Chapter 114: Chapter 106: A Fortress of One

Wielding the heavy great saber in his hand, Du Chengfeng wantonly reaped the lives of those prairie warriors.

The heavy great saber in his hand was still somewhat dissatisfied, the reason being that Du Chengfeng hadn’t used it for slaughtering pigs before—though there wasn’t much he could do about it. At the time he had casually picked whatever was handy, naturally forgetting to consider the great saber’s feelings.

So he needed to kill some more, at least make this great saber enjoy its fill of killing.

"Your turn."

With a grip, a blazing fire blade extending five zhang long spread out.

Hoisting this ridiculously long fire blade, Du Chengfeng galloped past the prairie warriors without needing to make any moves. The blazing fire blade cleaved through their bodies, slicing them in half.

The warhorse traversed three streets, leaving a hundred prairie warriors dead.

Such was the killing efficiency after releasing the Evil Qi.

"Just as easy as mowing grass..."

Even on horseback, Du Chengfeng could lose his focus, only because this level of combat was too easy for him now—once thoroughly familiar with the sensation of releasing Evil Qi, battling ordinary people held no challenge for him. Although he once might have had to chase after and cut them down one by one, now it became a leisure activity accomplished with casual sword swings.

Of course, leisure is leisure; he was still serious about reaping lives since not all prairie warriors were pushovers.

Like right now.

"Ha!"

Facing the incoming blazing fire blade, an Armored Hu General let out a loud shout, swinging a mace in hand and stirring up a bloody storm!

That bloody storm clashed head-on with the blazing fire blade, and the two forces were momentarily deadlocked!

"Yo!"

Du Chengfeng’s eyes lit up.

It turned out to be another warrior adept in releasing Evil Qi!

"Southern brat! Accept your fate!"

Shouting incoherently, the Armored Hu General galloped forward, intending to duel with Du Chengfeng for three hundred rounds!

"Bring it on!"

Seeing the Armored Hu General swing the mace, Du Chengfeng raised his right arm, lifting the great saber high!

Immediately, the Rectangular Sword in his left hand flew out.

"What..."

Seeing an object flying towards him, the Armored Hu General tried to swing the mace to deflect it.

But who would have thought, the bloody storm, previously matching the blazing fire blade, was instantly shattered by the Rectangular Sword.

With a "bang", the once invincible Armored Hu General had his skull burst open by the heavy blade — and as the blazing fire blade flashed past, not even his head remained, leaving only a headless corpse among the fallen.

"Thanks."

With a deft maneuver, Du Chengfeng picked up the Rectangular Sword from the ground. Not quite satisfied, he even delivered another fiery blow to the Armored Hu General’s neck.

Still remembering that man named Xiang Rong, who could deduce a weapon’s history from blade marks — this meant that inversely, deducing the weapon from marks was something Xiang Rong might be able to do as well.

If the weapon could be destroyed, so be it; the more it’s hidden, the better.

After all, the Rectangular Sword was just too useful.

Unlike those Du Chengfeng encountered, leaning towards releasing Evil Qi for strange attacks, this weapon of Old Ruan was inward — the result of which made the sword as formidable as Ruan Shantao’s name, as solid as a mountainous wave.

No special techniques needed, just smash it down like Old Ruan’s known for in his younger days — break the weapon with the first smash and shatter bones with the second.

For Du Chengfeng, as the fortunate student of Old Ruan, he naturally advanced to surpass, combining the two strikes into one.

From his own trials, many new learners of releasing Evil Qi were quite confident, using it to ward off attacks like it was part of their weapon — yet from Du Chengfeng’s tests, Evil Qi and true weapons had different attributes, as seen when the Armored Hu General failed to block with his mace, leading to his shattered skull.

Evil Qi is part of a weapon, and so is the skull part of the bones; Du Chengfeng’s Bone-breaking Sword destroys the Qi and crushes skulls, a true transmission from Old Ruan.

Though this move isn’t without issues.

At least he still needed to kill more prairie warriors to placate the heavy great saber in his hand.

"Buzz—"

Perhaps displaying dissatisfaction at stolen heads, the fires on the heavy great saber burned even hotter.

Therefore, prairie warriors grazed by the fire blade were not merely sliced; the blaze set their clothes aflame, burning them into torches.

As more torches appeared, the nearby streets were filled with the aroma of roasted meat, causing Du Chengfeng’s appetite to stir.

However, his brow suddenly furrowed slightly.

"Don’t act rashly! Withdraw!"

Sheathing his saber, Du Chengfeng rode off, diving into the complex streets of Yanzhou City after a few turns.

Moments after Du Chengfeng left, Xiang Rong, brandishing the Hundred-refined Soft Sword, hurried over on horseback.

Observing the scorched bodies scattered about, even without examining the wounds, Xiang Rong already knew whose handiwork it was — clearly, the disciple Old Ruan had left behind not only stayed but actively ambushed the prairie vanguard army in Yanzhou City.

Two thousand against one person, how could this seem anything but an impossible battle?

But was it really impossible?

"This isn’t Ruan Shantao’s style... Ruan Shantao wouldn’t raise such a frenzied creature."

Carefully scanning the surroundings, Xiang Rong felt the unease of being watched by a beast.

No, it wasn’t just him; it included the whole prairie vanguard army and Yanzhou City — they had all become the hunting grounds of that monster, with every living being inside marked as prey.

It wasn’t the strategy someone like Ruan Shantao, an advocate for righteousness, would teach; this wasn’t even a human-like strategy.

"What exactly am I facing?"

Unlike when he entered the city, now Xiang Rong experienced true unknown fear.

Confronting the fear of the unknown, some panic, some become bewildered, others drink to forget, and some abandon thought.

Xiang Rong’s choice was to slash open his back.

Drawing out the Overlord’s Halberd.