The splendor of the Red Chamber, the power that reigns supreme.

Chapter 170 Peak Showdown
Terrified by the sudden hellish scene, La Tou San watched as several ruffians and militiamen fell beside him, and his escape route was blocked by an iron wall. He cried out hoarsely, "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! We are the militiamen of the capital! We are all on the same side! It's a mistake! Stop! It's a misunderstanding—!"

Lord Shi roared, "Blind fools! This killing formation is specifically designed for us; how can you not know who we are!"

With a thunderous roar, the spear in his hand transformed into a ball of silver light, instantly deflecting several arrows that were being shot in this direction with a series of clangs!

He looked around and saw that his own troops had been completely scattered by the ruffians' chaos and the rain of arrows in the narrow valley, making it impossible for them to form an effective defensive circle.

Lord He's fifty riders pressed in slowly like a moving wall of bronze and iron. In this desperate situation, Lord Shi's eyes showed no despair, but instead ignited a fierce and violent aura belonging to a peerless general!

"Those who wish to live, block your escape route! I will capture the king!"

Lord Shi suddenly spurred his horse, and the steed reared up, its neighing tearing the fabric. Before the horse's neighing had ceased, he roared again, his voice like thunder splitting the sky, or like a mountain crashing down and shaking the earth.

"I, Shi Wengong of Huayin, am here! Who can stop me!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly spurred the horse's flanks with his legs: "Neigh—!"

The black horse beneath him seemed to sense its master's overwhelming fighting spirit, letting out a piercing neigh. Its four hooves left the ground, and instead of retreating, it charged forward, riding alone towards the main force of Lord He's fifty riders, which were slowly advancing with imposing momentum!
One man charging at dozens of riders?

Regardless of whether they were friend or foe, everyone who witnessed this scene had this absurd and horrifying thought flash through their minds in an instant!

However, what happened next made everyone's hearts almost stop beating!
Shi Wengong moved as one with his horse, so fast that he left only a blur behind him!
Facing the forest of spears thrusting horizontally towards him, the steel-plated spear in his hand seemed to come alive!
Several feet away from the tip of He Jun's arrowhead formation, Shi Wengong's spear moved like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, striking left and right with unparalleled precision! Two piercing clangs of metal rang out, and the tips of the lances held by the two leading cavalrymen were instantly knocked away!

The immense force caused the two cavalrymen's hands to split open, their lances to slip from their hands, and their entire bodies to be thrown backward on their horses!
He charged into the enemy lines alone, his spear flashing like a poisonous dragon probing the sea!

Three knights charged forward with their lances, but Hanxing struck their throats three times with three sharp points—"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The spear tip pierced his throat, and a jet of blood shot out three feet from the back of his neck!

Before the corpse fell, the spear shaft, like a python turning over, used the momentum of the black horse to crash directly into the slightly chaotic front of the formation!
Shi Wengong twisted his waist and turned his spear from a point to a sweep, delivering a powerful and heavy "sweeping through a thousand troops" move!
The spear shaft slammed into the breastplate of a cavalryman on the left with a piercing whistling sound!
"Crack!" A tooth-grinding sound of bone breaking rang out. The cavalryman, armor and all, was thrown off his saddle and flew into the air, spitting out blood as he knocked down two other riders!

Four riders on the right attacked in alarm and fury, their four lances snapping at him like venomous snakes.

Shi Wengong did not parry; instead, his steel spear, like a poisonous tongue, suddenly shot back, striking first despite being behind.
A sharp glint of cold light pierced the cavalryman's throat with pinpoint accuracy, and with a soft "pfft," a mixture of red and white substances instantly spurted from the back of his neck!

With a flick of the spear, the corpse was sent flying into the air by the force of the spear, crashing into the two riders on the flanks!
Taking advantage of the opening, the copper hammer at the end of the spearhead slammed back like a meteor, "Bang!" knocking another rider off his horse.

Shi Wengong didn't stop at all; his gun moved with him, and his men were like a red-hot dagger piercing solidified butter!
His marksmanship had reached a state of perfection.

The spear tips rained down like raindrops, specifically targeting the weakest points in armor such as the eyes, throat, and wrists; those hit would die instantly!
The spear shaft swept across like a steel whip, striking the horse's legs and ribs, the sounds of bones breaking and tendons snapping were deafening!
He gripped his spear tightly and thrust it backward, shoving a cavalryman who was trying to sneak up from the side and rear off his horse! With each thrust of his spear, a man would fall from his horse, either dead or wounded.

