Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1403 - 1396: The Hunt War

Chapter 1403: Chapter 1396: The Hunt War

"Hmph, hmph..." Hearing her answer, Feng Ziang revealed a satisfied smile.

"Little Fengye, what’s the prey?" Hu Daoke widened his eyes at Feng, seeming to have guessed something too.

"There’s a convoy coming towards us along the road," Feng seriously replied.

"Oh, so that’s the prey," Hu Daoke said, pounding Cheng Ziang’s shoulder forcefully and added somewhat reproachfully, "If it’s a robbery, just say it’s a robbery. The moment you say robbery, that’s when I get excited."

"Are you trying to injure me so you can have all the spoils to yourself?" Cheng Ziang rubbed his benumbed shoulder, grimacing as he complained.

"So it’s like ’This road was built by me, these trees were planted by me, to pass this way, you must pay the toll’, is that it?" Hu Daoke gestured a few times, mimicking the tone of a bandit with his coarse voice.

"We’re here to cause trouble, not to become bandits. So first off, let’s agree on three rules: unarmed people must not be attacked, no misconduct towards women, and no..." Cheng Ziang cautioned.

"Alright, alright, alright, there are only three of us, who are you lecturing to, don’t you trust us?" Hu Daoke cut him off, clearly impatient.

"It’s simply implementing Luo’er’s policies," Cheng Ziang stated, "Sometimes you guys as well, if not reminded, everyone acts too big for their britches, strutting around as if they’re right about everything even when they’ve stepped in dog poop."

"Just drop it, if anyone’s going to criticize, it would be the boss, what right do you have to criticize us?" Hu Daoke gave him a contemptuous look, full of disdain.

After the commotion, the three of them covered their faces and donned hoods. They set up an ambush deep in the woods by the side of the road where the convoy was about to pass and quietly awaited their quarry.

Before long, a convoy of more than thirty people appeared around the road’s corner, the vehicles laden with goods, the leaders of the escort plump at the temples, riding tall horses at the forefront, eyes scanning the surroundings with an eagle-like sharpness.

These men wore simple but sturdy clothing and had weapons hung on their horse gear; one could tell at a glance that they were not easy targets. Cheng Ziang maintained a relative distance to avoid detection by their keen senses.

"Old Hu, go block the rear. Feng and I will take the front!" As the convoy entered the prearranged ambush zone, Cheng Ziang commanded Hu Daoke.

"Leave it to me." Hu Daoke gave a thumbs up, a confident expression on his face as he readied his weapon to depart.

"Be careful. If you run into danger, run towards us, don’t try to tough it out by yourself." Cheng Ziang grabbed him, cautioning with a hint of worry.

"Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m not a vegetarian," said Daoke confidently.

After sending Hu Daoke off and estimating that he had probably cut off the rear path, Cheng Ziang took a deep breath, exchanged a glance with Feng, then burst out of the bushes and positioned himself in the middle of the road.

The sturdy warriors were extremely alert; as soon as Feng and Cheng moved, they immediately sensed something and the entire convoy came to a halt.

"Who goes there?" Seeing two masked figures blocking the road, the warriors grew tense and demanded loudly.

"Which aristocratic family do you belong to?" Cheng Ziang asked in a not-so-fluent Kyushu dialect, casual and unruffled.

"I’m asking you, who are you?" The lead warrior pointed at him, shouting questioningly.

"The one asking questions now is me, don’t get confused," Cheng Ziang replied coldly. Along with his tone, Feng slowly drew his long sword, the Kedal blade flickering with a chilling brilliance.

Facing the threat, the warriors exchanged glances with each other and drew their various weapons. Their armory was diverse, consisting of knives and swords, and even those oddly-shaped double halberds.

"I’ll ask one more time, which aristocratic families do you belong to, if it’s the Yichuan Clan, I might let you go, if..." Cheng Ziang issued a substantial threat with a languid voice.

"What if we’re not?" Hearing his words, the warriors exchanged glances again, and the warrior leading them asked seriously.

