Chapter 69 Belongs to the Turtle

  "Little kid, everyone says you're good at causing trouble. Our Lao Da has heard about you coming to the elite camp very early on and was thinking of finding you, but he soon changed his mind. He said that even if we didn't go looking for you, you would definitely jump out and deliver yourself to death. And indeed, in just a few days, you've managed to offend Xiao Ge, congratulations are in order!" Liao Hui said with a fake smile.

  The people around were even more confused, Lao Da, of course, was Luo Ming, the first and latest ranking of Lu Cunying's fifth in the whole army, higher than Xiao Li. This kid is really awesome, provoking so many powerful people.

  The corner of Qibing's mouth twitched, this guy was too good at causing trouble, could it be that Qibing would really be expelled from now on.

  Shui Jing was mentally prepared for this, he knew about Wu Yue's recent experiences like the back of his hand. The Jinbing Camp and the various forces of Beidou were intertwined in a complex manner. Luo Ming was the older brother of Luo Teng, who had almost died at Wu Yue's hands, so it was only natural that he came seeking revenge.

  "Hey, isn't this the Qibing group that suddenly became powerful? What's going on, you think you're strong now and want to cause trouble? Unfortunately, we were planning to visit your place again, but it seems you're busy, so let's wait for now!"

  Another voice came from the scene, following the past, it was indeed Cai Ge of the Giant Gate Camp, but he is no longer in a dominant position now. There was also someone standing beside him, tall and powerful, even bigger than Jiu Zhi's stature. I don't know what rank he holds in the Giant Gate Camp. There were also several small soldiers around, pointing and whispering, it turned out to be those who had been driven out of Klauder's blacksmith shop before.

  "You've lost your general, now you want to come as a guest? You still expect us to welcome you?" Wu Ya replied with a cold smile.

  "Whoa..."

  Another shout of surprise immediately came from around, Cai Ge although not a big shot, but at least was one of the hundred or so wandering in the elite camp, unexpectedly lost to this kid, who is this kid, how did he not make it into the rankings? The Qi Bing Zu, isn't this supposed to be the worst, most dirty, and termite-like team? How does it look like that's not the case?

  Cai Ge's face suddenly turned bright red, but soon became a cold smile: "You just got lucky, what's so great about that? Come again and I can easily take you down. You'd better deal with the situation at hand first, hope you still have a chance to challenge me."

  "Let Lu Xun and Ju Meng Xun live for now. Don't give them too much momentum. Wait a bit, I'll leave some breathing room for you."

  Xiao Li didn't expect that Wu Ya actually had some reputation, but this was nothing to him. He was the first of Wenqu Camp and didn't even put Liao Hui in his eyes, let alone some Cai Ge. Seeing Wu Ya receive so much attention made him feel unfulfilled.

  Wenquying's elite troops mostly rely on swords as their mainstay, and gentlemen love swords. Every member of Wenquying thinks they are a gentleman, existing like refined scholars, making them the most "feminine" battalion in the elite troops, also considered both the weakest and strongest. Weakest refers to their direct combat ability being the worst, while strongest refers to their brains; almost every one of them is skilled at deploying troops, plotting strategies, and many actions require their planning and execution, often yielding remarkable results.

  Xiao Li's combat strength can't be ranked sixth in the entire elite battalion, it's really hard to say. Maybe there are many "cultural" bonus points inside, but even so, he is still stronger than many people, and no one dares to underestimate him.

  A white sword light flashed out, shooting a brilliant beam of light towards Wuyue. With this sword light, he also rushed forward, losing such a big face, he had long since lost any gentlemanly demeanor. Get rid of the person in front of him who dared to be disrespectful to him first, three moves, in his heart, he had already set a goal, within three moves, he must make this person fall down. He had already felt Wuyue's strength, high-level martial arts master, a whole level higher than him. What kind of rare soldier was this kid? Three moves, overestimating him.

  Wu Ya felt an immense pressure, let out a sigh, and the gap in their levels was indeed difficult to make up for. He had no choice, not that he didn't want to use his sword, but rather there wasn't a normal sword by his side. The newly repaired four-stage long spear directly thrust upwards.

  "Boom..."

  The disparity in levels caused Wu Ya to retreat continuously, and Xiao Li floated past the long spear with a fluttering white robe, as if sliding along the long spear. The whole person was elegant and handsome, and normally should have been able to attract countless screams from beauties, but unfortunately the footprints on the white robe were still so obvious.

  "Clang......"

  Another loud clang of metal, Wu Yue didn't know what was happening, but he somehow managed to reverse the spear handle and block this fatal sword. The spear technique of Qixing Divine Spear wasn't something to be trifled with, naturally it had many defensive moves. "Chitu" let out an excited cry, of course mixed in was dissatisfaction, because Wu Yue was still too weak, unable to let it display its full strength.

  After sealing Xiao Li's sword, Wu Yue's hands were numbed by the shock, and he gritted his teeth to steady himself. He pulled back the long spear with a "well" shape blade, which was hooked behind Xiao Li's back.

  If he was hooked, Xiao Li would be directly pierced through, but Wu Yue didn't expect this move to work, it was just forcing him to retreat, there was no way, Xiao Li's third move had only been brewing for half a minute before he could only let it pass diagonally.

  Three moves have passed and his plan has fallen through.

  "Hmm...".

  Wu Ya took two deep breaths, seemingly simple but extremely treacherous. Although this was just a probe, he basically already knew the opponent's bottom line. His heart was greatly settled, although it would be very difficult to win, it wouldn't be a loss either. If they cooperated...the opportunity wasn't small.

  "The first in Wenyuan Camp is nothing more than this!"

  Xiao Li's face was very gloomy, after being reminded by Ju Zheng and Lu Cun, he had already highly estimated Wu Ya's strength, but he found that it was still underestimated. This guy is not an ordinary high-ranking martial artist, three moves have not even touched the corner of his clothes.

  "The sharpness of your tongue is admirable, but let's see how long you can withstand my sword."

  Xiao Li struck again, this time even faster than before, with an even more powerful force.

  Wu Ya stared intently at his movements, not daring to be careless, without the qualification to be careless. In a daze, he seemed to have seen something, furrowed his brow, and immediately relaxed again. Suddenly, his feet started to move in a swift and fierce manner, and he charged forward to meet him head-on.

  "Ahhh..."

  Suddenly, a dissatisfied voice of "Chì Tù" echoed in his mind, but he didn't care. He was determined to merge the two martial arts together. Previously, he had tried it on Luò Xīng Shí, but after throwing the long spear into the misty mountains, he hadn't tried again. It just so happened that today was a good day to practice and harmonize them. Unexpectedly, they blended smoothly in an instant, but still not enough.

  The battle came just in time!

  Wu Yue went forward to meet him, and then continued to defend himself, constantly unfolding his Wind Step technique. His heart was devoid of joy or sorrow, his mind filled only with the moves of the Wind God and "Red Hare". He didn't even notice when he got stabbed, blood flowing down from his shoulder. He continued to defend himself, occasionally finding opportunities for counterattacks. Although many people thought this was futile, Wu Yue didn't think so, because in his own calculations, his counterattacks were getting more precise, the frequency faster.

  He's so slow, is he a turtle?

  Xiao Li's attack was so ferocious, yet he couldn't break through his defense. Even if he did manage to break through, it would only leave a few sword marks behind. Hmm, could it be that the strongest warrior of the Wen Quan Camp had to resort to exhausting him to death?