Every shot sweeps across, wiping out an entire area!
Relying solely on his two legs, he possessed extraordinary horsemanship, maneuvering and dodging through narrow gaps between men and horses without diminishing his speed in the slightest!
His horsemanship was truly unmatched!
This seemingly impenetrable formation of fifty riders was actually torn open by him alone on horseback, leaving a bloody passage!

Wherever they went, men and horses fell!

Lord He's elite cavalry were like paper figures in front of him!

"Stop him! Stop him quickly!" Lord He in the ranks was a seasoned veteran with keen insight. This man was so brave and skilled that he could not compare to him, who had been retired at home for many years!
Let alone now, even if he were in his prime, he probably wouldn't last more than a few moves against someone like this. His voice changed as he roared, filled with undisguised panic!
More spears came slamming in, and the archers, disregarding friendly fire, unleashed a furious barrage of arrows!

But Shi Wengong's spear shadows had already formed an impenetrable silver light barrier around him, deflecting arrows and parrying spears!

"Kill—!!!" Shi Wengong roared, shaking the valley. He was covered in blood and his killing intent soared to the sky!
Like a god of death, he went against the current amidst flying blood and flesh, his target aimed directly at Lord He behind the formation!
With a squeeze of his legs, he charged forward with even greater force, and was now less than thirty paces away from Lord He!
The He army cavalrymen blocking his way looked into those eyes that seemed to burn with hellfire, and felt the terrifying killing intent that was almost suffocating them. They were all terrified!

Some instinctively reined in their horses to avoid him, while others' weapons trembled! Fifty elite cavalrymen were thrown into disarray and forced into retreat! One man had pierced through the formation of fifty cavalrymen!
"My lord's power!!!"

"Kill them! Block those behind! Clear the way for the lord!"

Behind Shi Wengong, whether they were well-trained militiamen or terrified ruffians, witnessing this unbelievable scene that seemed like a god descending to earth, their blood, which had been frozen by fear, instantly boiled!
A surge of fanatical, almost blind courage exploded from the depths of my heart!

The third bald man's eyes turned red as he roared, "Fight our godfather out! Hold off those behind us! Don't let them go to rescue that guy surnamed He!"

The team, which was on the verge of collapse, was inspired by Shi Wengong's incredible charge and suddenly unleashed astonishing fighting power!
Instead of trying to form a battle formation, they charged wildly at the cavalry behind them, who were trying to split their forces from Zhao Si, Qian Wu, and Sun Qi's teams to support Lord He, driven by their ignited ferocity!
Form small fighting groups and fight to the death!
For a time, He Jun, who was blocking the rear, was tightly entangled by this sudden counterattack that turned from despair to madness, making it difficult to quickly reinforce the front!
The few remaining guards around him were even paler than before, their palms sweating profusely as they gripped their weapons!
Shi Wengong's spear tip seemed to have already touched their throats, and drops of blood dripping from the spear tip had already splashed onto his cheek guards.

Lord He sat upright on his horse, the cold and satisfied smile on his face long gone.

He watched as the black figure, covered in blood yet exuding an even stronger killing intent, swept through his elite cavalry as if they were nothing, charging towards him at breakneck speed. A trace of indescribable horror flashed deep in his eyes!

His face was deathly pale!

Even the steed beneath him was so startled that it took three steps back, its iron hooves, as big as bowls, plowing deep furrows in the mud.

The spear arrived in an instant!

All that remained in Shi Wengong's eyes was Lord He's horrified face!
Thirty paces were covered in an instant by the charge of his magnificent black horse!
The tip of the steel-plated spear, imbued with unparalleled killing intent, tore through the air and aimed straight for Lord He's throat!

This shot, swift as lightning and ruthless as a poisonous dragon, embodied the essence of his life's martial arts skills and was the only way out in this desperate situation!
The cold glint in Lord He's pupils widened rapidly; he could even feel the icy sting of the spear tip! His personal guards had no time to react!

A close call!
"You scoundrel! Take this knife from me!" A thunderous roar rose from the ground, making everyone's ears ring and their hearts tremble!
"Whoosh—!" A heavy, thick steel snowflake-shaped broadsword appeared, its blade as wide as a door panel, its edge gleaming white, reflecting the sun with a chilling, blinding light!
The knife, accompanied by a gust of evil wind, tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, just like a red-hot iron in a blacksmith's shop being quenched in cold water. With a "sizzle," it slashed down from the side of Lord He!
Shedding the deadly black demon!

