Chapter Thirty-Five First Battle

  The morning sunlight had just sprinkled on the ground when the beastman troops arrived and stopped five miles away from Tiger Valley.

  "Hsss!!" Shi Hu took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his cold eyes fixed on the over 80,000 beastmen enemy troops in front of him, a faint smile spreading across his face.

  "Charge!" The beastman army parted to reveal a small path, from which emerged a demonic beast. On the back of the demonic beast sat a burly tiger-man, behind whom followed a wolf-man riding a wind-magic wolf as large as an earth tiger. The wind-magic wolf's eyes gleamed with ferocity as it gazed at the humans opposite.

  "Haha, I knew it! How could the beastmen be so foolish? It's because they've changed their commander! Rubato, I truly feel sad for your talent!" Shi Hu said with a hint of mockery on his face.

  Luteba heard Shi Hu's words, his face still wore a smile, he knew that Shi Hu's words were meant to drive a wedge between them, unfortunately, his general Bateer didn't know. Seeing Bateer hear Shi Hu's words, his expression changed slightly.

  "Shi Hu, if you have any real skills, let's see them on the battlefield. Don't just brag with your mouth." Ba Tuo pointed his sword at Shi Hu and shouted.

  Shi Hu's eyes were filled with disdain as he glanced at Batre and said, "Is that so? Can you handle it, Batre?"

  "Hubris!" Baturu shouted loudly, and with a loud clap, he rode the fierce beast towards Shitou to attack.

  "Let me take care of this useless general." Seeing that Batel was attacking, Shi Hu naturally didn't want to fall behind. As soon as he finished speaking, he summoned his contracted pet, the Great Earth Bear, to charge forward and meet him.

  Two different colored auras collided in mid-air, producing a series of explosive sounds. Shi Hu clashed with Bartle, while their mounts also engaged each other. Lie Huo's agile movements and Da Di Xiong's powerful defensive capabilities made the two magical beasts evenly matched, making it difficult to determine the winner.

  Leng Xiangyao gazed at the two demonic beasts' battle, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, for he saw that these two demonic beasts' fighting strength was not weak! In comparison, it could be said to be on par with a high-level great swordsman's power! However, no matter how he looked at it, the way these two demonic beasts fought seemed to resemble the magical attacks of the Western legends in his own space! It seemed that way! In this space, he had yet to see a magician, after all.

  Leng Xiang suddenly thought of this and asked his companion who was walking beside him: "Brother Xing, why don't we have any mages in our army?"

  "Magician?" Han's face showed a strange color as he stared at Leng Xiang, and when he saw that Leng Xiang didn't seem to be joking around, he finally opened his mouth to explain: "Xiang, do you think magicians are like vegetables on the street that can be picked up whenever? We do have a Saint of Magic in our Tian Long country, who is also the principal of Tian Long Academy, Ge Loute. However, there's an agreement between our four countries that prohibits magicians from entering the battlefield because their destructive power is too great. Like Principal Ge Loute of our Tian Long Academy, he can release forbidden spells, and the power of those forbidden spells is no joke. A single spell can annihilate tens of thousands of troops. What do you think?"

  Leng Xiangyao heard the explanation of self-study, and only then did he understand why he had never seen a magician before. It turned out that magicians were so rare! No, that's not right, those with high cultivation are few, but there should be some with low cultivation too! At least Tianlong Country has a population of tens of billions, it's impossible that there aren't even any low-level ones!

  "Then doesn't our Tian Long Kingdom have any low-level magicians?" asked Leng Xuan again.

  "Low-level magician?" Han self-study was stunned for a moment, the next moment he laughed and said: "The magic of low-level magicians, as long as it reaches the level of swordsmen warriors, has some defense, can't cause any harm. Moreover, low-level magicians will be killed by warriors as soon as they get close to them! So generally, people who can learn magic are protected by the country until they become mages, and then their value rises sharply. Only then can they exert their combat power."

  "So that's how it is!" Leng Xiao Yao muttered to himself and fell silent, focusing on the two commanders who were currently engaged in a fierce battle on the field.

  Leng Xiangyao's current skills in this space are really bad, perhaps he hasn't seen any impressive skills before! Leng Xiangyao thought to himself, if it were him instead of Shitou, by now they would have had dozens of chances to directly defeat the opponent, but Shitou chose to fight head-on, it's really hard to say what to make of this.

  Lubart took a step forward, his long sword held horizontally: "I am Lubart, who among you will come forth to fight?"

  "I'm here." The commander of the Light Cavalry Regiment, Yan Menggui, took a step forward, his long sword held horizontally.

  "Hold on..." Leng Xiangyao blocked in front of Yan Menggui, a smile on his face: "Commander Yan, may I take this battle?"

  "Commander Yan, we'll go out and engage in battle next. I estimate that the enemy will take advantage of our lack of leadership to launch an attack. Commander Yan, stay here to oversee the situation. If a battle breaks out, bring our troops back into the valley. I believe the Beastman army will not dare to pursue us into the valley. Remember." Leng Xiao Yao quickly and quietly gave orders, then turned to face Route Barter with a smile: "I am Leng Xiao Yao, commander of the Vanguard Regiment, here to learn from your battle techniques, Route Barter."

