Chapter 412: Chapter 411: Reinforcents Arrive
At the sa ti, in another direction, the warriors of Heavenly King Hall were engaged in a bloody battle.
At that mont, Gongsun Chou shouted, "Tiger Roar Sect, you actually dare to oppose Heavenly King Hall!"
"Why wouldn’t we dare? Your Heavenly King Hall’s ti is up. Today is its final day," the Sect Master of the Tiger Roar Sect retorted. Normally, he would never dare to confront them, but with so many forces besieging Heavenly King Hall, his confidence was greatly bolstered. Their combined power far surpassed that of Heavenly King Hall, leaving the hall isolated and helpless.
"KILL!" Nangong roared. He was known for his explosive temper, and he dove into the fray, fighting with blood-soaked fury. Though the warriors of Heavenly King Hall were falling one by one, they had already cast aside all thoughts of life and death. They were an invincible unit, the Hundred Battle Armor-Piercing Army. Even when so disadvantaged, they maintained an aggressive offense—a display of strength their foes could not hope to match.
Their enemies, who outnumbered them three-to-one, trembled with fear. They dared not clash with Heavenly King Hall head-on, opting instead to encircle them and attempt to dismantle them piece by piece.
Just then, a powerful force slamd into the Mo Sect Alliance Army’s rear, catching them completely off guard. If the warriors of Heavenly King Hall were an organized and well-trained military, then this new army was pure, savage dominance. They were a disorganized and undisciplined horde, yet they tore through the alliance army, sending them scattering in a rout, discarding helts and armor in their haste. This was because they were all desperados to whom life and death were as common as a daily al. They were the Underground Boxers, summoned by the call of the King of Boxing.
As the Underground Boxing Emperor, Ye Fan had contacted Polar Bear and Sen Ba before departing. In response, hundreds of the world’s top Underground Boxers answered the King of Boxing’s call. They carried no weapons or equipnt; their fists were their greatest assets. As Underground Boxing Kings, they had long since stopped caring about life or death.
With the arrival of the Underground Boxers, the enemy felt a true chill down their spines. Pinned between the disciplined army of Heavenly King Hall and the cruel, domineering boxers, their numbers were now matched. With the forces balanced, the alliance army was no match. They were shattered into countless small groups, and their lives were reaped rcilessly. The alliance soldiers began to surrender, but for these desperados, surrender was a sign of contemptible weakness. All who surrendered were executed without exception.
Heavenly King Hall had no intention of taking prisoners, either. If the roles were reversed, would these people have spared us? Clearly not. And so, they too employed rciless and fierce thods.
With both armies pushing forward with renewed vigor, the alliance army’s numbers were halved in an instant as those who tried to flee were the first to be cut down. Blood flowed like a river. This was an unprecedented war where every combatant was a Martial Artist. Nangong was drenched in blood, but he fought like a relentless war machine of the Dark Night; the act of killing itself had beco his greatest motivation.
Polar Bear, Sen Ba, and their comrades had also grown up bathed in blood; to them, an environnt like this was Heaven itself. Seeing Nangong slaughtering enemies with ease, they felt a surge of rivalry. While their power wasn’t as monstrous as Nangong’s, they were determined to surpass him when it ca to the art of killing. Thus, they began a competition with him.
Black Fog watched the fierce brutes, truly at a loss for words. Then again, is there a single normal person in Heavenly King Hall? They’re all a bunch of freaks! Black Fog, however, didn’t stop his own advance. He was an assassin of the darkness, striking from the shadows. Often, before his unsuspecting foes even realized he was there, his blade had already slit their throats.
Cries of agony rose from the alliance army as they realized there would be no survival. The alliance leader roared, "Brothers, fight them with everything you have!"
But as the words left his lips, Nangong was already upon him.
"AH!"
Before the leader could react, Nangong’s hands struck out, tearing his body apart. This was truly a war that would strike terror into the hearts of all who learned of it. With their leader dead, the alliance army’s desperate counterattack was disorganized and chaotic. When it ca to a battle of pure grit, they were no match for the Underground Boxers. Their numbers dwindled rapidly. At this rate, the war would be over in half an hour at most.
「...」
anwhile, Ye Fan had just killed one of the Mo Sect Ancestors. Of the original Five Ancestors of Mo, only four now remained.
"Five Poison Formation!" one of the remaining ancestors shouted.
The four of them imdiately surrounded Ye Fan. With one of their number gone, the formation was no longer perfect, but Ye Fan was also at his weakest. This flawed Five Poison Formation could still be enough to claim his life. Ye Fan focused all his attention on defending against the terrifying formation. Black, poisonous gas radiated from the four ancestors’ hands, converging high in the air to form an enormous, spectral scorpion. It reared up, poised to strike Ye Fan. Without a doubt, it was a fearso creation.
Ye Fan unleashed his Pure Yang Power, barely managing to hold the venomous construct at bay. The combined strength of the four was far greater than any one of them alone. Using his profound True Qi as a defense, Ye Fan clashed with the scorpion. The struggle was imnse, a pure output of power. Both Ye Fan and the four Mo Sect Ancestors began to tremble, cold sweat beading on their brows from the sheer exertion.
Ye Fan’s situation was dire; he coughed up a mouthful of blood as his strength reached its nadir.
"BREAK!" the four ancestors roared in unison. Each spat out a mouthful of blood as they channeled one final burst of power, shattering Ye Fan’s True Qi Barrier.
Ye Fan was sent flying backward. He desperately wanted to get up, but he lacked even the strength to support himself. He was utterly feeble. The four ancestors descended, smirking at him with mockery. For them, victory was already in hand; all that remained was to deliver the final blow. Killing Ye Fan now seed laughably easy.
"Let
be the one to cut off his head," one of the ancestors declared. He materialized a black blade in his hand and slowly approached Ye Fan, who was still struggling weakly on the ground. He tried to rise, but he lacked even the strength to command his own body—a truly terrible sign.
Have I really lost even the strength to stand? Despair filled his heart. A man’s strength is finite, and his had run out. Even if he wanted to continue fighting, he simply didn’t have the energy.
"You little pest, still struggling?" the Mo Sect Ancestor sneered. "This is the price for offending our Mo Sect. Your life ends here!"
The ancestor raised the black sword high and swung it down toward Ye Fan’s head. In an instant, a spray of blood flew through the air.
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