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Chapter 295 Beheading Generals
In an instant, Chen Dahai abandoned reloading the arrow box and sprinted towards his opponent in his wheelchair.
This left the battalion commander's brother-in-law completely dumbfounded. Were these people crazy?
You guys... the fastest runner is a cripple?
The two men attacked him from both sides.
He quickly realized that this man in the crossbow wheelchair must be less capable in close combat.
He witnessed Zhong Ming's close-combat abilities, and given that he was also flying in the air, it was clearly more difficult for him to gain an advantage in close combat. Perhaps...
They fought off the hook-and-sickle spears swung down from the sky, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack the wheelchair-bound man.
He activated several shields, concentrating his power primarily above them, and took a "belt" from his waist.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a soft sword with an absurdly high level of flexibility.
He rotated the soft sword around his body to adjust its position, and finally made an "over-the-shoulder throw" move, forcefully throwing the soft sword off his shoulder.
The front of the soft sword was still swinging rapidly on his shoulder, bending like a long whip, while the rear end had already been swung out, gradually straightening, incredibly hard, and with a powerful cutting force.
Facing Chen Dahai charging towards him, he calculated the moment precisely, the tip of his sword destined to pierce his chest and pin his heart to his wheelchair.
However, Chen Dahai said, "Do you think this is the limit of my speed?"
As he approached his opponent, the wheelchair suddenly accelerated. Chen Dahai sat upright, charging forward with unwavering composure, his hand lightly pressing against the side.
Chen Dahai knows swordsmanship, yes, he only knows one move.
Its name is: Strike Stance.
It is particularly effective when the enemy makes large movements.
He gripped his cane with one hand and slashed forward with a sudden horizontal strike, seizing the moment when the enemy raised his hand and smashing it into the shield on his chest. The force of the blow was immense, carrying the unparalleled momentum of the wheelchair, almost sending the enemy and his shield flying.
At this moment, Zhong Ming saw Chen Dahai even earlier than this fool. He slightly pointed his spear backward and changed the direction of the mother and son swords, so that the swing of "Great Heat" came from behind and above the opponent.
This was truly a pincer attack; the enemy's shield, caught in the middle, was compressed into an oval shape, a curtain of light shattered, and a dazzling display of light erupted.
Cracks spread across his last line of defense.
When faced with a life-or-death situation, his blood boiled. A commander who had been beheaded in a nine-on-three battle? I'll at least replace one of them.
He recklessly continued to smash forward with the soft sword, even though the pressure on his chest made it hard for him to breathe and blood was choking him, he was still determined to continue fighting.
At some point, Chen Dahai withdrew his sword slightly. Given the speed of the wheelchair, it must have taken incredible hand speed to do that. He flicked his sword upwards, briefly pausing the soft sword, then twirled it and swept past him.
There's nothing more to do. This idiot... he's already lost.
Zhong Ming's Great Heat technique failed to break through the opponent's defense, which was slightly surprising. However, even with such a strong defense, there was only a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining inside.
Zhong Ming had practiced countless times how to deal with tough enemies of low cultivation levels when fighting the merfolk.
Spring and Autumn Period Hook and Sickle Spear Techniques - Grain Rain
Countless thrusts pierced the weak points of the defense, causing the brilliant cracks in the enemy's armor to widen continuously, consuming an astronomical amount of spiritual energy from the defenders.
In the blink of an eye, the defenses crumbled completely.
Zhong Ming turned and left without even glancing at him.
As he turned, the spear tip left, but the spear shaft arrived in an instant. The spear rapidly spun around Zhong Ming's waist, and the spear shaft struck his ribs with a side-smashing motion, like a hammer breaking through an enemy formation, sending him flying off the platform.
This guy is nothing to fear, and can't even be considered a major opponent.
The two powerful body cultivators are the most important targets of their battle.
One of them was charging towards Chen Dahai from the front, while the other leaped up, not only blocking Zhong Ming's escape route to fly again, but also using the momentum of his descent to make the power of his golden mace even more terrifying.
Zhong Ming: "Hehe."
Reaching out his left hand, Zhong Ming grabbed Chen Dahai's wheelchair and flew out with a "whoosh," so fast that he flew sideways.
Chen Dahai also felt the wheelchair pause noticeably, but then its speed increased even further.
Not only was there an acceleration device on the wheelchair, but Zhong Ming was also using sword control techniques to have the mother and child swords push him forward from behind.
Their speed was so great that the swirling winds around them were highly lethal. Chen Dahai's ordinary clothes began to tear, revealing the protective armor he wore underneath.
The powerful cultivator directly in front of him was completely unafraid. His body was filled with spiritual light, which suddenly turned gray, like a charging steel giant. He had brass knuckles on his hands and had been gathering his strength for a long time. He was ready to throw a punch while running.
Chen Dahai made an emergency turn, leaving another long gray trail on the ground, and Zhong Ming was swung like a whip towards the enemy.
Originally, the opponent could have landed a punch on Zhong Ming's shin, but Zhong Ming immediately bent his leg and used the centrifugal force to escape the enemy's punch.
Just when the opponent thought the attack was going to be fruitless and could only resort to unleashing a barrage of punches to intimidate the enemy, with the best outcome being nothing more than getting Zhong Ming's backside ripped open...
Some things were still thrown out by centrifugal force.
Yes, mother and child swords.
The longsword no longer propelled the wheelchair; instead, it slid down Zhong Ming's back in a sword-carrying posture and slipped out through the gap between his legs.
The man saw a flash of cold light between the legs of the person in front of him and immediately realized that something was wrong. It was too late to stop, so he could only lower his arm slightly. Although he escaped with his life, a terrible and hideous wound was cut into his arm, and blood gushed out immediately.
After turning the corner, Zhong Ming discovered that they had not moved away from the enemy's formation, but instead were charging into the enemy's territory.
Flowering from the center!
The two moved so quickly that the other opponents didn't have time to react. It was true that the large umbrella had powerful defensive capabilities, but it was also true that it blocked the view. The Qi Refining stage cultivators had not yet mastered the use of divine sense, and Chen Dahai took advantage of the situation.
The three cultivators who were controlling the umbrella immediately disassembled the large umbrella and divided it into three parts, which were then used to cover Zhong Ming.
The umbrella handle, like a sword, pierces through.
The umbrella's surface is like a pocket, holding the world within.
The umbrella ribs scattered, a thousand needles swirling.
The three sets of magical artifacts, when separated, possess boundless destructive power; when combined, they form an impenetrable fortress, making them quite formidable.
Chen Dahai casually lifted his leg, and the raging flames burning on his left foot transformed into a fire dragon that coiled around his cane. This strike was no weaker than the previous one.
The umbrella spun around and instantly covered the two of them. This is the principle of using softness to overcome hardness, and using softness to overcome hardness. Even metal and stone cannot overcome it.
The fire dragon disagreed.