"Clang! C ...

The sound waves exploded like thunder in the valley, making people's teeth ache and their chests feel tight!
Sparks crackled and popped as the swords and spears clashed, just like molten iron splashing from a blacksmith's furnace! They flew everywhere, scorching the air and giving it a slightly burnt smell!

Shi Wengong's spear, which was full of determination and concentrated all his strength, was cunning and ruthless. It looked like it was about to pierce right through, but it was blocked by the sudden appearance of the Swift Wind Great Blade!
The spear tip grazed the blade's spine, leaving a trail of piercing gold flecks!

An overwhelming force surged up the steel spear shaft with a "whoosh"! The impact sent a shiver through Shi Wengong's iron-like arms, causing the muscles in his arms to twitch wildly.

Even the battle-hardened black horse beneath him was pulled sideways by the immense force, its four hooves digging into the ground and stirring up a patch of loose soil!
Shi Wengong's heart skipped a beat, as if struck by a heavy hammer! What kind of killer was this? How could he possibly withstand such a monument-shattering spear from someone like him?!

He suddenly looked up and saw a magnificent yellow horse that had swept in like a whirlwind, standing between him and the terrified Lord He!

Immediately following was a burly man, easily over eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a powerful build—a true brute! His face was a weathered purplish-brown, glistening with sweat. His pair of round eyes, wide and piercing, shone with a sharp light, like two glowing embers, burning intensely!

It was the man he had noticed at the city gate!

Before anyone knew it, the man had taken off his outer coat, leaving him in only an open, sleeveless black cloth vest. His rough, hard muscles bulged out, and oily sweat trickled down the grooves of his bronze-colored skin, glistening in the sunlight.

Those two arms, with their muscles twisted and coiled, and veins bulging like earthworms, looked just like two angry, wicked dragons coiled on the iron pillar!

The large iron broadsword in his hand had a thick back and a wide blade. Its gleaming edge shone with a chilling light, and a bloodthirsty aura emanated from it, making one shudder!
If it wasn't Wu Song, then who was it?!
"Lord He, retreat at once!" Wu Song's voice boomed like thunder as he shouted at Lord He, whose face had turned deathly pale.

A pair of fiery eyes seemed to have taken root, fixed firmly on Shi Wengong! The fighting spirit in those eyes burned fiercely, almost setting him on fire!
He had been watching the battle from the flank and saw Shi Wengong move through the enemy lines as if they were nothing, his spear cutting a line through the enemy lines like a ferocious demon, and he was about to take the commander's life!

In a moment of desperation, he spurred his horse and charged forward like a yellow lightning bolt, narrowly snatching Lord He back from the brink of death!

"What a fierce and stubborn man! State your name!" Although Shi Wengong was surprised, he remained calm in the slightest.

Seeing that Lord He was so frightened that he had fled back to the caravan with his horse, his eyes gleamed even more fiercely, like a hungry wolf that had seen blood!
With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the steel-tipped spear hummed, twirling into a gleaming, bowl-sized arc, like a venomous snake raising its head and flicking its tongue, demanding a sharp rebuke. Anyone capable of withstanding his full-force spear thrust was no ordinary foe!
"I am—Wu Song of Qinghe!" Wu Song's voice boomed like a bell, showing no fear. Before he finished speaking, he had already moved! He knew that Shi Wengong's spear skills were divine and his speed was like a ghost. He could not give up the initiative!
The yellow horse seemed to sense something and suddenly leaped forward! Taking advantage of this powerful momentum, Wu Song's arm muscles bulged and swelled like iron lumps, his blood surging!
He swung the heavy iron scythe in a wide arc, creating a shrill, ear-piercing sound as it sliced ​​through the air. The blade, like a pale crescent moon, carried the ferocious power to split mountains and cleave rivers, and came crashing down on Shi Wengong's skull!
The wind from the blade was fierce, causing the strands of hair at Shi Wengong's temples to fly backward!

