mtlumby2d Chapter 1348 - 652
Chapter 1348 - 652
This shout was particularly abrupt in the noisy grand hall.
The general on the warhorse, who was just about to witness the heads of the monks roll, seemed to sense something and his eye twitched sharply.
He turned his head, looking in the direction the soldier’s spear was pointing.
His gaze cut through the dancing flames, landing directly on the tall, imposing figure of a man.
In those eyes hidden under the shadow of the helmet, there was a tangible, intense killing intent.
Fang Cheng stood there calmly, his figure motionless, completely ignoring the shout.
The soldier, being ignored, showed a fierce light in his eyes, and a low growl erupted from his throat.
He gripped the white wax wood spear tightly with both hands, suddenly thrusting it forward.
The sharp spear tip aimed straight for Fang Cheng’s heart, the fierce wind rushing towards him.
Just at the moment when the spear tip was only an inch away from his chest.
Fang Cheng’s left hand suddenly shot out, his five fingers like iron pincers made of refined steel, grasping the rough wooden spear shaft.
The soldier’s eyes widened in shock, only feeling as though his arms had slammed into an invisible iron wall.
The overwhelming counterforce shattered his tiger’s mouth, causing blood to spill out.
No matter how he gritted his teeth and exerted strength, the spearshaft was stuck in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch further.
Before he could change his move, Fang Cheng’s left wrist twisted outward.
"Crack!"
The tough white wax wood spear shaft broke in the middle, splinters bursting.
Fang Cheng’s waist and hips suddenly sank down, his right leg bent at the knee and shot out, delivering a powerful kick to the soldier’s head.
"Bang!"
With a dull explosive sound, the soldier’s head, wearing an iron helmet, exploded like a watermelon struck by a battering ram.
The brutal force crushed metal and bone alike.
His cervical spine snapped on the spot, fragments of his pale skull mixed with red and white brain matter spurted outwards in a fan shape behind him.
Blood gushed from the neck of his headless body, spilling everywhere.
His massive figure, carried by the violent momentum, flew backwards, knocking over several fellow soldiers holding torches.
Finally, it slammed heavily onto the bluestone slab, twitched twice, and then went completely still.
Only a fragment of a jawbone rolled out of the pool of blood, making a clear clattering sound.
The front of the grand hall fell into a dead silence.
The soldiers, with blood and brain matter smeared all over their faces, stood frozen, their expressions completely solidified.
Thick blood dripped from their chins, and several trembled violently, their swords and knives clanging to the ground at their feet.
Inside the hall, the elderly monk who had been ready to offer his neck for slaughter paused in his prayer bead movements.
His clouded eyes widened, staring in astonishment at the young man outside the threshold who had just exploded a man’s head with a kick.
And that man in strange attire, like the descent of a killing god, appeared light and unruffled, without any waves.
As if he had just casually crushed a fly.
"Interesting."
The general on horseback sneered, looking down at Fang Cheng from above.
The heavy beast devouring linked armor rose and fell slightly with his action of turning the horse.
The plates of armor squeezed against each other, producing dull metallic clashing sounds.
A strong stench of rotting corpse mixed with the smell of blood spread like ripples to the surroundings.
The light of the surrounding torches seemed to be suppressed by this murderous aura, their flames all leaning outward, becoming dim.
Fang Cheng casually discarded the half-broken piece of wood in his hand, looking calmly at the opponent, his right hand hanging by his side slowly clenching.
At the same time, his mind was racing.
The general before him was clearly strange.
Beneath that thick, cold armor seemed to be two entirely different, yet entangled auras.
The outer one, manic and violent, full of bloodlust.
But deep within, there lay another faint but familiar aura.
Like a trapped beast with its throat chained, struggling and resisting desperately in the abyss.
The two auras intertwined, coexisting in a most bizarre manner.
"Kill!"
The general did not give Fang Cheng any more time to investigate, abruptly shouting, and fiercely clamping his legs on the horse’s belly.
The warhorse let out a neigh, its massive iron hooves rising high.
Then, like a thousand-jin weight crashing down, it shattered the bluestone steps of the hall, charging wildly downwards.
In mid-air, the general grasped the end of the fine iron long halberd with one arm, using his waist and abdomen to hurl the heavy weapon in a semi-circle.
The blade of the halberd tore through the gray mist before the hall, bringing with it a whistling sound, slashing straight towards the top of Fang Cheng’s head.
Before the halberd reached him, the strong wind pressure first descended, causing the surrounding soldiers to raise their hands to shield their faces, retreating in a circular formation.
The strands of hair on Fang Cheng’s forehead whipped back, his eyes shining brightly, locked onto the descending halberd blade.
The blood and energy within him were like boiling lava, coursing through his meridians into his right arm.
The surface of his skin quickly turned a dark red, his bulging muscles almost tearing his sleeves apart.
Six seconds of charging, the Kirin Arm fully activated.
Fang Cheng clenched his reddened fist, the joints cracking like exploding beans.
"Bang!"
His right foot withdrew half a step, suddenly stomping down.
The hard stone floor seemed as if it was struck by a battering ram, instantly collapsing into a half-meter wide crater.
Using this recoil, his spine connected like a dragon, the strength flowing from his soles directly to his waist and hips.
The entire person turned into a dark red streak of light, rushing upward to meet the slashing long halberd.
His body violently smashed through the air, producing a thunderous sonic boom.
The speed was incredibly fast!
The general’s pupils constricted, in his vision only able to capture a blinding red glow.
In mid-air, Fang Cheng used the power from his waist to twist his body in a narrow space.
The cold halberd blade grazed past the tip of his nose, carrying destructive power as it smashed into the stone floor.