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【The Divine Eagle Empire】(Volume 5, Chapter 112) 

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Chapter 112 A Master Among Them



The Black Wind bandits, witnessing the terrifying martial arts of the Dark Demon Prison for the first time, cried out in terror, "Devils!"



They were all ruthless bandits, not unfamiliar with battles and death, but

the enemies before them were beyond their wildest imaginations. These demons of the Dark Demon Prison possessed such terrifying abilities;

their flesh and blood were impervious to blades and spears, a casual punch or claw could shatter steel and iron, a single palm strike could pulverize a person's

bones, leaving them limp as a sack on the ground yet somehow still alive, their cries so pitiful they would even bring tears to the eyes

of tigers .



One Black Wind bandit had his heart ripped out; he rolled on the ground in agony,

unable to utter a sound. Another had five holes torn in the back of his skull by ghostly claws; he curled

up, clutching the back of his head with both hands, as if trying to stuff the spilled white brain matter back in. Even more

terrifying was how living people could instantly transform into skeletons…



This scene was truly horrifying and bizarre. In the eyes of the Black Wind Thieves, these dark

figures seemed like legendary evil spirits descended to earth, impossible to fight against by human power. Some of the Black Wind Thieves dared not linger and quickly

retreated into the darkness.



The burly, broad-mouthed man roared at the retreating Black Wind bandits, "What are you afraid of? There are only so many of them

! Let's go again!"



The bandits, their voices trembling, cried out, "Captain, they're not human! Humans can't be this

terrifying !"



"They're demons! They're monsters! How can we fight demons and monsters?"



The burly bandit leader, enraged, swung his sword and killed the unfortunate man, shouting,

"Bastards! They're clearly human, not demons or monsters! Even if they really are, we

have the protection of the incomparably wise and virtuous Asura Emperor, protected by righteous energy, fearless of any evil spirit! Anyone who speaks nonsense

, undermines morale, or deserts in the face of battle will suffer the same fate!"



His mention of the Asura Emperor greatly emboldened the Black Wind bandits. Just then, the gaunt man

led four large squads of Black Wind bandits, shouting loudly as they charged towards the Dark Knight, their battle cries shaking the heavens.



Seeing this, the Black Wind bandits, who had just suffered a crushing defeat, were immediately emboldened. Forgetting their previous

disastrous experience, the burly man with the wide mouth seized the opportunity and shouted, "Brothers! Kill all the men! Whoever catches a woman is hers!

Long live His Majesty the Asura Emperor!"



"Long live His Majesty the Asura Emperor!"



the Black Wind bandits echoed in unison.



Someone was the first to rush out, and then all the Black Wind bandits followed, charging forward again.



This time, they learned from their previous experience and were no longer hasty or reckless.



In the darkness, the bandit leaders skillfully issued various commands: "Bayonetists, first rank!"



"Shield bearers, second rank!"



With the rapid commands, the previously chaotic Black Wind bandits immediately fell silent, with only the sound of

running . In an instant, one formation after another was formed, and various weapons were quickly assembled,

transforming them from a rabble of bandits into a well-trained regular army.



A large group of bayonet-wielders cleared the way—the Black Wind bandits had realized that

engaging these Dark Prison demons in close combat was utterly foolish. They switched to long bayonets, intending to use their

length to counter the Dark Prison demons' martial arts—while melee swordsmen followed behind, row upon row,

perfectly coordinated, their weapons working in perfect harmony.



Seeing the Black Wind bandits, who had just been defeated, return with renewed force, the Dark Prison knights laughed loudly:

"Those cowards are back!" Their previous victory had clouded their judgment; to show their bravery, they charged forward in



a race , shouting, "Watch us!"   "Come on, haha!"   Despite Hua Yanniang's repeated commands, "Come back! I command you to come back!"   the knights seemed oblivious.   They quickly regretted their decision—as the Dark Knight charged in, the Black Wind Thieves' formation shifted again. The Black Wind Thieves at the front fought a retreating battle, drawing the Dark Knight's advance. At that moment, the thief leader shouted, "Flank!"   Instantly, several small teams from the flanks of the Black Wind Thieves swiftly broke through and surrounded the charging Dark Knight.   The Dark Knight's situation was dire; he was surrounded by enemies on all sides. Although the Black Wind Thieves were no match for them in one-on-one combat , they now had a numerical advantage, often several or even more than ten thieves attacking a single Dark Knight. A hail of spears and arrows rained down on the surrounded Dark Knight.   Only then did the people of the Dark Demon Prison realize that possessing unparalleled martial arts skills did not equate to invincibility on the battlefield.   Battlefield combat is entirely different from martial arts duels. The former emphasizes efficiency; moves must be swift, direct, and ruthless , aiming for a fatal blow without any hesitation or fancy tricks. In contrast, their martial arts training contains too many unnecessary feints, and the techniques are far too cumbersome and complex.   A Dark Knight had just executed a perfect "White Crane Spreads Wings" feint, successfully luring the enemy, when simultaneously, a dozen blades slashed down, hacking this peak-level Heavenly Martial Knight to pieces.   His eyes were wide open, his death filled with unresolved grievances.   Moreover, a crucial aspect of battlefield combat is the seamless coordination between comrades, advancing and retreating in . Otherwise, even a top-tier fighter, if alone in the chaos of battle, will ultimately meet a gruesome end.   The rigorously trained Dark Knights were not unaware of this; it was simply that their numbers were too few, and their enemies too numerous . From the very beginning, they underestimated their enemy, believing this group of thieves to be a rabble, a bunch of chickens and dogs, easily routed and forced to flee in disarray, no matter how many there were.   But they never expected that the thieves they considered a rabble would suddenly transform into a well-organized, disciplined army. This drastic change caught them completely off guard. For this, they paid a bloody price: enemies surrounded them from all sides, and weapons were everywhere.

























































































