Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 188 - 130 Combat_2

Chapter 188: 130 Combat_2

Fang Zhixing called over his two best archers and crept forward with them into the hollow.

The distance from this hollow to the top of the tower was about one hundred meters.

At that moment, Luo Kezhao and Lu Anfu were leading a hundred martial artists, tiptoeing stealthily toward the left.

The slope was quite steep.

Soon, Fang Zhixing could no longer see them.

"Charge!"

Suddenly, Luo Peiyun bellowed loudly.

"Brothers, go!"

Ding Zhigang shouted at the top of his lungs and charged forward with his sword.

"Kill!"

A group of infantry roared as they ran forward, like a swarm of locusts passing by.

"Shoot!"

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing immediately raised his head and shouted in a deep voice.

Three hundred archers knelt on one knee, their bows drawn and ready, uniformly releasing arrows into the sky.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

The arrows rained down, streaking across the sky, falling toward Ancient Moon Village.

At a glance, the scene was quite spectacular.

However, the outcome was...

Some arrows flew over the top, shooting into the village.

Some arrows hit the wooden stake walls, and others fell outside the village.

"Whether you hit the target or not, keep shooting!" Fang Zhixing roared.

The three hundred archers got the message, releasing arrows non-stop without much thought.

"Enemy raid!"

Soon, the sound of gongs and drums spread from Ancient Moon Village.

The archers inside the four towers, with a high vantage point, began shooting arrows outward.

Fang Zhixing knelt on one knee, positioned an Arrow Bag filled with ordinary arrows upright on the ground, and then took out three arrows at a time, nocking them onto the bowstring together.

Whoosh!

The three arrows were released simultaneously, drawing a graceful arc as they flew into the tower.

"Aaah~"

Immediately, a scream followed, as an archer, clutching his chest, toppled directly from the tower, crashing heavily to the ground.

Fang Zhixing continued to draw his bow and release arrows without stopping.

Soon, the tower he was targeting fell silent.

Of the twenty archers, Fang Zhixing released arrows seven times, taking seven seconds, and took them all out.

Then, he aimed at the adjacent tower and began another shooting spree.

In the blink of an eye, he had taken down two towers.

But the other two towers were on the other side, at an awkward angle, not so easy to shoot at.

"Follow me!"

Fang Zhixing waved his hand, and the three hundred archers immediately rushed forward.

They stopped less than fifty meters away, where it was relatively open, with no cover around.

But there was no longer any need to worry about danger.

After all, the two towers that posed the greatest threat to them had already been taken care of by Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing quickly drew his bow and shot arrows.

At this time, Ding Zhigang and the others, holding shields, braved the sparse shower of arrows and charged to the gates of the village.

Only a few were unlucky, hit by arrows and forced to retreat.

"Go!"

Ding Zhigang blocked the village gate and rammed it heavily with his shoulder.

Meanwhile, some threw grappling hooks upwards and climbed up using them.

Others built ladder bridges and climbed up the ladders.

But soon, people peered down from the top and began throwing stones and pouring kerosene.

Whoosh whoosh~

Great fires started, with some dancing in the flames.

Others were hit and bled from their heads, rolling around in the flames.

The cries of battle filled the mountain forest, startling birds and beasts into flight.

"Die!"

Fang Zhixing took down another tower.

The last tower was also firmly suppressed by the rain of arrows from the three hundred archers.

"Hahaha, truly a divine archer!"

Luo Peiyun approached Ancient Moon Village unhurriedly, watching as fewer and fewer arrows were fired from the tower, and couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

After a short while, intense fighting noises suddenly emerged from inside the village.

Luo Peiyun quickened his pace, his face showing a hint of anticipation.

Soon, the village gate suddenly opened from the inside.

Luo Kezhao, holding a long sword, appeared inside, his face and collar stained with blood, his expressions fraught with deep killing intent.

"Brothers, kill!"

Witnessing this scene, Ding Zhigang and the others were greatly encouraged, roaring as they rushed into the village.

Just then, six figures darted out.

One burly brute quickly charged at Ding Zhigang, throwing a punch at his face.

Ding Zhigang was taken aback and in a rush, lifted his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and met the punch with a solid blow of his own.

Boom~

The two were simultaneously repelled.

Ding Zhigang’s face was twisted in pain, his left hand trembling violently, unable to stop himself from shaking it a few times.

"Burst Skill, Stone Breaking!"

The rough and burly man’s face was filled with murderous intent, barely pausing before charging again with both fists, punching like dragons.