  "Let me handle this! This Bart has already reached the level of a high-ranking swordsman, you're no match for him." Xing Zixuan stretched out his hand to stop Leng Xiao Yao, saying in a low voice.

  Leng Xiangyao gazed at the sincere-looking Hang Zixue, a hint of confidence flashing across his face as he said, "Hang big brother, don't worry, leave it to me."

  Xing saw a confident smile on Leng Xiao Yao's face and nodded slightly: "Be careful."

  "Hey kid, are you from the Vanguard Regiment?" Lute's face slightly changed upon hearing Cold's introduction. The impression that the Vanguard Regiment had left on him during this pursuit was too deep, as if he had returned to his past when he led the army and fought at the border, as if the deputy officer of the Vanguard Regiment still existed.

  "It is." Leng Xiao Yao nodded, waved his hand, and a short sword appeared in his hand. The sword shone brightly under the sunlight.

  "Is it you?" Luteba's face changed slightly as soon as he saw the short sword in Cold Xiao's hand. The battle at Tiger Gate, his memory was deeply etched, Cold Xiao single-handedly beheaded over 2,000 people, and when he launched a surprise attack on Tiger Gate, Cold Xiao alone blocked an entire city gate like a god of war, almost ruining the Beastmen army's plan.

  Leng Xiao Yao heard Ruter's astonished tone and a hint of surprise appeared on his face: "You know me?"

  "I don't know you, but everything you do on the battlefield is in my eyes. You're not bad, worthy of being my opponent." A hint of joy appeared on Rutuba's face, perhaps it was the psychology of a lonely master!

  "Come on!" Leng Xiao was the kind of person who acted upon his words, if he wanted to fight, he would fight to the end. After all, his side was still at a disadvantage and shouldn't prolong the battle.

  "Refreshing! I like it." Ruterba let out a loud whoop, swinging the long sword in his hand and slashing down fiercely at Leng Xianyao.

  "Good speed." Leng Xiao Yao saw that Ruterba's tall figure was moving, originally thinking that Ruterba's body was big and wouldn't be so fast, didn't expect this person to be quite fast, and the movements were also very agile.

  Swish! With a single sound, Leng Xiangyang didn't swing his sword to block the descending blade, but instead stabbed out with a flat and even motion, aiming straight for Rote's chest. It was as if he was employing a tactic of mutual destruction.

  One meter...

  Fifty centimeters...

  Ten centimeters... The long sword of Road Turba was about to split Cold Xuan's head, and Cold Xuan's short sword was also about to be sent into Road Turba's chest. This scene made the soldiers on both sides who were watching the battle break out in a cold sweat.

  Lute looked at Leng Xiangyao's resolute expression, and couldn't help but flick his wrist, changing the direction of his long sword from a downward slash to a horizontal sweep, blocking Leng Xiangyao's incoming short sword.

  With a clang, the two metal impacts sounded, and Leng Xiangyao's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, with a victorious smile on his face, he retreated several steps back, then swung his sword to force Rutuba into close combat.

  "Good arrival." The beastman was least afraid of close combat, after all they had a strong advantage.

  One long and one short, two sword lights clashed together in the void, producing a series of crisp metallic collision sounds. The two figures were fists in their left hands and swords in their right hands, entwined as one.

  Two fists collided again, and Leng Xiao Yao couldn't help but stumble back a few steps, his fist trembling slightly. His right hand held the sword, gazing at his opponent with a cold expression.

  "Beastmen are indeed incredibly strong!" Leng Xiao Yao thought to herself, it seems that the heavens have been quite fair, after all humans are not perfect, beastmen may be inferior to humans in terms of intelligence, but they far surpass them physically.

  "This kid is really something, is that sword a divine artifact? How can a human be so strong?" Rubarte, after this brief exchange of blows, didn't dare to launch a fierce attack first. Looking at the countless gaps on his long sword, he revealed a strange expression and thought to himself as he stared at Cold Impermanence.

  Leng Xiangyao sprang into action, his figure once again charging towards Route Bar with a flash of sword light in hand.

  "Good, you've come." Lute's excitement grew as he finally found an opponent to fight. Perhaps after this battle, he would make some progress, but it was uncertain. He charged forward to meet the incoming Cold Xuanwu.

  It wasn't until a moment later that Lute realized something was off. Cold's carefree fighting style seemed to be getting stranger and stranger. Although he knew his own aura was stronger than Cold's, every time he reached a critical point, Cold would come up with some bizarre move that forced him to defend himself. It was really eerie.

  Both armies gazed at the scene of Leng Xiangyang and Rutuba fighting in the arena, each with a strange expression on their faces. The beastman soldiers' side had even more bizarre expressions, clearly wanting to cheer, but every time they saw their commander about to win, just as they were about to cheer, their commander was forced back again. On the human soldiers' side, Yan Menggui and other generals were all sweating bullets, especially Xing Zixuan, who several times almost couldn't help but take action when he saw Leng Xiangyang fall into danger.

  A loud metallic crash rang out. The long sword in Rutuba's hand finally couldn't withstand the impact, breaking into fragments and falling piece by piece.

  Tap tap tap, Luteba realized that his long sword had shattered in his hand, and he quickly opened up a small distance with Cold Wanderer and stopped, looking at Cold Wanderer with a surprised expression as he didn't pursue.