"Well done!" Shi Wengong roared, advancing instead of retreating! He controlled the horse with ease, and the horse, as if guided by its own will, instantly accelerated forward!
The spear in his hand seemed to have come to life. The tip of the spear trembled slightly, but instead of parrying or blocking, it struck like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, striking first despite being behind. With a "whoosh," it carried a deadly cold star and viciously and cunningly aimed directly at the wrist pulse point of Wu Song, who was holding the knife!
He actually used offense as defense, forcing Wu Song to withdraw his moves to save himself!
Wu Song's sword strike was incredibly fierce and powerful; once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. However, seeing that the opponent's spear tip was like a leech, striking first even though he was behind, and aiming straight for vital points, he had no choice but to suddenly lower his wrist, forcefully changing his chopping stance into a slicing stance!

The gleaming blade whistled as it slashed diagonally towards the middle of Shi Wengong's spear shaft! Where the blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart!
As Shi Wengong saw the blade coming, he flicked his wrist as lightly as if plucking a flower, and the steel spear shaft, like a lively snake, slid along the spine of the blade with a "whoosh," skillfully deflecting the immense force!
In the blink of an eye, he twisted his waist and hips on horseback and used the momentum to fire a shot, the deadly "Poison Dragon Emerges from Cave"!
But then, the tip of the 18-foot-long steel spear, with a "whoosh," transformed into a deadly, cold star, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aimed straight at Wu Song's heart!

This move was so fast it made people dizzy, so ruthless it was terrifying, and so accurate it didn't deviate at all!

"Hey!" Wu Song's eyes widened in fury, his pupils bloodshot, and a thunderous roar exploded from his throat!

The iron dagger seemed to come alive in his hands. Before the blade's momentum was over, it suddenly spun and rolled back, the thick back of the blade carrying a gust of evil wind. With a "whoosh," it slammed into that cold star!

"Clang—!" Another deafening sound that made your teeth ache! Sparks crackled and flew everywhere, and a scorching heat hit you, choking your nostrils!
The two weapons separated in an instant! The manes of the two warhorses bristled, and they neighed as they passed each other, their iron hooves churning up the loose soil and billowing dust!

In the blink of an eye, the two heroes were locked in a fierce battle!
Wu Song's sword was heavy and powerful, truly possessing the ferocity to split mountains and sever rivers! Each strike was accompanied by a howling wind, as fast as thunder, and as flashing as a bolt of lightning, all aimed at Shi Wengong's upper and middle limbs!

The steel scythe swung wildly, flashing with light, creating a whirlwind of steel that made the surrounding air howl!
Although he was not used to fighting on horseback, the fierce courage that came from his very bones, mixed with the divine power to split stone tablets, was enough to frighten even ghosts and gods!
Then look at Shi Wengong, he truly reveals his fierce nature as "invincible in mounted combat"! The steel-tipped spear in his hand seems to have a soul, its exquisite skill reaching a state of perfection!

The gun sometimes flicked like a snake's tongue, its tip trembling wildly, cunning and vicious, specifically targeting vital points like the throat, heart, and waist to deliver a fatal blow.

At times, it was like a poisonous dragon turning over, with spear shadows flying everywhere, layer upon layer, enveloping all of Wu Song's vital points.

Suddenly, the situation changed, like a torrential rain beating down on pear blossoms. The dense, cold stars seemed to be everywhere, relentlessly striking Wu Song's face, chest, and heart, making it hard for him to breathe!

Moreover, his horsemanship was superb, and he and his horse were as one!
That black steed, with its four hooves darting about, was as agile as a cat. It could dodge Wu Song's mountain-splitting blade with the slightest chance, while simultaneously delivering the deadly spear to the most cunning and deadly spot!
The coordination between man and horse is simply unbelievable!
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang...!" The sounds of metal clashing were rapid and frequent, like coins frying in a pot of oil, creating a continuous cacophony! Sparks crackled and popped, like fireworks blooming on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, exploding and scattering around the two of them!
A strong wind whipped up yellow dust from the ground, creating a misty atmosphere!
Such an astonishing battle left Lord He's personal guards and the soldiers from both sides fighting in the distance completely dumbfounded, their souls nearly leaving their bodies!
For a moment, they all forgot about their own life-or-death struggle. Hundreds of gazes were drawn to the two swirling storms in the arena as if by a magnet!

Wu Song had already unleashed his tiger-like strength and reckless courage to the fullest extent!
With the immense weight of the iron-clad dagger and his own beast-like, astonishing reflexes, he clenched his teeth, his muscles bulging, and managed to withstand several deadly attacks from Shi Wengong, which came down like a storm!
He roared repeatedly, like a wounded tiger, his blade flashing like a bolt of lightning, narrowly deflecting the spear tip that was about to pierce his vitals several times! However, mounted combat was ultimately not his forte!

