Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1204 - 325: Learning from the Good Examples of the Boss_3

Chapter 1204: Chapter 325: Learning from the Good Examples of the Boss_3

"Damn, waiting for you!" Bellamy, with his slick stick-fighting skills, jumped up, completely smashed a Mulan cavalryman’s face, then kicked a camel next to him and whistled at the little Giant.

"Let’s do it like we planned!" Iverson chuckled.

In just a moment, all the Camel Cavalry near the city gate were either beaten away or lay dead on the ground. The steaming pools of blood dyed this entrance a tragic scene. These Bimon warriors acted with ruthless ferocity, leaving no survivors. By the time the last Mulan cavalryman was turned into a pretzel by six Mastiff Warriors swinging their clubs, no Mulanese warriors dared to approach this area anymore. A Cloud Ladder set up here was swept away with a stick and broke into pieces of splintered wood.

Tens of meters away, a large group of Mulan cavalry stood dumbstruck, watching everything unfold. They had completely forgotten their identity. The opponent’s fierce and efficient fighting style, the horrifying power that left their bodies mangled without intact corpses, severely tugged at the nerves on their backs, causing uncontrollable trembling—from their bodies to their souls.

The screams from within the city sounded like a disaster on the eve of heaven and earth crumbling, turning every Mulanese face pallid upon hearing them.

Warriors surged back into the city gate en masse, leaving only Iverson, the little Giant, standing outside.

The sun was about to set, and the huge, noisy waves of agony reflected the evening clouds in a surreal haze.

This tiny figure, not even 1.2 meters tall, stood with his back to the horizon, leaning on a huge log that was almost eight times his height, looking like he was actually taking off his boots and knocking out the sand.

All the Mulan cavalrymen, tens of meters away, finally snapped back to reality, thoroughly enraged. There were still more than four hundred Camel Cavalrymen here, and this audacious little man dared to provoke them!

He was just one man! His companions had already retreated back into the city! And yet he dared to be so brazen!

About ten Camel Cavalry released a strange cry, "Dee-Lololo," straightened their long spears like a roaring desert gale, and heavily kicked up the sand as they charged at this oblivious little man!

Their movement and formation were as neat and standard as if cut by a knife!

Each long spear, though devoid of its spearhead, could pierce the strongest body at the heart, taking advantage of the camel’s momentum—a force roughly the thickness of a duck egg!

If even the Imperial Guard’s Heavy Cavalry lacked this ability, how could they vainly talk of protecting Lord Sultan!

A log swung in midair, forming a huge fan-shaped swipe, simultaneously knocking about ten Camel Cavalry down ten meters away. Each camel’s head was smashed into a bloody pulp, and the Mulan cavalrymen, like kites with their strings cut, screeched as they crashed into the city walls, their bones breaking and desperate cries resounding together.

How could this little man swing such a heavy log? This massive question totally bewildered the Mulan cavalrymen.

Commander Golemuhamedi of the Imperial Guard swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple spasming as if his neck was cut like a wild chicken.

Once!

And again!

He swung the log again! In the name of Moni!

One hit, one kill!

Under the watchful eyes of Golemuhamedi, the commander of the Imperial Guard, this diminutive figure swung the colossal log four times in rapid succession, annihilating nearly sixty brave and formidable Imperial Cavalrymen—all of whom were charging at him! Not a single one managed to escape his wrath!

He did not even turn around; he kept his back to the setting sun, his silhouette etched against the horizon!

A ten-meter-long log! How could any Mulan cavalry get close to him? He was like a farmer harvesting barley with a scythe!

Seeing his own troops hesitant and seemingly paralyzed by fear, the commander of the Imperial Guard, Golemuhamedi, let out a shriek akin to a woman seeing a cockroach, "Kill him! Kill him! You cowards! There are still hundreds of you! Charge..."

Perhaps the scolding from their commander from afar had an effect, or maybe they were too deep to retreat; another ten trembling Mulan cavalry approached, eyeing the camels struggling on the ground and shaking their reins—there was no room at the city gate. Though numerous, they couldn’t advance, but with so few, would they end up like their comrades before them, smashed into debris by this incredibly strong dwarf?

The hesitation and cowardice of the cavalry were even transmitted to the mounts beneath them. As the camels charged, not even a speck of dust was raised. These sensitive animals shed large tears in that moment, their instinct for self-preservation understanding the despair; their masters were sending them to die!

The thunderous sound of hoofbeats grew from slow to fast and, just as they neared Iverson, the ’Napoleon Giant’ violently turned his head—this was his first rotation since he had turned his back to the Mulanese!

This time he didn’t swing that invincible log, but his gaze transformed into a raging inferno, a fearsome flame that could make one’s scalp explode!

"Ehh-ha—Ehh-ha—"

First, a bizarre chorus of camel cries, followed by about a dozen camels suddenly g buckling under their front knees and collapsing. The cavalrymen, each sprawled face-first, swallowing mouthfuls of sand.

In the end, only three cavalrymen staggered to their feet, their murky blood spurting from gaping wounds like fountains, the rest of the Mulan cavalry either had their skulls smashed by the sheer force of impact or were knocked unconscious.

These three Mulan cavalry stood in front of the dwarf, less than three steps away, blood seeping across their faces, their despair merging with the lonely sunset. Bereft of weapons, bereft of strength, what was left for them to fight with?

In full view of the onlookers, the three Mulan cavalry, including Golemuhamedi among them, feared that the dwarf would, like Wo Tower people, smash their skulls one by one with the log, but Iverson did not.

He simply touched the faces of the three Mulan cavalry and then, with an almost gentle smile towards all the Mulanese, lifted the log and walked away.

"Clang!" The statue of the body with a man’s head and an ant’s torso shut once more.

Upon hearing this loud noise, Golemuhamedi, the commander of the Imperial Guard, shuddered involuntarily, unable to contain himself.