"Hehe..." Cheng Ziang didn’t answer his question, but suddenly raised his hand and fired a shot.

As a booming explosion echoed through the forest, a warrior screamed and tumbled off his horse. Seeing their companion’s terrible state, the other warriors spurred their horses and charged toward Cheng Ziang.

At the same time, Feng also surged past Cheng Ziang, swinging her sword at the warriors. As a master of the Royal Dao, it took her merely two slashes to chop the warriors’ steeds into a chaotic mess, forcing the warriors to dismount and engage in close combat.

Simultaneously, continuous gunfire erupted from the rear of the convoy, throwing the entire caravan into disarray. Hearing the gunfire behind them, the leading warrior waved his hand and gave an order; several warriors quickly headed toward the rear of the convoy.

"Feng, finish them off, I’ll go and join up with Old Hu!" Cheng Ziang said, holding a gun in one hand and drawing a long knife with the other, rushing toward those few warriors.

The other warriors wanted to stop him, but they were quickly blocked by Feng. At first, the warriors underestimated their small-statured opponent, but soon they realized something was terribly wrong.

They tried to engage Feng in close quarters combat, but what shocked them was that their weapons were effortlessly chopped in half by her long sword as soon as they made contact, offering no resistance whatsoever.

Within just a few exchanges, several warriors’ weapons were severed, and they quickly retreated, staring in disbelief at their broken weapons. The cut surfaces were unusually smooth and flat, as if they were never whole in the first place.

Against the East Continent weapons, unmarked by Runes, the power of a Kedal metal blade was unleashed to its fullest extent. The sword could almost be called a divine weapon; a mere graze would cut, a touch would snap.

Realizing the danger of Feng’s weapon, the warriors hurriedly distanced themselves from her. Among them were no lack of Royal Dao masters from the Nine Thousand Battalion, naturally far superior to the generals of the Dongsheng military.

However, once they created distance, they quickly realized the trouble they were in. Feng, also a master of the Royal Dao, thrived on the spaciousness given to her by their retreat, which allowed her to utilize her techniques freely.

This was what made Feng so frustratingly unbeatable—in close combat, almost no one could withstand the clashing of her Kedal metal bladed weapon. Even if one could hold their ground, she was also a master of swordsmanship, capable of leaving her opponent in total disarray.

But as soon as they gave her space, her opponents would immediately discover, much to their dismay, that Feng was also a master of the Royal Dao, which allowed her to release her powers more effectively at a distance.

Faced with such circumstances, the warriors found themselves in quite a passive position, unable to advance or retreat. Ironically, it was a Ba Path master, whom they looked down upon, who managed to exchange blows with her barehanded, completely disregarding her terror-inducing blade.

Feng fought with the group for dozens of rounds, mainly contending with the Ba Path warrior. Just when everyone thought Feng was being overwhelmed and it was only a matter of time before she was defeated, another booming sound erupted from her direction. Following that, the Ba Path warrior staggered back as if his pressure points had been hit and then whimpered as he bent over and fell to the ground.

Facing the Ba Path general, Feng had already gained experience, so she was not afraid at all. Instead, she was continuously testing the Ba Path general’s moves and accumulating experience from their exchanges.

Once the fighting had gone on for near enough, she immediately raised her hand and fired a shot, bursting the Ba Path warrior’s Inner Core and crippling him instantly.

Feng wouldn’t give the crumpled Ba Path warrior a chance to wince in pain. Seeing him bend over and fall, Feng instantly delivered an upward kick. Her toe caught the warrior’s jaw, the pain and force forcing him to straighten up and stand.

It was in this moment that Feng’s long sword stabbed like a venomous snake, piercing straight through the Ba Path warrior’s throat and effortlessly penetrating his cervical spine.

As she withdrew her sword, the warrior clutched at his throat, but he couldn’t stop the gush of blood. He fell to the ground again and this time, he was unable to moan.

Witnessing this scene, the remaining warriors finally realized the danger that Feng posed. At this point, they lost the courage to continue the fight and turned to flee.