After fighting for more than ten rounds, a cold glint suddenly flashed in Shi Wengong's eyes, like a venomous snake locking onto its prey! He seized the fleeting opening when Wu Song's slash missed, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to be generated!

"Take this!" A short, chilling shout rang out, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue!
The deadly spear, with a "whoosh," traced an unpredictable arc, like a venomous dragon's tail, gliding past the edge of Wu Song's hastily defending blade! The spear tip, carrying a bone-chilling cold, viciously aimed straight for the area below Wu Song's right shoulder blade.

Wu Song suddenly felt a bone-chilling wind rushing towards his shoulder blades, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints!

A deadly chill instantly gripped my heart! At this moment, it was extremely difficult to completely dodge or block!

In life-or-death situations, it all comes down to those tiger-like bones and fighting instincts!

With a sudden twist of his waist and hip muscles like lumps of iron, his entire muscular body twisted to the side, while the heavy dagger whistled back, trying to deflect the deadly spear tip a little!
"Swoosh—!" A teeth-grinding sound of tearing cloth rang out! The cold tip of the spear grazed Wu Song's sweaty right shoulder!
The sharp energy, sharper than a blade, tore through the flesh, leaving a trail of scarlet blood like splashed cinnabar! A deep, gruesome bloodstain, revealing bone, instantly rolled open, skin torn open, flesh and tendons mangled!
"Ugh—!" A sharp pain, like a venomous snake bite, made Wu Song groan, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and the veins on his forehead bulging! The strength in his right arm immediately vanished, and the heavy dagger he was wielding also faltered!
How could a seasoned veteran like Shi Wengong miss such a golden opportunity?
His eyes flashed with ferocity, and with a shout of "Hey!", his gun not only didn't retract, but instead pressed forward like a venomous snake!

With a flick of the wrist, the tip of the steel spear hummed, instantly unleashing a massive, shimmering, and elusive display of spear flowers, like a swarm of bees, its true nature indistinguishable from reality. It rained down on Wu Song, aiming directly at his face and several vital points in his chest and abdomen! Taking advantage of Wu Song's injuries and sluggish movements, the spear was intended to utterly kill him within this deadly shadow of spear fire! Its ruthlessness was chilling!

Wu Song's right shoulder was in excruciating pain, and half of his arm felt like it didn't belong to him anymore, making it difficult for him to perform his swordsmanship smoothly and effortlessly.

Faced with this unpredictable and relentless barrage of deadly spears, he felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe! He could only grit his teeth and wield the dagger like a windmill, impenetrable to water, desperately protecting his vital points.

Even so, amidst the flashing blades and clashing spears, danger lurked everywhere, and he was nearly struck by the venomous spear tip several times!

Under Shi Wengong's unparalleled horsemanship and spear skills, even Wu Song, the tiger slayer, finally showed signs of weakness and was firmly suppressed!

Within the caravan.

Ximen Da Guanren was extremely anxious!
Seeing Shi Wengong charging through the enemy lines single-handedly as if they were nothing, even wounding a fierce warrior like Wu Song, and on the verge of defeat, he could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed Dai'an, who was pale as a ghost and trembling like a leaf beside him:

"You scoundrel! Are those people you hired even reliable?!"

Dai'an's face was contorted with grief, his voice trembling with sobs, as if his parents had died: "Father...Father, please calm down! I...I didn't know either!"

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead like soybeans, and his lips trembled as he said, "That...that dosage, I repeatedly told him to use less, because I was afraid...I was afraid these beasts would give up and reveal their secret after running only a few miles!"

"Who would have thought...who would have thought that this Shi fellow would be so ruthless? After fighting for half a day, with swords flashing and blood splattering, these beasts...why aren't these beasts falling yet!"

As he spoke, he stole glances at Shi Wengong, who looked like a demon from hell on horseback in the distance.

Just as Dai'an finished speaking, her voice trembling with tears!
A sudden change occurred!

The exceptionally fine, glossy black horse beneath Shi Wengong suddenly let out a low, mournful neigh:
"Hissing sound—woo!"

The horse's head, which had been held high, suddenly drooped down as if its tendons had been pulled out!