Seeing this, Ding Zhigang’s expression couldn’t help but grow serious, his right hand gripping his long saber tightly as he chopped and cut.

The two tangled before the gate, fighting atop flames on the ground.

At Luo Kezhao’s side, he was entangled by two top fighters.

Lu Anfu also faced a refined and elegant middle-aged man, who turned out to be a Shadow Leopard from the One Beast Realm as well.

The two battled it out, competing in agility.

At that moment, Luo Peiyun arrived in front of the gate.

Suddenly, his form flickered, moving in front of Ding Zhigang, and he threw a punch.

Boom!

A figure flew backward.

It was the rough and burly man, who crashed heavily into the base of the tower, his body piercing through it.

The tower immediately slanted and then came crashing down.

The rough and burly man was buried under the rubble, obviously not going to survive.

"Thank you, my lord." Ding Zhigang was full of gratitude.

That rough and burly man was at the Perfection level of the Great Python Realm, much stronger than him; he wasn’t an opponent Ding Zhigang could defeat on his own.

"Luo Peiyun, it’s you!"

Suddenly, an angry voice echoed, roaring like a lion.

Everyone’s heart tightened, all feeling an immense sense of oppression.

Immediately after, a towering figure burst out from the depths of the village, landing in front of Luo Peiyun.

This man was bare-chested and barefoot, with disheveled hair, his chest and back covered with all kinds of ferocious and frightening scars.

He appeared to be around forty years old, with the eyes of a leopard and a ringed beard, his face radiating with wildness.

Luo Peiyun stood with his hands behind his back, indifferently asking, "Who are you, and who allowed you to call my name directly?"

The towering man laughed heartily, "I am Greedy Wolf."

Luo Peiyun scoffed, "Greedy Wolf is a man of strategy; you are not him."

The towering man spat, "Grandpa here is Greedy Wolf; standing in front of you, you still dare not recognize me?"

Luo Peiyun sneered, "At this moment, Greedy Wolf is in Qingfeng County. Do you think we don’t know where he’s hiding?"

The towering man’s face changed drastically, his muscles bulging violently as he fiercely struck out with a palm.

Luo Peiyun’s expression remained unchanged as he met the palm with his own.

Boom!

A ring of dust and debris spread out in a circle.

Thump thump thump! The towering man stumbled backward, his footfalls denting the ground.

Luo Peiyun stood unmoved, his face sporting a mocking smile.

"With such a puny strength, you dare to revolt?"

Luo Peiyun lightly tapped with his toes, surged towards the towering man with incredible speed, and landed a palm on his chest.

"Burst Skill, Tian Luo Heart Demolisher!"

The towering man’s face filled with horror as he suddenly opened his mouth, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.

Luo Peiyun was slightly surprised and quickly changed his move, dodging aside in a flash.

The towering man took the opportunity to fall back, drawing a deep breath and clutching his side, his face full of pain.

"Oh, you’ve injured yourself."

Luo Peiyun was momentarily taken aback before he realized what had happened, he chuckled, "I never thought someone would actually practice such a worthless martial art as ’Seven Injuries Fist’."

The towering man grinned, "Your grandpa here enjoys practicing it, what about it?"

He raised his hand and struck his own belly with a fist.

Spurt~

He spat out another mouthful of blood.

But his entire aura surged rapidly.

"Luo Peiyun, I’ve already killed four of the Luo Family; today I’ll kill you to make a full hand, and then I can tell everyone that I’ve killed a ’handful’ of the Luo Family, hahaha!"

The towering man charged out explosively, his speed much faster than before.

Luo Peiyun’s face remained calm as his hand reached for his waist, and he pulled out a Soft Sword.

That Soft Sword was slender and long, soft and sinuous, writhing constantly like a crawling snake.

Hiss hiss hiss~

Luo Peiyun leapt into the air, the Soft Sword making a chilling sound.

"Seven Injuries Fist!"

The towering man punched out, and a cluster of air currents faintly appeared in the air.

The two brushed past each other.

Luo Peiyun’s hair clasp broke, and his hair flew about.

The towering man landed, suddenly kneeling on the ground, his eyes bleeding profusely.

"Luo Peiyun, damn your mother, you’ve blinded my eyes!"

The towering man screamed.

Just one exchange, and his eyes had been pierced by the Soft Sword.

Luo Peiyun snorted softly, slowly saying, "You fools, just because you’ve learned a bit of crooked skills, do you really think you can defy the heavens and change your fate?"

The towering man stood up, listening carefully, then suddenly leaped up, swinging his fist again towards a spot.

Luo Peiyun sidestepped...