Medical and Martial God

Chapter 389: Chapter 389 My Knife, You’re Not Used to It

”What? Giving up already?” Huo Wu surveyed Black Bear and the other six, her fighting spirit still soaring. ”So what if he’s the Commander-in-Chief of the Allied Forces? So what if he’s stronger than us? Even if he’s the Jade Emperor himself, we have to carve a piece out of him with our very lives.”

These words reignited the fighting spirit of Black Bear and the other six. At the same time, a frenzied battle lust blazed in their eyes once more.

”Soldiers of Xuanse die on the charge! The words ’wait for death’ are not in our vocabulary!”

”I’ll trade this body of mine just to land one good slash on that bastard!”

”Listen up, you sons of bitches! My name is Han Yu! I may not have become your nightmare in this life, but I’ll be back to scare the shit out of you in the next! Remember my name!”

Facing Long Zhen, hundreds of Martial Artists, and the swelling tide of Allied Forces warriors, the sheer audacity of Huo Wu’s small team of eight earned the respect of every member of the Allied Forces present. If the roles were reversed, they knew they could never display such courage in the face of certain doom.

”Ants are always ants. No matter how grand your speeches, you’re still just ants,” Long Zhen said, looking down on them with contempt. He beckoned with a finger. ”Come on. You want to be heroes? I’ll grant you your wish!”

Huo Wu’s team of eight exchanged a look.

Huo Wu roared, ”No regrets for joining Xuanse in this life! We will be its people again in the next! Brothers, follow me to our deaths!”

”No regrets for joining Xuanse in this life! We will be its people again in the next!” all eight of them shouted in unison. Then, at the same instant, they charged toward Long Zhen like moths drawn to a flame.

”Die!” Black Bear bellowed. In that moment of impending death, he, who had been a Seventh Grade practitioner, broke through to become an Eighth Grade Grandmaster. He took the lead, his great saber surging with the entirety of his life’s power as he slashed toward Long Zhen’s head.

Huo Wu was right behind him, putting her full strength into a sword thrust aimed at Long Zhen’s left side. Their coordination was seamless.

Unfortunately, the other six were too weak. If they had also been Eighth Grade Grandmasters, the eight of them fighting together would have had the confidence to slay even a Great Grandmaster!

”An ant trying to shake a tree!” Long Zhen snorted in disdain. He easily dodged the combined attack from Huo Wu and Black Bear and sent them both flying five or six meters back with two casual kicks.

Just then, Fei Yan and the other five charged in. Long Zhen’s legs lashed out six times with lightning speed, kicking all of them away.

”He’s too strong!” Black Bear coughed up a mouthful of blood, unwilling to accept it. Huo Wu and the others could only manage bitter, helpless smiles. The gap in strength between them and Long Zhen was simply too vast. Even fighting with all their might, they couldn’t get close.

”We fight even if we can’t win!” Huo Wu shouted, pushing herself to her feet. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, gripped her sword, and charged at Long Zhen again.

Black Bear and the other six did the same, and once again, all eight were sent flying.

”Kill!”

They got up and charged again, only to be kicked away once more. They rose, charged, and were sent flying, over and over again.

The surrounding Martial Artists watching the spectacle felt their scalps tingle. They watched as Huo Wu’s team, now only able to stand by leaning on one another, continued to limp forward in their charge.

Their fearlessness in the face of death, their unyielding will, their relentless fighting spirit—it all sent a chill through the hearts of everyone present.

Is this what Xuanse soldiers are made of? If every soldier in Xuanse is like this, won’t every other nation in the world have to look up to this lion?

Finally, Huo Wu’s team of eight could no longer get to their feet! But even from the ground, they glared at Long Zhen with unwavering Killing Intent.

”Keep going. What’s wrong? Can’t stand up anymore?” Long Zhen taunted as he walked over to them.

”PTUI!” Black Bear spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto Long Zhen’s leg and roared with laughter. ”Haha, getting to piss you off before I die was worth it!”

”You’re courting death!” Long Zhen was enraged. He truly hadn’t expected Black Bear to spit on him. He stomped a foot down on Black Bear’s chest, raised the Battle Soul Blade, and said coldly, ”Since you’re begging to die, I’ll use you to christen my blade.”

”Bring it on!” Black Bear laughed. ”To die by the Battle Soul Blade is an honor!”

”Then die!” Long Zhen had lost all patience for toying with them. He took aim at Black Bear’s neck and swung the blade down.

Seeing this, Huo Wu and the others felt no sadness or grief. They even watched the scene unfold with smiles on their faces. Go on ahead, Black Bear. Your brothers will be right behind you!

However, just as the Battle Soul Blade was halfway through its arc, a chorus of terrified screams erupted from the surroundings. The sounds were faint but chaotic, seeming to come from far away.

”What happened?” Long Zhen stopped his blade mid-swing and asked with a frown. At that moment, a man ran over, his voice filled with panic. ”Commander-in-Chief, I’ve received calls from our commanders on all fronts! Thirty-six mysterious enemies have appeared around the camp!”

”Mysterious enemies?” Long Zhen was taken aback. ”What do they look like?”

The Caucasian man said, ”There are thirty-six of them, all clad in blood-red robes and wearing blood-colored skull masks. They wield Curved Sabers and move like ghosts. Corpses litter the ground wherever they pass, and no one can withstand a single one of their blows. They... they’re committing a massacre!”

After hearing the description, the expressions of Long Zhen and every other Martial Artist present changed drastically.

”The Blood Cloth Guards! Hahaha, it’s Huang Quan’s personal guard, the Blood Cloth Guards! Hahahaha, your doom has come!” Huo Wu laughed maniacally.

Black Bear and the others also began to laugh. Huang Quan hadn’t disappointed them. Even while facing a challenge from Ba Dao, he had still come for them!

”I can’t believe I overlooked those murderous bastards, the Blood Cloth Guards,” Long Zhen said, his face dark. ”Nobody panic! It’s only the Blood Cloth Guards; Huang Quan isn’t here. Relay my orders immediately: engage with full force! We must ensure the Blood Cloth Guards do not leave this place!”

”Yes, sir!” the man, a vice-commander, immediately took out his phone to issue the orders.

Long Zhen, meanwhile, turned to Huo Wu’s team with a sadistic sneer. ”You think you’re saved just because the Blood Cloth Guards are here? I’ll send you eight on your way first. Then I’ll personally kill the Blood Cloth Guards and send them along to keep you company.”

With that, he raised his blade to execute Black Bear. However, as he lifted the blade, he found he could not bring it down.

”What’s happening?” Long Zhen looked up at the Battle Soul Blade in his hand, his face a mask of shock. The blade was frozen in the air, unmoving no matter how much force he used.

Just then, a voice laced with a heaven-shattering Killing Intent drifted through the air. ”That’s my blade. You wouldn’t know how to wield it.”

The voice wasn’t loud, yet it was incredibly piercing, reaching the ears of everyone present. For a moment, it was as if they had heard a demonic whisper from the depths of Hell. Their faces turned pale, and their heads turned mechanically toward the source of the sound.

They saw a figure dressed in black, wearing the mask of a gruesome white specter, walking toward them as if taking a leisurely stroll through a garden.

Huang Quan!

The moment they saw Ye Xiu, the blood of everyone present—except for Huo Wu’s team—ran cold. On this sweltering summer night, they were overcome by a bone-chilling cold that made them shiver uncontrollably.