Chapter 88: Striking Wounds

  That one sentence from Luo Zhongshan was like a signal, and the quiet Luo family camp suddenly became noisy, almost all the tents were opened, and everyone came out.

  Among them, a small number are martial artists with no weak cultivation, and even the majority of ordinary people are well-trained troops with considerable strength.

  Surrounded by so many people, it's unlikely that the man in black will be able to escape. His fate is all but sealed.

  "Hey kid, how's it going? The Luo family isn't as careless as you thought, huh?"

  With victory within his grasp, Luo Zhongshan's mood was actually quite good. There was a hint of pride in his expression and a cold smile hung at the corner of his mouth.

  "Now you are surrounded layer by layer, if you know what's good for you, it's better to surrender, in that case, I might be able to spare your life."

  "Haha, as expected of the Luo family, one of the five major families. You have many tricks up your sleeve, but do you think you can keep me here just because you outnumber me?"

  A low, mirthless chuckle later, a hoarse voice emerged from the black-clad man's mouth.

  Although there were over a thousand people, if they were all ordinary individuals, it's not necessarily possible to stop a single martial artist with profound cultivation. The black-clothed man was confident in his own strength and naturally wouldn't surrender easily.

  "Well, I can only take you down then."

  With a stern shout, Luo Zhongshan gave an order with a serious face, "Everyone, take action and capture this person for me. Whether he lives or dies is not important."

  Luo Zhongshan gave the order, and over a thousand people took action at once. The second-rate and third-rate masters among the warriors immediately drew their swords and rushed towards the black-clad man.

  The remaining ordinary soldiers all bent their bows and set arrows, but did not immediately shoot out the sharp arrows, instead locking the arrowheads on the black-clothed man.

  At the Luo family's place, when they were about to take action, the other four families' camps also couldn't escape and successively became noisy. Later, the sound of killing and fighting rose, it seemed that they had also been infiltrated by someone.

  As time passed, the four families' camps became increasingly noisy with the sound of killing and fighting. The camps of the Guan, Lu, and Lü families even caught fire, but the flames were quickly extinguished before they could spread.

  The four major families were in an uproar, but the Luo family was not to be outdone. Dozens of Luo family warriors clashed with the black-clad men, exchanging blows for over a hundred breaths, yet they couldn't gain the upper hand against the black-clad men and instead had several people injured.

  Wielding a dagger, the black-clad figure didn't seem to be at a disadvantage when facing the numerous Luo family warriors' swords and knives. Instead, he fully utilized the advantage of his short blade being one inch shorter and one inch more dangerous.

  In a flash of sword light and rain, the black-clad figure's movement was as agile as a butterfly fluttering through flowers, completely achieving the state of passing through a hundred flowers without touching a single leaf. On the contrary, it gave the Lu family warriors a sharp counterattack.

  At the time of fighting with Luo Jia Wu Zhe, the black-clothed man's figure kept running forward, running out more than a dozen zhang away, and had already repelled over a dozen people, with a sense of ten steps to kill one person, and a thousand miles without leaving a trail.

  Of course, the black-clothed man didn't have time to kill anyone, as he was surrounded by thousands of troops and attacked by hundreds of martial arts masters. Even with his formidable strength, he didn't dare delay for a moment, or else he would end up being hacked to death by random knives.

  "Master, this person's kung fu is too high, he must be a top-notch expert, not easy to deal with. I think it's better for me to take action. We must strike him down as soon as possible, otherwise, if we let him escape, the consequences will be severe."

  After watching the battle scene for a moment, Luo Qing's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he asked Luo Chongshan to take command.

  A top martial artist, among the post-heavenly martial artists, is already an extremely powerful expert. Whether or not he is a Wind Chaser Thief, having a feud with a first-rate master will make one's life uneasy.

  "Alright, be careful."

  Taking a look at the battlefield, it was indeed unfavorable for their side, Luo Zhongshan nodded and said.

  Over a hundred second-rate and third-rate warriors besieged the black-clad man, with third-rate warriors making up the majority, while there were no more than ten second-rate warriors. If one more second-rate warrior could provide assistance, it would be of great help in either leaving or killing the black-clad man.

  "Lu Qingyun, be extremely careful, don't be reckless, or you'll lose your life."

  Lu Qiushui's face turned slightly pale as she said.

  Even though Luo Qiu Shui had seen many strong warriors while traveling for her family's business, she had never truly seen a top-notch expert go all out before.

  Lu Autumn Water calmed down again, after all, she was just a woman. When encountering such an expert, her heart would inevitably be somewhat frightened. At this time, even the people close to her wanted to kill her, and her heart was even more worried.

  "Don't worry, miss, I'll be careful."

  He glanced at Luo Qiushui and said with a serious face, as if making an oath.

  She moved swiftly and quietly, approaching the battlefield from a diagonal direction behind the black-clad man, clearly intending to launch a sneak attack.

  A dagger, wielding the power of a heavy machine gun, the black-clad man's moves were razor-sharp, each strike sending flying a knife or sword, and even an axe. His feet were also deadly, and as he ran, he could unleash a flurry of kicks that sent a martial artist flying, spitting out three liters of blood.

  Just as he was about to make the killing blow, a sudden sound of an object cutting through the air came from the left rear. The black-clad man's expression changed slightly, and his body tilted slightly to avoid being hit by a stone.

  This sudden attack of hidden weapons was like opening a mechanism, and from all sides, a series of hidden weapons shot out rapidly, producing a continuous piercing sound that was quite ear-piercing.

  Many hidden weapons came, the black-clothed man's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, almost becoming a knot. At the same time, his body was like a spinning top, rapidly rotating and rising, almost forming a tornado.

  "Ding Dong."

  The sound of metal clashing echoed out, unceasingly rising, as the black-clad figure spun around, their dagger flashing in and out, employing various techniques to send all the incoming hidden weapons flying.

  A burst of sounds amidst which all hidden weapons were swept away, some even flew out and injured some of the Lu family's warriors.

  At this moment, the man in black knocked away all the hidden weapons and gained a temporary safe distance. A faint sword light came quietly and struck silently.

  Luo Qingyun did not disappoint as a key martial artist of the Luo family, not only was his martial arts skills good, but he also knew how to use his brain. The wave of hidden weapon attacks earlier was initiated by him, and now he seized the opportunity to make a swift and fierce move.

  Within three feet of the sword's light, the man in black clothes suddenly realized and twisted his body to force open the sword's killing blow. The dagger in his hand also went forward to block it.

  With a crisp "ding" sound, the dagger just blocked the long sword's killing blow, but due to the black-clad man's hasty response, he still failed to completely block it.

  With a "ting" sound, the long sword slightly deviated and stabbed into the shoulder of the black-clothed man. The night-traveling clothes were cut open, and a thread of fresh blood flowed out.

  As a top-notch master, the black-clad man's strength was simply too overwhelming. Under the siege of over a hundred third-rate and second-rate warriors, he didn't suffer any injuries for half a minute. It wasn't until Luo Qingyun took action, using all sorts of methods, that he finally managed to wound him, and it seemed like the injury wasn't even severe.