Chapter 57: A Mere Clown—If Killed, So Be It

Under two strikes, enemies were either killed or heavily wounded, leaving corpses scattered across the fields!
Those who could force him to unleash a third strike were exceedingly rare, practically negligible, and invariably elite warriors among the enemy ranks.
He was like a blood-drenched Asura, slaughtering madly through the enemy formation. Wherever he passed, bodies littered the ground and blood flowed into rivers.
The number of enemy soldiers fallen beneath his blade had already surpassed a hundred. He was simply a god of slaughter!
"Who else?!" Zhao Ergou, intoxicated by the thrill of the kill, let out a long, skyward roar. His voice brimmed with overwhelming dominance and wild arrogance, as if between heaven and earth, he alone was supreme!
"Go to hell!"
Suddenly, a piercing blade gleam struck from the flank, vicious and swift like a venomous snake thrusting its tongue, aiming straight for Zhao Ergou's vital points!
"Clang!" With a deafening roar, Zhao Ergou felt an immense, ox-like force crash into him, numbing the web of his hand and nearly sending his saber flying. "Damn it, this brute actually packs quite a punch!"
Light-footed and agile, he quickly retreated a few paces to put some distance between them, taking the opportunity to size up his opponent.
Standing before him was a Rongdi brute, eight chi tall, with a massive frame and muscles like knotted iron towers. The man grinned hideously at him, his gaze reminiscent of someone looking at a lamb waiting for slaughter.
A thick, potent stench of blood emanated from this brute, making him look precisely like a demon crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, chilling one to the bone.
The saber in his hand was wider and heavier than standard blades, stained crimson with fresh blood and flashing with a bloodthirsty gleam. At a single glance, it was clearly no ordinary weapon.
"A Martial Master!" Zhao Ergou's eyes lit up. Judging from the aura radiating from his opponent, he could conclude with certainty that this was a Rongdi Martial Master!
Furthermore, his strength was definitely not weak, at least at the mid-stage Martial Master realm or above!
"Ha, a proper opponent at last!" Zhao Ergou licked his lips, excitement sparkling in his eyes. The blood within him began to boil, and his battle intent surged forth like an erupting volcano!
Did a mere Rongdi Martial Master dare to act arrogant in front of him?
"Die!" Zhao Ergou roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the souls of men.
Taking the initiative, his saber transformed into a streak of lightning, carrying fierce killing intent straight toward the Rongdi giant!
"Three Sabers of the Ferocious Wolf: Blade in the Rainy Night!" The moment Zhao Ergou struck, it was a finishing move. The blade light fell like rain, dense and ferocious, as though intending to tear everything apart!
When dealing with such small fry, did he, Zhao Ergou, need to hold anything back?
"Three Sabers of the Ferocious Wolf: Sweeping Slash to Slay the Sparrow!" His saber stance shifted, graceful and untraceable like an antelope hanging its horns by its-horns, slashing toward the Rongdi giant's neck from a bizarre angle!
This strike was tricky and vicious, impossible to guard against!
"Three Sabers of the Ferocious Wolf: Night Battle across All Directions!" Immediately after, the stance shifted once more, turning savage and domineering like a howling gale and driving rain, sweeping across all directions and leaving no place to escape!
This strike was utterly imposing, fully displaying Zhao Ergou's peerless grace!

