Chapter 628: The Decisive Battle! Exhaustion! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Buzz! In a flash of light, Wang Chong vanished from in front of the ten-armed bodhisattva. Before the surrounding Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers could see where he was, Wang Chong had already appeared at the bodhisattva's side.
Saber clashed against sword, sending sparks flying. Wang Chong's terrifying strike had been completely blocked by one of the bodhisattva's ten arms. The Great Snow Mountain Holy Temple's ten-armed bodhisattva was renowned for the flurry of attacks it could unleash, and few could match it in terms of attack speed. In addition, it had no blind spots, the ten arms guarding the front and back, up and down, left and right.
No matter which angle Wang Chong attacked from, the ten-armed bodhisattva was completely capable of blocking him.
”I'd like to see just how much skill you actually have!”
Longqinba was already completely provoked by Wang Chong's attack. As the leader of the Five Tiger Generals, Longqinba didn't believe that he would lose to the Great Tang youth. Clangclangclang! The golden bodhisattva began to spin four of its sword-like arms, letting out a harsh shriek.
Boom! Longqinba and Wang Chong disappeared, both of them moving at their greatest speed. The blurs left behind by their movements were visible all across the summit.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Waves of energy swept over the mountain, throwing corpses and stones everywhere and filling the air with dust.
This was the first time Longqinba had been forced to push the ten-armed bodhisattva to this level. The ten arms of the bodhisattva, coupled with Longqinba's innate strength, were like five or six Imperial Martial realm experts fighting with Wang Chong at the same time.
On the Tibetan Plateau, Longqinba's attacks reigned supreme. Neither Ciren Xiangxiong nor any of the experts from the other tribes could compare.
But his opponent this time was Wang Chong.
Though Longqinba's ten-armed bodhisattva was fast, Wang Chong was not slow. The six-arms technique were being worked to the limit as if he himself had grown these six arms. Meanwhile, the Little Yinyang Sword and Wootz Steel sword in his left and right hands were being utilized to their maximum extent.
Although Wang Chong's six-arms technique was far inferior to Longqinba's ten-armed bodhisattva, it was enough to contend against Longqinba.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ten arms were like the sharpest swords, each one like a supreme expert. They constantly stabbed down, their saber energy leaving behind no trace as they hacked at Wang Chong.
The war was approaching its end and Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang were on the verge of victory. Thus, Longqinba did not care that the ten-armed bodhisattva was consuming massive amounts of energy in its peak state and would be certain to leave him very weak for some time after the battle.
Wang Chong was at the top of the Great Minister's must-kill list.
In truth, even Longqinba regarded him as a thorn in the side, a mortal affliction for the Tibetan Plateau. Although few outsiders knew of the plague now rapidly spreading across the Tibetan Plateau, Longqinba knew.
This sort of opponent with these sorts of schemes, this sort of ability and wisdom, was not someone the Ü-Tsang Empire could ever let go.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The more he fought, the more astonished Longqinba was. The youth with bloody eyes before him had clearly fallen into madness, but the fighting power he displayed indicated otherwise.
Although he was in a state of madness, his abilities chilled the heart of even an elite expert like Longqinba. Not only was he incredibly fast, his every move was refined, simple, swift, effective!
Each move had nothing extraneous, only that which could kill the enemy in the swiftest and most effective manner.
”Attack! Help General Long kill that brat!”
”Forward! Kill that brat and be richly rewarded!”
”General has already held him down. Let's go up and together and give General a hand!”
……
Seeing Longqinba halting Wang Chong, the surrounding Tibetan soldiers who had just arrived from the rear saw their chance and charged forward to offer their assistance.
Buzz!
The situation suddenly changed. As if sensing a threat from elsewhere, Wang Chong vanished from Longqinba's vision in a flash of light. Before Longqinba could react, screams rose from around him. Hundreds of Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers were suddenly flung into the air, cut into pieces before they could even hit the ground.
”Not good!”
Even as the leader of the Five Tiger Generals, Longqinba still instantly grimaced at this sight. But it was all too late. The sky was filled with cries of battle, and soldiers who didn't know the truth of the situation were rushing in from every direction, provoking Wang Chong.
Wang Chong had apparently completely abandoned Longqinba, his targets switching to the other Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers.
A martial artist skilled in the application of the Little Yinyang Art and wielding the exceedingly sharp Wootz Steel sword was essentially invincible on a chaotic battlefield like this.
Even more disastrous was that Wang Chong's Little Yinyang Art could allow him to constantly absorb energy from others, and it seemed like he had no limits.
”Aaaaah!”
Screams rose and fell as the entire southeast battle line became Wang Chong's slaughtering ground. Boom! By the time Longqinba's ten-armed bodhisattva had arrived and attacked Wang Chong, the mountain side was covered in the corpses of Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers of both the Profound Martial realm and True Martial realm. The place had been transformed into a slaughterhouse.
”Contemptible thing, I'm going to kill you!”
When he saw the thousands of soldiers Wang Chong had slain, Longqinba's eyes went red as rage rose from his chest to the top of his head.
Wang Chong dared to kill people in front of him, treating him like he didn't exist? When had the imposing leader of the Five Tiger Generals of the Ngari Royal Lineage ever been so humiliated?
Rumble! His dantian vibrated with a metal clattering. Longqinba was instantly covered in furious Stellar Energy, the bodhisattva raising all ten of its arms as it unleashed a storm of blows at a speed several times faster than before.