure, rallied and surged forward. They fell upon their enemies, slaughtering them with supre speed and strength. The allied army collapsed completely.
「Elsewhere, the most brutal of final battles was unfolding.」
Ye Fan made his move, heading straight for the Rashamon King. Two other Kings imdiately rushed to intercept him.
"Dragon Essence Power!"
He unleashed the power, blocking the two assailants’ attacks, and engaged the Rashamon King in a ferocious battle. Although the Rashamon King’s strength was inferior, he was still able to hold on for a ti.
The Slaughter Blade King unleashed the Power of Blood Killing, forcing Ye Fan to evade. However, just as his feet touched the ground, the chanical King attacked, leaving a gash on his body.
The chanical King sneered at him, "Is this the strength that made you the leader of the Kings? How weak! Your power is a great disappointnt to !"
"You won’t be disappointed for long!"
Ye Fan attacked him swiftly, eting dominance with dominance. Both were titans who had pushed their physical bodies to the absolute pinnacle. Because of this, even the wildly ferocious chanical King couldn’t face Ye Fan head-on. If not for the support and interference of the other two, Ye Fan could have defeated and killed any one of them.
He sent the Rashamon King flying with a kick, smashing him through several large boulders. But while fending off the Slaughter Blade King’s assault, he was struck in the back by a punch from the chanical King and sent reeling.
The three regrouped, watching him with mockery in their eyes.
Ye Fan moved with extre speed, striking at the chanical King. They exchanged blows, but Ye Fan’s fist connected squarely with the chanical King’s head, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. A one-on-three battle against Kings of the sa rank was the harshest kind of fight. Their battle had already raged for nearly half an hour.
By now, all three of his opponents were injured. Of course, Ye Fan was not unscathed; on the contrary, his injuries were far more severe than theirs. They ford a triangle, surrounding him.
The chanical King charged forward to engage him head-on, and Ye Fan swiftly parried. However, the Slaughter Blade King attacking from behind and the Rashamon King from the side did not miss the opportunity. They rushed in, unleashing their strongest attacks. Ye Fan was severely wounded by the Rashamon King, causing his defense to crumble completely. The Slaughter Blade King and the chanical King seized the opening, striking him again and sending him flying.
The three Kings had descended, and it was a most brutal war. If there had been only two, he could have fought them to a standstill or even gained the upper hand. But against three, he faced more than just triple the power. At that mont, the three of them pressed their attack once more.
Seeing them move in for the kill, the severely injured Ye Fan beca enraged. The King of Heaven’s wrath flared with enough intensity to sunder the heavens and shatter the earth.
"Dragon Essence Power!"
A massive phantom dragon materialized before him, temporarily stalling the speed and power of the trio’s assault. When the Dragon Essence Power dissipated, the three Kings found the area blanketed in a thick cloud of dust. They imdiately ford a defensive triangle within the haze. At that mont, they couldn’t sense Ye Fan’s presence at all. The situation was utterly baffling.
"Where did he go?!" the Rashamon King asked warily.
They all knew that if they didn’t kill Ye Fan this ti, they would never get another chance. Even more terrifying, if Ye Fan escaped, their doom would be next. They had already experienced his strength; if they weren’t united, Ye Fan would likely pick them off one by one. But this damn dust refused to settle.
Escape? Ye Fan was not the type of man to run away. Within the dust cloud, he stood calmly atop a massive boulder, observing the three n below. They were on full alert but had no idea where he was. In a flash, he dove down from the boulder, slamming a kick onto the Rashamon King’s head.
The Rashamon King coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying, crashing against another boulder. He felt his head ringing violently. When he tried to stand, he staggered. Ye Fan’s kick had been so powerful that even a King with a body like steel couldn’t withstand it. The other two rushed to support him.
The Rashamon King was furious, but the dizzy spell wouldn’t recede, and he felt undeniably weak.
However, before the three could react, Ye Fan struck again. He charged at the Slaughter Blade King, who imdiately moved to defend himself but was still wounded in the back by Ye Fan’s Dragon Claw Hand. His back beca a bloody ss; it was a grievous wound.
"Damn it!" the chanical King roared. "King of Heaven, you despicable coward! Is sneaking around all you can do?"
Ye Fan’s voice echoed through the air. "The three of you ganging up on
isn’t despicable? When it cos to being shaless, I am truly no match for you!"
"Hmph! Do you think we can’t handle you just because of this? King of Heaven, you’re too naive!" the Slaughter Blade King shouted angrily. Then he commanded, "Get out of the dust cloud!"
The three quickly ran for the edge of the haze. Ye Fan attacked again, but this ti they seed prepared, launching a combined counterattack.
First, the chanical King landed a chop on his back. Then, the Slaughter Blade King’s fist smashed into his jaw. And though the Rashamon King was weakened, he still managed to land a blow on Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was sent flying once more, coughing up great mouthfuls of blood. The combined assault of the three Kings left him grievously wounded. He dropped to one knee, fixing the trio with a cold stare.
"So, you’ve finally stopped hiding," the chanical King said, approaching Ye Fan with a mocking grin. The Slaughter Blade King and the Rashamon King slowly closed in from the sides, their expressions making it clear that Ye Fan was now their cornered prey.
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