These three strikes were Zhao Ergou's ultimate techniques, and the foundation of his courage to challenge a Martial Master!
In his view, once these three strikes were unleashed, wouldn't this Rongdi brute obediently capture himself?
That Rongdi giant was named Tuoba Lin, a chiliarch in the Rongdi army, possessing the cultivation of a late-stage Martial Master. His vitality surged, and his combat prowess was astonishing.
Originally, he had been locked in combat with elite defenders of Yanmen Pass, but seeing Zhao Ergou slaughtering indiscriminately through the battlefield with no one able to stop him, he could not resist stepping in.
To him, Zhao Ergou was merely a clown putting on an act; killing him would be as simple as that.
Yet, facing Zhao Ergou's fiercely peerless blade technique, Tuoba Lin could not help feeling startled.
He had never imagined that a Qin person who merely looked like a pinnacle Martial Practitioner could erupt with such formidable combat strength. Moreover, this saber technique was exquisite to the extreme and reeked of such intense killing intent that even his heart skipped a beat.
This brat was somewhat interesting!
"Die!" Tuoba Lin roared in fury, driving all his vitality until his entire body seemed enveloped in a layer of red battle aura!
He was no pushover; how could he be frightened by a mere punk?
The saber in his hand likewise grew even more savage, every strike carrying the force to split mountains and cleave rocks, violently colliding with Zhao Ergou's weapon!
"Clang, clang, clang!" A continuous series of metallic clashes rang out, sending sparks flying and deafening all who heard.
Zhao Ergou instantly felt his pressure multiply; the opponent's vitality was as scorching as magma, making it somewhat difficult for him to breathe.
He grinned widely, thinking to himself, "This brute has some tricks up his sleeve!"
Driving his inner true essence to the absolute limit, he charged like a bloodthirsty beast, madly trading blows with Tuoba Lin.
"Come on, you brute, let Ergou-ge see your true capabilities!" While hacking furiously with his saber, he hurled taunts. His arrogant demeanor was enough to make anyone want to pin him to the ground and rub his face in the dirt!
The two exchanged blows blade against blade, fighting until the sun and moon lost their luster.
Surrounding soldiers were drawn to this earth-shattering duel, stopping to watch. Such a clash between experts was a rare sight indeed!
"So strong!"
"Which battalion's vanguard captain is this man?"
"So young, yet capable of rivaling a late-stage Rongdi Martial Master expert—truly terrifying!"
The surrounding defenders of Yanmen Pass watched Zhao Ergou's ferocity and could not help exclaiming in repeated amazement.
Suddenly, a soldier cried out in alarm, "I know him! He's the very same Zhao Ergou who led a raid deep into enemy lines, turned their camp upside down, and galloped across the grasslands to slaughter enemies before bringing back a thousand warhorses!"
"It's him?!"

"He's not even from our battalion, so why has he run up to the ramparts to kill the enemy?"
"So young!"
"This youth is simply terrifying. If he doesn't die here, he is bound to make his name known throughout the world."
Hearing this, the onlookers grew even more astonished, casting gazes filled with awe and admiration toward Zhao Ergou. This kid was nothing short of a legend!
"Boom!"
A thunderous explosion echoed, ringing so loudly in people's ears that it felt as though heaven and earth were about to collapse!
Within the Rongdi grand army, two figures soared into the air like massive black eagles, hurtling swiftly toward Yanmen Pass.
The aura emanating from these two individuals was suffocatingly powerful, pressing down upon everyone's hearts like two towering mountains—so heavily that it made it hard to breathe, almost stopping their heartbeats!
"Wang Li, come out and face your death!"
One of them, clad in black robes, spoke. His voice rolled across the sky like muffled thunder, echoing throughout the entirety of Yanmen Pass.
This voice seemed to carry boundless pressure, striking terror into the hearts of everyone who heard it!
Whether they were the defenders of Yanmen Pass or the soldiers of Rongdi, all felt this horrifying sense of oppression. Their faces turned deathly pale, and their bodies trembled.
The common folk inside the city were startled by the voice and began discussing it anxiously. Some guessed, "That must be an expert from the Rongdi side arriving!" Their tone was laden with worry.
...
"The Grandmasters have made their move!"
Seeing these two figures, the Rongdi soldiers who had swarmed up the ramparts instantly surged with vigor, their morale skyrocketing as if injected with chicken blood.
"Insolent!"
General Sima Xin of the Subduing Slaves roared in fury, his voice brimming with rage.
He wished he could charge up immediately and tear these two arrogant wretches to pieces, but alas, his strength fell short, leaving him with no choice but to glare impotently.
"Boom!"
Right at that moment, a figure leapt up from the city tower, appearing high in the sky.