Chapter 8 Battlefield Showdown on the Continent of Wind and Moon

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Due to an intelligence error, Xia Yun was defeated by the suddenly appearing Tianlong Legion outside Chihe City. However, he quickly composed himself, rallied his defeated troops, and headed to Dengfengcang to regroup the forces he had left there to besiege the city. His forces now numbered ten thousand.

After capturing a small town near Dengfengcang and resting and replenishing their supplies, Xia Yun immediately marched north, engaging in a fierce battle with an advance force of the Tianlong Legion that was heading south to relieve Dengfengcang. This time, he gave the Tianlong Legion no chance, decisively defeating this five-thousand-strong infantry unit. When

the news reached Chihe City, Ye Tianlong couldn't help but sigh in amazement. He hadn't expected Xia Yun's army to recover its fighting strength in just a few days. If he had immediately pressed his advantage and relentlessly pursued them, Xia Yun wouldn't have had a chance to catch his breath.

Now, his biggest worry was that the defeat of the reinforcements sent to Dengfengcang en route would have a significant impact on the morale of the defenders.

Fortunately, Xia Yun, fearing a pincer attack from Ye Tianlong's main force, did not choose to attack Dengfeng Warehouse. Instead, he chose another route, advancing towards Chihe City, intending to coordinate with the army of Gaoyang Prefecture.

By the time Xia Yun reached the vicinity of Chihe City, his forces, including those retreating from various parts of Dengzhou, had reached 15,000 men.

At this time, receiving news of the setback, 20,000 infantrymen from Gaoyang Prefecture arrived at Xia Yun's camp to reinforce him. Now, with 35,000 men, Xia Yun had sufficient strength to face any enemy.

This time, it was Ye Tianlong's turn to have a headache, because on the opposite bank of Gaoyang Prefecture, 20,000 Xiahe soldiers firmly guarded the passage to Gaoyang City. No matter how the Tianlong Legion soldiers provoked them, they remained unmoved, relying on their fortified defenses to prevent the Tianlong Legion from advancing any further.

Clearly, their commander was a very wise general, but for Ye Tianlong, it was a very troublesome situation. If he were to launch a full-scale attack, he would inevitably suffer heavy casualties, which was far from a wise choice.

Behind Ye Tianlong, Xia Yun's 35,000 men posed a significant threat. This force was an enemy he could not ignore; if he showed even the slightest weakness, he would be severely punished.

The current situation was quite interesting. After entering Gaoyang Prefecture from Qingzhou, Qing Ji and Zuo Daojin's armies of the Tianlong Legion fought several small-scale battles with Xia He's army, tying down Xia He's main force and preventing them from advancing on Dengzhou as planned. Meanwhile, Ye Tianlong's main force in Dengzhou was also unable to launch a full-scale attack on Gaoyang Prefecture due to Xia Yun's presence. Only after eliminating Xia Yun's forces could he truly advance on Gaoyang Prefecture with peace of mind.

The only thing that pleased Ye Tianlong at this moment was that, through the wartime mobilization order, the reserve troops drawn from various parts of Dengzhou had expanded his army. Now, his main camp had 70,000 soldiers, including 15,000 cavalry.

After a day of fierce fighting, Ye Tianlong, relying on his superior forces, drove Xia Yun's troops in Dengzhou to Shading, a small town 60 miles from Chihe City. At the same time, the Tianlong Legion's fleet blockaded Chihe, completely severing Xia Yun's connection with Xia He's army in Gaoyang Prefecture.

However, Xia Yun's army, relying on the city's fortifications, resisted the Tianlong Legion, repelling three offensives launched by Ye Tianlong in succession. From August 21st, the entire war began to reach a stalemate.

"What should we do now?"

Ye Tianlong had been staring blankly at the map in front of him ever since the military conference ended. In order to defeat Xia Yun, Ji Wujiu and his men devised several schemes to lure Xia Yun into a decisive battle, but Xia Yun refused to fall for them. Instead, he took the opportunity to wipe out several bait troops sent out by the Tianlong Legion.

Although it didn't cause significant losses to Ye Tianlong's army, it still infuriated him.

"My lord, Xia Yun's army is challenging us outside!"

Before Ye Tianlong could even think of anything, a soldier rushed in to report.

"Damn it! Just because they trained in the Dan Yun Cave of Snow Jade Dragon Mountain, they think they're so great! How dare they be so arrogant!"

Ye Tianlong angrily pushed back his chair, stood up, and shouted, "Pass down the order: attack!"