Its forelegs suddenly buckled, and with a muffled "thud," it crashed heavily onto the yellow earth like half a wall had collapsed!
The immense inertia carried Shi Wengong, who was fiercely stabbing from horseback, forward like a thrown sack, causing him to stumble and fall!
If it weren't for his superb horsemanship and extremely fast reflexes, allowing him to firmly grip the saddle with one hand, he would have been thrown off!
The black horse convulsed in pain, and large clumps of foul-smelling white foam, mixed with unchewed hay residue, uncontrollably gushed from its mouth, dripping onto the ground in a sticky, filthy mess!
Shi Wengong was shocked!
His reaction was incredibly fast! The instant his mount's forelegs buckled, he suddenly drew up a breath of true energy from his dantian, and his abdominal muscles tightened like iron chains, pinning his body firmly to the saddle!
At the same time, the steel-tipped spear in his hand transformed into a bolt of lightning, and with a clang, it slammed into the hard stone ground beneath his feet!
The spear tip rubbed violently against the stubborn rock, sending up a trail of blinding sparks! With that very force, it actually stopped the forward momentum!

In the blink of an eye, Shi Wengong realized he had been tricked! A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his spear, he darted out like a ghost, rushing straight toward an enemy horse that was pawing at its hooves in panic not far away!

Wu Song, who was struggling to defend himself and was in grave danger, was also taken aback by this sudden turn of events. However, his fighting instinct, which was ingrained in his bones, made him seize the fleeting opening like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey!

He knew that Shi Wengong's spear skills on horseback were divine, and to allow him to mount again now would be tantamount to letting a tiger return to the mountains! Only on foot could they truly show their might!

In a flash, Wu Song yanked the reins! His yellow horse, in pain, let out a long neigh, reared up on its hind legs, and stood on its hind legs!

In the instant the horse reared up, Wu Song kicked the stirrups hard with both feet! The kick was so powerful that it knocked the magnificent yellow horse to the side!

At the same time, using the force of the fierce kick, he burst off the horse like a mad tiger descending the mountain, rushing straight at the empty horse!
While suspended in mid-air, Wu Song let out a "Hey!" and his right arm muscles bulged like a dragon. He clenched his fist, which was as big as a bowl, and with a fierce gust of wind that could smash a city gate, he slammed it hard into the side of the empty horse's neck!

"Bang—crack!" A muffled sound that sent chills down one's spine was mixed with the chilling crack of bones breaking! The head of that rather strong warhorse was violently bent to the side by this punch containing the divine power to split rocks!
With a short, shrill cry, like a broken gong, its massive body crashed to the ground like a felled tree! Its hooves twitched a few times, and blood gushed from its mouth and nose; it was clear it was going to die!

One punch kills a horse!
This incredibly violent and inhuman scene horrified everyone who witnessed it, whether they were He's personal guards or Shi Wengong's remaining troops whose horses had been struck and fallen to the ground. They all gasped, their scalps tingled, and a chill ran down their spines!

This...this is no longer human! It's clearly a ferocious beast in human skin!
Wu Song landed steadily with a thud, crashing right between Shi Wengong and the dead horse's carcass, blocking Shi Wengong's path to seize the horse like an iron tower!
Without even glancing at the still convulsing horse carcass, his bloodshot eyes, like those of a hungry tiger eyeing its prey, were fixed on Shi Wengong, who was just a few feet away and swaying slightly! The ferocity in his gaze was almost tangible!
"Clang—!" A piercing metallic scraping sound tore through the air!
Wu Song, without looking back, flung the heavy, blood-soaked steel snowflake broadsword backward as if it were a fire poker!
The dagger spun and flew out with a whoosh, embedding itself deeply into the thick trunk of an old tree with a muffled "thud." The blade continued to vibrate and hum, shaking off a few withered leaves!

"Crush, crush, crush...!" Wu Song grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth, and let out a blood-stained laugh that sounded like the cry of a night owl!
He twisted his thick neck forcefully, making a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds from his knuckles, and clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked like popping beans!
A terrifying aura, even more ferocious, primal, and chilling than the previous horse battle, erupted from his muscular body like an invisible shackle, firmly enveloping Shi Wengong!
"Shi Wengong!" Wu Song's voice rolled across the loess earth like muffled thunder, carrying boundless, boiling fighting spirit and an almost cruel pleasure, "You're tough on horseback! Now—"

He grinned maliciously, took a heavy step forward, kicking up a little dust beneath his feet, and said, "It's my turn to—show off my skills!"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Song stomped his foot hard! A shallow pit was created in the hard ground!
He was like a madman possessed, transforming into a violent hurricane filled with the stench of blood!
With both fists pounding, he viciously lunged at Shi Wengong, who had just regained his footing and whose spear was still not properly adjusted!

