Chapter 65: Making a Move
The middle-aged man's battle with the young man became even more intense, the young man transformed into a tornado, sweeping away everything in his path. The middle-aged man turned into a solid boulder, unmoving and unshakeable under the raging wind, holding firm to the ground with a precious sword.
As expected by the middle-aged man, the young man's frantic attack could not last long. After a minute or so, the fierce and violent slashes gradually slowed down.
As the young man's attack slowed down, seizing the opportunity, the middle-aged man immediately counterattacked, his knife changing its momentum, filled with a pressing killing intent.
Thus, the situation changed, and the middle-aged man went from being on the defensive to suddenly becoming the attacker, with fierce and overbearing knife strikes, as if he wanted to hack the young man to death.
After a three-minute fierce attack, the young man was indeed exhausted, and under the sharp knife method of the middle-aged man, he was at a loss, struggling to support himself, barely maintaining his undefeated record.
"Miss, the enemy is fierce, Luo Qingyun can't hold on, please miss leave quickly, I will stay and try my best to block the enemy."
Knowing that he would eventually face defeat, the young man's expression was anxious to the extreme. He turned his head and looked at a woman surrounded by the siege of cars, saying loudly.
That woman should be the most important person in the merchant group, with an old man standing beside her to serve, probably a butler.
A 28-year-old woman, with a slender figure and beautiful looks, although not an absolute beauty, has a medium to high level of appearance, especially the firmness and decisiveness that inadvertently reveal on her face, making her look spirited and vigorous.
A woman, facing a desperate fight to the death with over a hundred people, with limbs flying everywhere, internal organs spilling out, and blood flowing like rivers, yet she remains calm and composed, her face unchanged, making one can't help but admire her courage.
"Fu Bo, don't stay with me anymore, go and help Qing Yun with all your might."
The woman said to the old man beside her.
"Miss, how can this be? What if you get hurt? How can I explain it to the master when we get back?"
"Fu Bo" shook his head, clearly unwilling.
"Fu Bo, the situation is now critical, don't stick to the rules anymore. If Qing Yun loses, the bandits will surely come straight for us, and we'll be defeated and slaughtered. At that time, no matter how loyal you are, I'm afraid you won't be able to protect me completely."
"Fu Bo"'s attitude made the woman's heart anxious, and on her usually calm face, a few worried expressions appeared as she hastily said.
What the woman said was indeed the current true situation. The merchant team's side had already become precarious, and once the middle-aged man defeated Luo Qingyun, it would be a complete rout.
Even if Luo Qingyun could hold on, it would be impossible to turn the situation around. The caravan's guards had already suffered heavy casualties, while the bandits' side had only minor losses.
As time goes on, the merchant team suffers more casualties, and the situation will become increasingly precarious until the tight string breaks, ultimately allowing the enemy to take advantage of it.
"Alright, miss, I'm going, you must be extremely careful."
"Fu Bo" nodded and finally agreed to take action.
He stamped his right foot on the ground, sprang up like a big bird, and jumped onto the front row of cars. "Fu Bo" raised the crutch in his hand and pointed it at the middle-aged man.
"Fubo" made a move, lightly and quietly, seemingly without any power, but judging from the middle-aged man's reaction, this move still had some attacking power.
The knife's momentum, originally directed at Luo Qingyun, shifted in an instant. The back of the blade struck the crutch, unleashing a massive force that sent "Fu Bo" stumbling backward.
This move, although it didn't hurt the middle-aged man, at least allowed Luo Qingyun to catch his breath and swing his sword again, restoring his previous ferocity.
Fu Bo's strength may be weaker than Luo Qingyun and the middle-aged man, but in Zhao Ji's eyes, he is also a third-rate master.
Two third-rate masters joined forces, fighting against a middle-aged man. No matter how rich his battle experience was, no matter how sharp and powerful the treasured sword danced, he couldn't help but gradually fall into a disadvantageous position.
After another brief battle, the middle-aged man, although unable to match "Fu Bo" and Luo Qingyun's joint efforts, managed to hold his ground tightly, not giving them an opportunity to gain the upper hand, and for the time being, he was still unbeatable.
The situation on this side was at a stalemate, but the other side was relatively clear. Dozens of bandits joined forces, their formation was neat and tidy, and they charged in an orderly manner. The guards on the merchant team's side were constantly being killed, and now only ten people were left to take charge.
These ten people are like a small boat in a stormy sea, facing the danger of being overturned at any moment, and with one misstep, they would be slaughtered.
If ten guards were killed, dozens of bandits would be freed to deal with "Fu Bo" and Luo Qingyun, who would also suffer a disastrous fate. The outcome of the merchant caravan was sealed.
"Brother Yuan, as martial artists, we should act chivalrously and uphold justice, eliminating the strong and helping the weak. I want to take action to rescue these people, what's your take on this?"
Zhao whispered to Yuan Chengzhi beside him.
"I was just thinking the same thing."
Yuan Chengzhi's face turned serious as he said, "Let's take action together."
"No need, killing a chicken doesn't require a cow's knife. These bandits can be handled by me alone, Brother Yuan just needs to stand by and provide backup."
With a wave of his hand, Yuan Chengzhi's plan to join forces was vetoed. Seeing that the fierce battle below was about to decide the outcome, Zhao Ji dared not delay any longer. His body stretched out, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, and he plunged downwards.
In mid-air, the fine iron sword had already been unsheathed, the long sword slightly trembling, its tip pointing forward. Zhao Ji directly charged towards those dozens of bandits.
The divine movement of the light body skill was performed by Zhao Ji to the extreme, his figure transformed into a phantom and rushed into the battle array of the bandits.
The first sword, Zhao Ji pierced through the neck of a bandit, that kind of stealthy move, an inferior martial artist, couldn't dodge it at all.
The gap between a top-notch martial artist and a third-rate one is quite large, but this doesn't mean that a third-rate martial artist can be killed at will by a top-notch one.
The number of inferior martial artists increased, and like bandits, they formed a battle array, coordinating with each other, dozens of people working together, and it was impossible to kill even one third-rate martial artist.
So, in accordance with the principle of being cautious, Zhao Jiukou would not wait for them to be fully prepared before engaging in a fierce battle. There were more efficient methods that did not require unnecessary effort.
With a sudden movement, one sword killed a bandit, Zhao Ji rushed into the bandits' battle array, his figure was like lightning, and his sword light was dazzling.
Dozens of people formed a battle array, which was difficult to break from the outside but easy to destroy from within. Moreover, Zhao's lightness skill was high and he could come and go freely in the midst of flying knives and arrows, so these bandits were even more unable to do anything to him.
The fine iron sword in Zhao Ji's hand was wielded with an incredible divine power, one sword stabbed forward, not only killing the person in front, but also with a tremble and a bend of the sword body, another person on the left front was killed, and then another turn, another person was killed.