Despite his anger, Ye Tianlong dared not be careless in the face of Xia Yun. He had learned from Shura about Xia Yun's background, knowing that he had trained for two years in the Dan Yun Cave of Snow Jade Dragon Mountain, the most treacherous place on the continent, which had led to a remarkable breakthrough in his martial arts.

Facing an overwhelming enemy, Xia Yun's challenge was to boost the morale of his soldiers and to demonstrate his own martial prowess. If the Tianlong Legion dared not accept the challenge, it would naturally boost the enemy's morale; if they accepted and were defeated, it would similarly boost the morale of Xia Yun's soldiers.

The drums beat faster and faster. Although his generals all volunteered to fight, Ye Tianlong decided to go himself, as Xia Yun had specifically challenged him. He was also deeply resentful of the ambush in the forest; Xia Yun's martial arts were indeed strong, but he was confident he wouldn't lose. He wanted revenge for that defeat.

Upon reaching the front lines, he saw Xia Yun standing alone in the center of the battlefield, with his main force of soldiers standing a hundred paces behind him. Ye Tianlong waved for his men to hold their ground, then spurred his horse to meet Xia Yun.

Seeing that Ye Tianlong was truly willing to fight personally, Xia Yun couldn't help but feel admiration. When already in a position of advantage, many would simply ignore the enemy's challenge and charge in with their army upon sight, to avoid any unforeseen trouble.

"Lord Ye is indeed a hero, I admire you greatly."

Ye Tianlong waved his hand and said, "Enough with the nonsense, I'm here to settle the score from that day."

Xia Yun looked him over in surprise, noticing that Ye Tianlong seemed quite different from when they met in the woods. The aura and confidence emanating from him gave Xia Yun a strange sense of pressure.

What kind of encounter had caused Ye Tianlong to change so much in just a few days? He couldn't help

but feel puzzled. In fact, Ye Tianlong himself didn't know. That day in the woods, knowing he was surrounded and facing an enemy with overwhelming advantages, he was deeply affected. Subconsciously, the thoughts of defeat and escape greatly diminished his martial arts skills, naturally making him hesitant and timid when facing Xia Yun.

But now it was different. He had a significant numerical advantage, completely surrounding the enemy, and had a comprehensive understanding of Xia Yun. In this state, his martial arts skills could naturally be fully utilized.

"Very good." Xia Yun nodded, then suddenly turned and shouted loudly to the rear, "Beat the drums!"

The drums of both armies sounded simultaneously, and the soldiers on both sides roared in unison, cheering on their commanders. This kind of heroic battle was something every soldier longed for, especially since they had strong confidence in their commanders.

The shouts clearly showed that Ye Tianlong's side had a clear advantage, completely suppressing the enemy's voices, which further emboldened Ye Tianlong.

Sensing Ye Tianlong's growing momentum, Xia Yun was secretly alarmed. The domineering aura mixed with demonic power was indescribably shocking. This was an extraordinary aura he had never encountered before—a quiet, imposing, and subtly sinister domineering presence that instilled a sense of fear from the depths of one's heart.

For a moment, Xia Yun even doubted that the man before him was Ye Tianlong, but someone else entirely—a man he looked up to, the mercenary king, Shura.

Xia Yun suddenly realized that the aura emanating from Ye Tianlong was actually very similar to that of Shura, but upon closer examination, there were also significant differences. However, when asked to put it into words, he was unable to express it.

These thoughts flashed through Xia Yun's mind. He knew he couldn't let Ye Tianlong raise his aura any further, otherwise he would have no chance to fight back. Even now, his beloved horse, Black Dragon, was already very uneasy, clearly unable to withstand the aura emanating from Ye Tianlong.

"Let Xia Yun experience Lord Ye's divine sword!"

Xia Yun leaped off his horse and stood in front of Ye Tianlong, while Black Dragon immediately turned and ran away from this place that terrified it.

"Since you've chosen to fight on foot, then let's go!"

Ye Tianlong jumped off his horse with a triumphant air, and his horse quickly returned to its main camp.

From the moment Ye Tianlong spoke, Xia Yun found that the pressure he felt had subsided considerably. He was no longer restrained by the domineering aura emanating from Ye Tianlong, and he felt a mixture of joy and worry.

Clearly, Ye Tianlong possessed terrifying power, but he didn't yet know how to control it, or rather, he lacked experience in using it. This was his opportunity today.

However, given time, as Ye Tianlong's experience matures, he will eventually truly master this terrifying power. What kind of master will he become then?