First punch: Tiger Roar!

Wu Song's right arm muscles bulged like iron, and his fist, as big as a bowl, was wrapped in a fierce wind that tore through the air, like a large wooden beam used in siege warfare, and went straight for Shi Wengong's chest and abdomen!
This is nothing like being restricted on horseback, where one's skills in splitting rocks and shattering stones have been stifled for so long! Now, with feet firmly planted on the earth, the borrowed strength is like a river flowing backward, unstoppable!
Shi Wengong's eyes narrowed suddenly, realizing something was wrong! He swiftly thrust his spear downwards, like a thick iron bolt blocking the door of a blacksmith's shop, firmly positioned in front of his chest!

A deep, thunderous thud resounded, like the beating of a cowhide war drum!

Shi Wengong felt a tremendous force, like a landslide or tsunami, crashing down on the gun barrel. It made his arms feel numb and tingling, as if his internal organs had shifted, and his blood surged up to his throat!

He could no longer stand firmly on his feet and stumbled back three steps, each step leaving a deep crater in the ground! The steel spear shaft trembled violently, almost slipping out of his grasp!

Second punch: Crack the stone!

Having gained the upper hand, Wu Song was not about to let anyone off the hook. His left fist followed immediately, like a giant axe swung in full swing, carrying a fierce wind as it swept across Shi Wengong's right arm, which was tightly gripping the spear shaft! If this blow landed, it would surely shatter your arm bones!
Shi Wengong was terrified. He hurriedly lowered his shoulders and elbows, and forcefully swung the spear upwards at an angle, trying to deflect the deadly punch!

"Clang—!" The fist grazed the cold shaft of the spear. Shi Wengong felt as if he had been hit hard in the right arm. The pain was excruciating. The spear was forced off course, and his chest was instantly wide open!

The third punch, the fourth punch! Wu Song's fists completely transformed into two wildly dancing storms of death! The wind from the punches howled, stinging people's faces, and invisible qi surged and overflowed!
His footwork was like a ghost, sticking tightly to Shi Wengong, giving him no chance to catch his breath or create distance! In this close-quarters combat, the power of that spear was reduced by ninety-nine percent!

His fists flew like meteors, specifically targeting Shi Wengong's wrists and elbows—the vital joints where he held the gun.

The fist was like a heavy cannon, viciously striking Shi Wengong's heart and ribs—his vital points!
The fist was like an iron awl, fiercely chiseling at Shi Wengong's kneecaps, tibias, and other supporting structures!
Shi Wengong went all out, unleashing his most treasured spear skills to the fullest! In his hands, the spear sometimes transformed into a short stick to block and parry, sometimes into a shield to deflect attacks from the left and right, and sometimes like a viper spitting its tongue, seeking an opening to strike Wu Song's vital points!

Alas! Wu Song's strength was too overwhelming! His punches were incredibly fast!
That ferocious, suicidal aura was so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe! Every time Shi Wengong parried, it was as if he was being rammed by a mad bull, his arm bones felt like they were about to break.

Every dodge was a close call, the heavy wind from the punch grazing his cheek like a dull knife cutting into his flesh!
Eleventh punch! Wu Song roared like thunder, his right fist feinting as if to smash Shi Wengong's face! Shi Wengong instinctively parried upwards with his spear!

Fell into a trap!
Wu Song's left fist, as big as a bowl, was like a venomous dragon that had been lying dormant for a long time. It was a vicious and ruthless uppercut that came from below and was accompanied by a vicious wind. It was aimed straight at Shi Wengong's jawbone!

Shi Wengong was terrified! In such a hurry, he had no time to change his move. He could only concentrate all his strength into his arms and desperately press the spear shaft downwards, trying to block this deadly blow!
The twelfth punch! The true killing move is now revealed!

Wu Song's vicious uppercut was just a feint to lure the snake out of its hole!
His waist and hips twisted violently like a taut bow, and his whole body crackled with a series of sharp sounds. His pent-up anger, frustration, and the power to shake mountains instantly poured into his right shoulder, right arm, and even the entire right half of his body!

