Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1106 - 288: Royal Reserve Team_3

Chapter 1106: Chapter 288: Royal Reserve Team_3

The scene was truly terrifying!

The Tiger Man warriors’ faces held a trace of scorn as they watched the Snow Camel charge in. They didn’t even budge, just deftly raised their axe-spears for a thrust, and the Snow Camel Cavalry, who were already in a state of descent, had their camel bellies pierced through. Taige warriors then swung their axe-spears backward with force, causing the Snow Camel, along with its rider saddled on back, to be flung backward onto the sandy ground, splattering blood.

Even though they leveraged the power of inertia, the explosive strength of the Taige warriors was clearly formidable.

More than a hundred Snow Camel Cavalrymen, like a school of fish caught in a flood, repeatedly met the same fate. The six hundred sixty-five Taige warriors arranged in two longitudinal rows almost passed the inertial-charged Snow Camel Cavalry back and forth like a relay baton, tossing them toward the rear into the sandy ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

To the right, charging ferociously and leaping at the reins, over a hundred Snow Camel Cavalrymen faced the even stronger single combatants of the Rhine Tribe. Due to the divide between the Liger clans, three hundred thirty-five Lionman warriors held their great swords in hand and consciously split into two directions from the Taige, with the Tiger Men on the left and the Lionmen occupying the right flank.

In the face of the Snow Camel Cavalrymen leaping in mid-air, these majestic royal warriors used only twenty frontline fighters to leap and strike, annihilating these hundred or more Mulan riders!

The Rhine warriors who faced them simply executed the most basic jump and chop with their Viking great swords in hand.

Leap, chop, leap again, chop again, continue leaping, continue chopping!

It was that simple. They didn’t even bother using advanced sword techniques like "Thundering Heavy Slash" yet the proud Snow Camel Cavalrymen were cleaved in half along with their camels by the great swords of the Rhine warriors.

The Mulan Mojie, who were always famed for their exquisite saber techniques, couldn’t even manage an effective block. Faced with the mighty great swords, they, like the camels they rode, had no escape and could only watch helplessly as they were cut into two pieces.

One rider, one sword, nothing more was needed, and over a hundred Mulan riders were swiftly destroyed—the sword techniques of the Rhine Tribe were already renowned throughout Aegean for their fluidity and directness.

The feet of the Rhine great swordsmen landed lightly on the scorching sand, and as their swords pointed diagonally, fresh blood trickled down the grooves in the blades like a babbling brook.

These twenty Rhine great swordsmen reversed the backs of their swords and gently blew the beads of blood off the edges. There wasn’t a single spot of blood on their chainmail; during the slashing left and right, their clever use of force had effortlessly kept them clear of the spray of blood.

After their turn, the gaze of the two regiments of warriors was like that of deities that looked down upon all living beings from the summit of the universe. Following their action, not a single Hauss archer took another shot at these foolishly ignorant Mulan riders; there was simply no need!

Regrettably, two equally great factions of Bimon warriors actually started to look askance at each other. The Taige warriors revealed a faint mocking smile at the corners of their mouths, occasionally glancing at the ground under their feet.

They had not moved a single step from start to finish, while twenty Rhine warriors had left the ranks.

That subtle mockery, ingrained in their bones, was something only warriors as formidable as they could truly understand.

The Rhine warriors, resting on their great swords, responded to the Taige with the same sneering smiles, using their gaze to tell these old tigers to take a look behind before speaking.

About ten Mulan riders pushed themselves up with their curved swords and shakily rose from the blood-soaked sea of corpses.

When the Taige warriors used inertia to smash the Snow Camels to the rear, they focused on complicated techniques and smart force application; all the Snow Camels thrown in the air piled up on each other as they hit the ground.

These ten or so Mulan riders were the last to be smashed atop the pile of corpses. Although their bodies were battered, with broken muscles and bones, and they were utterly dazed, luckily no more camels fell on their heads afterward. After gasping for a moment, they managed to stand swaying.

When the Taige warriors turned and saw this, their expressions abruptly changed, the black "King" character in the center of their brows first constricted into a "river," then angrily unfurled.

Twenty of the fiercest Taige warriors heavily planted their blood-drenched axe-spears into the sand and strode forward, slowly advancing towards the ten or so Mojie of Mulan, who had rolled down from the pile of corpses.

These Mulan riders still had swords in their hands and wanted to fight on, but the broken bones caused them to collapse as soon as they stood up. Then, using their swords as supports, they gritted their teeth and rose once more.

A fight between those not on the same level was meaningless. Even without axe-spears, these Taige warriors were still the most ferocious killing machines.

Whip-like tiger tails wrapped around the ankles of these Mulan Mojie, and in pairs, the Taige warriors pulled at the Mojie’s bodies as if playing tug-of-war, stretching them out straight.

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This is to make up for yesterday.