Mythical Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1622: Chapter 1563: I Guarantee You’re No Match for Either Sword Technique or Archery

Zhao Yun’s expression was somewhat grim. Even if he were trapped in the Military Spirit Legion and stripped of his Inner Qi, he’d likely be unable to fight his way out. But do the White Horse Soldiers need to act head-on?

In his thoughts, Zhao Yun had already led a thousand trusted aides quickly turning toward the Northern Huns Guards, as if they were about to engage in an instant showdown. However, just as the Northern Huns Guards sneered grimly, readying themselves for the confrontation with Zhao Yun, the White Horse Soldiers suddenly turned back and unleashed their arrows in a rapid volley.

Arrows rained down, shooting straight at the Northern Huns Guards. The heavy arrows, moving towards the Hun Guards, displayed incredible power. However, it was basically ineffective; even Zhao Yun’s arrows, with enhanced power, were negated by the Military Spirit.

Except for one unfortunate guy who got shot in the left eye, other Hun Guards either deflected the arrows with their long spears or dodged them, virtually none were hit. But this was normal—any Military Spirit Legion that could be brought down by an arrow shower would indeed be pitiful.

The Hun Guards weren’t being passive either. As a similarly versatile troop type, when the White Horse turned for mounted archery, they also drew their arrows, shooting at the White Horse Soldiers. However, due to the White Horse Soldiers’ high-speed serpentine movement, the Hun Guards struggled to hit them accurately.

The continuous zigzagging chaos motion made it nearly impossible for the White Horse to increase the distance from the Hun Guards. Of course, for the Hun Guards to catch up to the White Horse was equally fanciful; in this world, cavalry capable of pursuing the White Horse on a plain has yet to be born.

Eventually, the Hun People began to realize something was amiss. The exaggerated agility and high speed of the White Horse, honestly speaking, if they wanted to flee, even the Hun Guards could only eat dust, and possibly not for long before being left far behind.

”Everyone, stay alert, stay alert,” Xubo Cheng, having previously engaged in battles with the Han Army, had developed caution. Upon recognizing this situation, he immediately ordered. Although his performance in previous battles was indeed appalling, his throne had not been stripped away.

With Xubo Cheng’s reminder, the new generation of Hun People, having fought in Central Asia, became prepared. Then, Qui Fu spurred his horse, sparing no effort to catch up with the Northern Huns Guards ahead. Although the Military Spirit Legion required no special attention, lesser trouble would still be preferable.

”Here they come, they’re coming.” At this moment, Zhang Fei was extremely excited, swinging the Serpent Spear so vigorously that it even created the sound of air exploding. Li Tong instinctively distanced himself from Zhang Fei, estimating that even a light graze from such an attack could seriously injure him.

Looking at the hills now close at hand, to be honest, Zhao Yun hadn’t realized before; but upon arrival, he finally understood what Jia Xu had meant earlier. Actually, whether Zhang Fei and Huang Zhong were hidden made little difference. Upon reaching here, the Hun People’s previous performances would have made them wary.

Just as Zhao Yun led the Military Spirit Legion to the right turn alongside the hills, a loud shout echoed through the valley, ”Kill!”

”An utterly unremarkable ambush; it seems the Han Army’s capabilities are only this mediocre,” Huyan Chu sneered as he witnessed Zhang Fei charging out. If the ambush hadn’t shown itself, he might have been worried, but appearing in such a simple manner made Huyan Chu doubt the intelligence of the Han Army.

Like a ferocious tiger descending the mountain, Zhang Fei aggressively led five thousand Elite Cavalry in a charge obliquely towards the Northern Huns’ side defenses. Although it wasn’t a complete surprise attack against the opponent, the imposing momentum did apply pressure to the Northern Huns’ flanks.

On the other side, Huang Zhong charged out following Zhang Fei, laughing loudly as he brandished his sword. However, unlike Zhang Fei, he immediately drew his bowstring towards the Command Banner of the Northern Huns upon clearing the hills.

”Break it for me!” Huang Zhong’s Inner Qi, infused with the power of Ice Attribute, formed an arrow as he drew his bow.

Though in its initial state the arrow was still a virtual form of Inner Qi, upon entering the range shrouded by the opponent’s Cloud Qi, it instantly condensed into a Mist Arrow, finally transforming into an Ice Arrow, unpredictably severing Qui Fu’s Command Banner.

Simultaneously, an ice-blue brilliance bloomed around Huang Zhong, enveloping all the cavalry. The entire army’s momentum was magnificent, every weapon imbued with Huang Zhong’s Inner Qi effect, further extending the effect of solidifying the opponent’s Inner Qi.

This was Huang Zhong’s Legion Talent, where even ordinary elite soldiers could add a shackle to their opponent’s Inner Qi after a few exchanges. When these exchanges accumulate sufficiently, the Inner Qi would be entirely locked, rendering the opponent powerless to fight back.

This power could trap even those capable of Inner Qi Separation. If undetected, several hundred encounters could render one’s Inner Qi half-dead.

This Legion Talent of Huang Zhong’s is essentially a waste on insignificant foes, useless for assaults, but splendid against those equally matched. Anyone daring to drag out a fight with Huang Zhong would surely be exhausted to death.

After instantly breaking Qui Fu’s Command Banner, Qui Fu suddenly became furious. As the most outstanding Falcon Shooter of the Northern Huns, he prided himself that no one in the world could rival him in archery, and being provoked by Huang Zhong like this was intolerable.

”Die for me!” Qui Fu spurred his horse, leading his troops in a charge towards Huang Zhong. His unit, still undeterred by the loss of the Command Banner, launched an attack towards Huang Zhong.

As Qui Fu’s war horse reared up, three pale green arrows appeared between his four fingers as he drew an ethereal bowstring. As the horse’s hooves landed, the arrows turned into streams of light shooting towards Huang Zhong, the Han Army Command Banner, and the Han Army War Drum.

”Ha!” Huang Zhong chuckled; no one had competed with his archery for years. The last time probably being with Lyu Bu. He swiftly raised his bow without looking, only to see the three streaks of light hitting something and exploding into fireworks in the sky.

”Let me show you real arrow techniques.” Huang Zhong solemnly drew his bow.

This time there was neither Inner Qi nor arrows attached, yet several hundred paces away, Qui Fu—a target of Huang Zhong’s intangible bow—felt a sudden chill, and instantly, a hair-raising sensation erupted. Without a second thought, he drew his bow, shooting an arrow directly ahead.

”Bang!” The dark-green arrow exploded into fireworks after merely a dozen steps. Qui Fu immediately turned his head, with the wind from an arrow grazing his face, leaving a gash. Huang Zhong’s eyes narrowed, realizing he somewhat underestimated the opponent.

”All units, charge!” Qui Fu roared in anger, pulling his bow once more, ready to shoot Huang Zhong. However, the moment he raised his bow, he lowered it again; he couldn’t afford to lose such face, realizing even his much-vaunted archery was inferior.

Watching the opponent charge towards him, Huang Zhong coldly chuckled, lifting the Red Blood Knife and rushing forward towards Qui Fu. If you can’t match my archery, I guarantee your swordsmanship won’t match mine either, I assure you!