With a long roar, Ye Tianlong unleashed a powerful sword strike, his divine weapon, the Blazing Fire Sword, bursting forth with a three-foot-long sword beam. Flames soared into the sky, its power so great that even Ye Tianlong himself could hardly believe it.

At this moment, his mind was completely clear, every movement effortlessly executed. This was the first time since the Qingzhou war that he had truly fought against an opponent with unparalleled martial arts skills, and defeating him was his only thought. With a slight shift of

his body, the Black Dragon Spear spun rapidly in Xia Yun's hand, black smoke suddenly rising, accompanied by a series of shadowy figures, swiftly probing for Ye Tianlong's vital points in the chest. The spear strike was as powerful as wind and thunder.

Ye Tianlong shifted to the side, his sword taking a different approach, swiftly striking Xia Yun's right flank, instantly retaliating.

The clash between the Fire Sword, a divine artifact imbued with fire attributes, and the Black Dragon Spear, a divine artifact imbued with darkness attributes, unleashed unimaginable power. Crimson sword light shimmered amidst the black smoke, accompanied by bursts of airflow. The two unleashed their ultimate techniques in an unprecedentedly fierce and rapid attack.

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from the point of contact between Ye Tianlong and Xia Yun, followed by a dazzling explosion.

After a series of intense attacks, the Fire Sword and the Black Dragon Spear finally clashed for the first time, demonstrating that both were wielding their weapons with divine will, controlling their power with divine power, their moves changing rapidly before they even reached their peak.

Ye Tianlong and Xia Yun each retreated three steps; this time, the battle was evenly matched. The Fire

Sword was twice as powerful as the Black Dragon Spear, so in truth, Xia Yun's strength was slightly superior.

Xia Yun glanced regretfully at the shaft of the Black Dragon Spear in his hand; a tiny nick, the size of a grain of rice, had appeared where it had struck the Fire Sword, and the black energy that had been flowing through the spear had darkened slightly.

Meanwhile, the Fiery Sword in Ye Tianlong's hand shone even brighter with a crimson light, its sword beam seemingly about to leap off the blade, flickering erratically in the air.

Heartbroken over the damage to his weapon, Xia Yun let out a deafening roar, his spear transforming into a soaring dragon as he furiously pounced forward, unleashing a thousand layers of spear nets. With the speed and force of thunder and lightning, he attacked Ye Tianlong. However, it was actually Ye Tianlong who had a slight advantage, thanks to his divine weapon, the Fiery Sword.

The force of the attack reached eight feet away, sending sand and stones flying, the resounding booms like dragon roars and tiger howls terrifying. He was about to deliver a thunderous blow.

Ye Tianlong's tiger-like eyes widened in fury. Instead of retreating, he advanced, letting out a furious roar. His sword beams flowed, suddenly slicing into the black spear net that had enveloped him. Then, crimson lightning surged, man and sword becoming one, the

sound of sword energy cutting through the wind piercing the air. This time, both sides were fighting with true fury. The soldiers watching from both sides ceased their shouts of encouragement; their minds were completely captivated by this fierce and unparalleled battle.

Under their masters' full power, the two divine weapons transformed into two constantly shooting, rolling, flowing, twisting, and swirling beams of laser light, fiercely entangled.

Figures moved like lightning, flashing rapidly, accompanied by gusts of wind and overwhelming force. Every attack was unleashed with internal energy, the force of the blows reaching several feet away. Red flames and black whirlwinds spread in all directions; without considerable skill, it was impossible to discern the two figures clearly.

The rapid dodging, charging, spinning, and shifting made it difficult to tell who was at the forefront, a barrage of explosions that chilled the heart and froze the blood, demonstrating the terrifying intensity of their close-quarters combat.

Chen Yue, who had come out to watch from her car after hearing the commotion, could no longer see the battle due to her limited skill. Her hands were covered in sweat, yet she remained fixed on the spot where red and black light intertwined, unable to look away, yet unable to look away.

Among the soldiers of the Heavenly Dragon Legion, Shura slowly emerged, his eyes gleaming with an unusual light—admiration, joy, and a touch of excitement.

As a top-tier expert, even if he couldn't participate in such a battle, just witnessing it was a rare privilege. And for him, the two figures locked in fierce combat were of paramount importance.

"Unexpected, unexpected..."

Shura muttered to himself, for he was the one who saw it most clearly, his feet involuntarily moving forward at the most dangerous moments.

But what he couldn't understand, he didn't voice, so Ji Wujiu, who had been observing Shura with a cold eye, couldn't guess either.

"Lord Ye wins because of the divine weapon in his hand, while Xia Yun is slightly superior in skill..."