Surrounded in the middle, the Dark Knight, with his exceptional skills, could dodge a slash, block a

spear thrusting at him, and avoid several arrows raining down—but he couldn't evade the dozen or so

spears thrusting simultaneously from different directions, coupled with countless slashes and cuts from swords and knives. Moreover, in this besieged situation, even the slightest injury was

tantamount to death.



One of the surrounded Dark Knights screamed, "Captain Mingguang, save me!"



But the Dark Knight he called for, Captain Mingguang, was being entangled by the Black Wind Thieves' spearmen.

Several charges were forced back by the enemy's thrusts from afar. Faced with several perfectly coordinated spears,

Mingguang, despite his superior martial arts skills, was powerless to use them. He could only watch helplessly as his wounded subordinate was

impaled alive by the thieves' spearmen, and then the thieves' swordsmen pounced and hacked him to pieces.



Mingguang watched, his blood boiling with rage, yet utterly despairing and powerless. In a short time,

the Dark Knights suffered heavy casualties. The group was gradually compressed and divided, its numbers dwindling.



The Black Wind Thieves, emboldened by their success, fought with increasing ferocity and gained the upper hand. Soon, they charged towards

the carriages, engaging the Dark Knights and Dark Banshees guarding them in fierce combat. Both carriages were heavily guarded, and

the Black Wind Thieves, assuming there was valuable cargo inside, climbed onto the foremost carriage. One of them used a knife to

lift the curtain and peered into the carriage.



Suddenly, three black beams shot out from inside the carriage, striking the three thieves squarely between the eyebrows.

Without uttering a sound, they fell to the ground, a spot of blood on their foreheads, lifeless and dead.



Ah… This situation greatly alarmed the thieves. One of their leaders shouted, “Bayonetists!”



Eight bayonet-wielding thieves, upon receiving the order, stepped forward, their bayonets swiftly thrusting into the carriage, piercing the walls and

embedding themselves inside. With all eight bayonets embedded in the carriage simultaneously, even the most skilled warrior inside would likely be doomed.



However, when the eight Black Wind thieves tried to pull their bayonets back, they found

them seemingly rooted to the spot, refusing to budge no matter how hard they tried.



At this moment, the burly man with the wide mouth reached the carriage. Seeing this, his expression changed, and he shouted, “A few more bayonet-wielders!”



Immediately, five more bayonet-wielders came forward and thrust their bayonets into the carriage…



In that instant, thud—the entire carriage shook violently. The thirteen bayonets, as if struck by a tremendous force,

were ejected and thrown back with unparalleled power. In an instant, screams erupted as thirteen Black Wind bandits,

their bayonet-wielding men impaled by the shafts of their own spears, died screaming in agony.



The burly man with the wide mouth was shocked and cried out, "A master!"



He immediately leaped three zhang (approximately 10 meters) and lunged at the carriage, his broadsword cleaving through the carriage from top to bottom. This

strike aimed to split the carriage and its occupants in two.



Boom! The entire carriage exploded violently under the burly man's blade, shattering into pieces. A

dark shadow shot into the sky, hurtling towards the burly man. In an instant, the burly man's pupils dilated infinitely, seeing a

slender, jade-like hand striking towards his chest. He could only instinctively raise his sword to block.



Bang! The jade-like hand struck the blade with incredible force; instantly, the burly man was sent flying like

a catapult projectile, spitting out a spray of blood in mid-air.



"Captain!"



The gaunt man with a pale face cried out in alarm, "Quick...catch! Catch the captain!"



A dozen thieves rushed towards the broad-mouthed man's landing point, spreading their arms to catch him. However, the broad-mouthed man possessed

a powerful force; the thieves cried out "Ouch!" as they were all knocked

to the ground by his body, rolling in a heap.



"Damn thieves, all of you, die!"



A sinister, piercing woman's voice echoed in the darkness. A black figure

appeared instantly smashing the brains of three Black Wind thieves who approached.



This ghostly woman was none other than the Third Demon Lord, one of the three great demon lords of the Dark Demon Prison,

the Netherworld Saintess. Her figure flickered, her whisk sweeping east and west, and wherever she passed, the Black Wind thieves fell

to the ground, broken bones and tendons, either dead or wounded. Several thieves who attempted to board the carriage were also killed by the Netherworld Saintess.



"A master! This is a master!"



The burly bandit leader, supported by his men, stood up, blood spilling from his mouth. His eyes were fixed on the ghostly figure of

the Netherworld Mother, and he shouted, "Quick! Archers! Form ranks!"



The gaunt man immediately ordered the archers to form a volley of arrows at the Netherworld Mother. Almost simultaneously, swordsmen

and spearmen also formed ranks, with swordsmen in front and spearmen behind, advancing in perfect unison towards the Netherworld Mother

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