Dominating Martial King
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340: Chapter 218: Refocusing (Please Subscribe) 340: Chapter 218: Refocusing (Please Subscribe) Xia Qingtian’s figure was like a wolf running on the ground as he rapidly plundered along while always maintaining vigilance.

They pressed forward and saw nothing but the retreating soldiers ahead.

From Jiudao Dock, White Cloud Village, Black Blade Village, and Qingshan Castle, all were discarding their armor and retreating en masse.

Xia Qingtian did not stop them; the situation was not right for standing firm.

The brothers from Jiudao Dock were his capital, and he could not afford to lose them here.

Just as the two penetrated about one hundred twenty yards into the fog, Baiyun Village Chief Meng Yunshan’s pupils suddenly tightened: “Found him!”

His eyesight was slightly sharper than Xia Qingtian’s.

At this moment, seventy yards in front of them, Xii Quan was fiercely battling a burly man wearing an iron mask.

The man was exceptionally stout, about twelve feet tall, with his entire body covered in chunky, entwined muscles, resembling an iron tower.

The man’s body hair was extremely dense, with reddish scales on his chest and arms.

In his hands, he held two gigantic machetes.

The machetes were about six feet long and three feet wide, almost as broad as a door.

Yet, in his hands, they seemed as ordinary as a kitchen knife.

Each swing from the man was heavy as a mountain, his aura fierce as he smashed towards Xii Quan’s direction.

Xii Quan’s slender figure, in turn, seemed like a real bamboo pole, swaying everywhere under the impact of the giant machetes.

“Half-demon?”

Xia Qingtian and Meng Yunshan were both taken by surprise and exchanged glances.

It all made sense now.

No wonder the Fifth-Grade Martial Cultivator from West Mountain Hall was so elusive; he turned out to be a fifth-Grade half-demon!

At this time, Xii Quan shouted angrily, “What are you dawdling for?

Come and help me!”

He was holding a Soft Sword, desperately defending against the opponent’s giant machetes.

Xii Quan was taking the agility route, his movement technique involving myriad forms and deceptively unpredictable, his Soft Sword light and swift, changing mysteriously.

However, the fifth-Grade half-demon in front of him was preventing him from speeding up or changing his tactics.

No matter how exquisite and meticulous Xii Quan’s sword skills were, a single swing from his opponent could disrupt them.

He had already managed to pierce the opponent’s body three times with his ultimate sword speed, but it was like stabbing a steel plate with chopsticks, penetrating at most half an inch before being repelled.

This guy had even cultivated the human Martial Cultivator’s Cross Training Dominating Body ‘Great Strength Vajra Skill,’ and at least to the ninth realm, his entire body as hard as steel!

The only vulnerabilities were the fragile facial orifices and a hidden ‘vulnerable spot’ somewhere on his body.

However, the fifth-Grade half-demon had protected these weaknesses well, leaving no chance for Xii Quan to exploit.

At this moment, the only option was to rely on the two behind him to pierce the opponent’s facial orifices within a hundred breaths.

If they could not manage it within a hundred breaths, Xii Quan would have to consider retreating.

The opponent’s heavy machete had caused his Qi-Blood in the chest to churn, sending shockwaves through his internal organs.

Xii Quan’s Soft Sword was also struggling to hold up; although it was a fifth-grade magic tool, it was not suited for tough head-on clashes and wouldn’t last much longer.

But just as Xii Quan was looking forward to his companions’ assistance, a cold laugh echoed through the mist.

“No one can help them!”

At this moment, another figure suddenly flew out from the mist.

It was another Iron-faced Man, equally stout, with dense body hair and reddish scales on his chest and arms.

However, his body was a bit smaller, measuring just over ten feet tall.

As this Iron-faced Man flew out from the mist, he swung a pair of heavy machetes directly at ‘Jinghong Blade’ Xia Qingtian.

Xia Qingtian responded with extreme swiftness.

He slid back, his blade swift as a startled swan, directly chopping towards the opponent’s throat.

But the man’s throat was like an iron plate and with a ‘clank’ sound,

Xia Qingtian’s Sixth-Grade treasure sword managed only to scratch a white mark on the Iron-faced Man’s neck, producing a shower of sparks,

Xia Qingtian not only failed to injure the Iron-faced Man but also gave the man a chance to strike him in the chest.

Xia Qingtian used the back of his blade to block at the last moment yet was still sent flying back twenty-one yards by the tremendous force, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Brother Meng, be careful, this man has Sixth Grade Upper cultivation, battle power of the Fifth Grade!”

He alerted Baiyun Village Chief Meng Yunshan, who was just smashing his blade on the Iron-faced Man’s arm.

Sparks flew everywhere, the Vigorous Force surging.

But soon after, Meng Yunshan was hit three times in succession by the Iron-faced Man’s heavy machete and sent flying twenty-one yards away.

His situation was even worse than Xia Qingtian’s, not only did his nose bleed profusely, but his shoulder also got slashed.

However, what dumbfounded Meng Yunshan was that just after he had stabilized himself, he noticed Xii Quan streaking past him at high speed.

Baiyun Village Chief Meng Yunshan first felt stunned, then his face turned as pale as paper.

This Xii Quan, the Chief House General sent by the Sheen Family, just ran away like that?

‘Jinghong Blade’ Xia Qingtian also fled.

After warning Meng Yunshan, he turned around and sprinted towards the outside of the mist.

The adversaries were two cross-trained half-demons, one at the peak of Fifth Grade Lower, and the other with battle power equivalent to the Fifth Grade.

Under such circumstances, how could they possibly overcome them?

If they didn’t flee now, they would all die here.

However, Xii Quan’s speed was clearly faster than his.

Jinghong Blade Xia Qingtian fled the most quickly and decisively, yet Xii Quan managed to leave him behind in just the duration of two flicks of a finger.

As he brushed past him, he even swung his sword towards him.

The snake-like sword light slowed him by half a step and forced him to halt, facing the pursuing fifth-Grade half-demon from behind!

In an instant, Xia Qingtian was overwhelmed with rage and frustration.