After watching for a while, Shura suddenly muttered to himself, immediately stimulating the ears of the nearby generals. But he deliberately stopped speaking, leaving everyone anxious. The clashing, striking, and contacting of the divine weapons produced a piercing sound, like jumping feet.

"You bastard, just say it already!" Fan Tong couldn't help but shout.

Seeing everyone's tense expressions, Shura smiled before saying, "Of course it's a draw. Everyone can go back and rest. They'll get tired and slow down eventually."

The generals were speechless with anger. Shura's manner of speaking made it sound like he was talking about a street martial arts performance.

"Hey, big guy, my boss paid you to be his bodyguard. Why are you all talk and no action?"

Fan Tong glared, having come up with a good idea.

Shura laughed and suddenly said, "They're about to separate!"

Sure enough, the unprecedentedly fierce battle paused in that instant, and two figures appeared before everyone at the same time.

Ye Tianlong and Xia Yun were both covered in sweat, their chests heaving rapidly, but they were trying to regulate their breathing, preparing for the next round of attacks.

"This time, I'm going to use my ultimate move."

Xia Yun spoke first, his face solemn, a strange black light swirling in his eyes.

"Same here, I've seen through you. The next move will send you back to your hometown."

Ye Tianlong showed no weakness, his eyes fixed on Xia Yun. Having fought countless life-or-death battles, he had now fully learned that any master would show a warning before making a move, revealing their innermost thoughts. It was an instinctive action; even if one tried to conceal it, they would unconsciously reveal flaws.

"A true master is hard to find; let's settle this once and for all!"

After Xia Yun finished speaking, he made his move. He swung the Black Dragon Spear in front of him, drawing a beautiful fan shape. Several streams of black gas shot out rapidly from the spear tip, but their target wasn't Ye Tianlong before him, but the ground around him.

The black gas instantly seeped into the soil, and in an instant, with a deafening boom, the soil around Ye Tianlong exploded and churned upwards, forming rows of earth more than a meter high.

Under the cover of this earthen wall, Xia Yun charged forward, the Black Dragon Spear like a raging venomous dragon, striking Ye Tianlong, its tip covering almost his entire head.

Ye Tianlong soared into the air, his divine weapon, the Fiery Sword, bursting with intense red light, unleashing

his most proficient move of the three sword techniques, "Wind Rises, Clouds Surge, Jade Hook Slants!" Whirlwinds and dark clouds seemed to materialize, gathering instantly and swirling around Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong felt a surge of joy; he could actually unleash the magical power within his sword techniques—a truly unprecedented breakthrough.

A fierce light suddenly blazed in Shura's eyes, and he murmured, "So it can be done to this extent, so that's how it is..."

The wind spun rapidly, blowing all the surrounding dirt far away, revealing three dark skeleton warriors wielding curved swords. Each was taller than a person, clad in black armor, wearing rusty ghost helmets, holding shields in their left hands and wielding gleaming black longswords in their right. The large bones protruding from their armor were a strange, glossy black color, and with each step they took, they produced a crisp, almost blinding sound of bones clashing.

Responding

to Xia Yun's attack, the three dark skeleton warriors lunged towards Ye Tianlong, exhaling a cloud of black smoke.

Ye Tianlong's divine artifact instantly emitted an incomparably brilliant light. After a flash of red light, attracted by the dark skeleton warriors, the guardian deity "Fire Soul Dragon" on the artifact appeared before everyone's eyes, bursting with flames and fiercely impacting the three dark skeleton warriors.

The area where the two clashed was completely shrouded in flames and black smoke, with strange noises emanating from within. Then, towering flames erupted, crackling and popping continuously. Three pillars of fire shot out of the smoke, which had now expanded

to a radius of ten zhang. Red light and black mist intertwined violently, and both figures were sent flying backward simultaneously. Xia Yun took two more steps back, his face ashen. He couldn't understand why Ye Tianlong's moves contained so many familiar elements, especially the last move, which almost contained the essence of his spear technique, completely countering his attack.

Ji Wujiu and the others, fearing for Ye Tianlong's safety, immediately led their troops in a charge.

Xia Yun's troops also rushed forward to protect their commander. After

a chaotic battle, Xia Yun's army retreated back into the city, relying on strong fortifications to defend against the Tianlong Legion's attack.

After this exchange, Xia Yun ceased fighting, seemingly determined to defend.

Ye Tianlong, upon returning to camp, received a hero's welcome. His heroic figure on the battlefield earned him unanimous cheers from the soldiers of the Tianlong Legion, further elevating his image in their hearts.

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