A deadly strike that embodied all his ferocity, named "Mountain-Pulling Lean"!

He was like a maddened, savage elephant, or a collapsing, massive gate, carrying terrifying, destructive power. With his steel-like right side, he slammed into the middle of Shi Wengong's hastily lowered spear shaft!

"Crack—Bang!" A terrifying, explosive sound, like snapping a perfectly ripe lotus root!
The 12-foot-long spear shaft, forged from the finest iron and incredibly tough, was bent and snapped in two like rotten wood by Wu Song's earth-shattering impact!
The twisted half of the gun barrel spun into the air with a mournful wailing sound!

"Pfft—!" Shi Wengong felt as if he had been hit by a ten-thousand-pound hammer!

The terrifying force from the broken gun did not diminish at all; like a flood bursting its banks, it slammed heavily into his chest!

A sudden sweetness rose in his throat, and a mouthful of scalding, bubbly, foul blood gushed out like a fountain, blooming into a blinding crimson in the dust!

Before my eyes, stars flashed and drums rang in my ears! I was like a tattered kite with its string cut, or a piece of rotten wood being swept away by a giant wave, flying backward through the air and crashing heavily onto the yellow earth several feet away!

"Die—!" Wu Song's eyes were bloodshot, and his killing intent was boiling! How could this killing star let go of such a golden opportunity to take a life?
It was at that critical juncture, when life and death were decided!

"Wu Dingtou—Spare his life! The master wants him to live! Capture him alive!"

In the distance, everyone in the caravan shouted in unison.

The high-ranking official, who had been observing from the sidelines, saw that Shi Wengong was about to die and quickly ordered everyone to shout in unison.

Wu Song's iron fist, imbued with the power to shatter stone tablets, was less than half a foot away from Shi Wengong's temple!
The violent force of the punch had actually pressed a dent into the pale skin of Shi Wengong's temple!

In Shi Wengong's pupils, the ever-growing fist was the death warrant from Yama! A final, intense resentment and despair flashed in his eyes!

Between lightning and flint!

Wu Song's muscles, bulging like dragons, were about to burst forth with power, but he used his superhuman willpower to forcefully pull them back!

Like a taut bowstring suddenly released, the backlash caused his own blood and qi to surge!
That deadly punch, powerful enough to smash a head into a watermelon, suddenly changed its move just inches from Shi Wengong's head! His five fingers, like hooks, suddenly spread wide!

Turn your fist into a claw!

Each of his five fingers was like a tiger's claw forged from refined steel, tearing through the air with a sharp, tearing sound like ripping cloth, and like a viper spitting its tongue, he precisely grabbed Shi Wengong's vulnerable throat!

"Ugh—ha!" Shi Wengong felt as if his throat was being tightly constricted by a red-hot iron band! A metallic sweetness instantly rushed to the back of his tongue, and the feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him like an icy tide!

Having succeeded in his first move, Wu Song's ferocity intensified! Using the lingering force of his charge, the muscles in his arms bulged, and as if swinging a sack of chaff, he slammed it downwards!
"Boom—Thud!" Shi Wengong was slammed hard onto the cold, hard yellow earth by Wu Song, like a tattered sack! Dust mixed with grass clippings shot into the sky!

The enormous impact seemed to displace his internal organs, and he could no longer hold his throat. With a "whoosh," he spat out another mouthful of hot, foul blood, which splattered onto Wu Song's trouser legs. He was completely limp and unable to move an inch!
Wu Song stomped heavily on Shi Wengong's chest with one big foot, pinning him down firmly!
He then abruptly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes like those of a predatory tiger, sweeping over the stunned remnants of both sides in the distance, and roared in a voice as sharp as tearing silk:
"Hey! You bunch of scoundrels—do you even recognize Grandpa Wu Er from Qinghe County?!"

Not to mention those who didn't recognize them before, even the blind and deaf can recognize them clearly now!

"Clang! Clang! Thud..." A series of chaotic and ear-piercing sounds of metal colliding and falling to the ground suddenly rang out!
thump! thump! thump……

A huge, dark mass of people knelt down!

"General...the general has been captured!"

"Grandpa, spare us! We...we surrender!"

"I surrender! I surrender! Please spare my life, Your Excellency!"

The army collapsed like a house of cards, their commander was captured, and these remnants of the army had no choice but to surrender.

(End of this chapter)