From the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry to Hunting Sins and Becoming Saints

Chapter 83 Taking Action 4

Although the power of the wind element is strong, it is only temporary, and Fu Que does not have inexhaustible physical strength and energy. Of course, if he had the blessing of two scroll states, then it would be a different story.

Fu Que led his troops to circle around the flanks of the battlefront. The individual skills of his hundred or so men were no worse than those of the Tiger Cavalry Alliance, but when it came to joint operations, they couldn't even come close. Moreover, they didn't have any military flags or magical artifacts to enhance them.

In comparison, their combat strength and morale are relatively weak.

The Embroidered Spring Blade rang out as it sliced ​​open the opponent's neck, tossing a massive head high into the air. Fu Que, moving like a dragon across the boiling battlefield, was empowered by wind elemental power and the Reality Sight, so he didn't have to worry about being hurt by his own people or hindering the friendly forces' offensive.

The powerful embroidered spring knife swept into the crowd and with a casual slash, several jets of blood gushed out.

Having thoroughly mastered the essence of the 3324 sword technique and the Minghe Fist, coupled with the extraordinary state of the Scroll Swordsman, and the perfectly handy Embroidered Spring Blade that he had crafted overnight for Fu Que, all these factors combined allowed Fu Que to stroll leisurely even in the most dangerous battlefields.

Moreover, Fu Que is extremely cunning. Even though he has extraordinary combat power, he always goes with the flow and never takes the initiative to go deep into the battlefield. He either kicks a dog when it's down and joins the Tiger Cavalry to wipe out the demon soldiers.

Alternatively, they could provide support and delay the enemy wherever possible, giving the eight-man Tiger Cavalry Allied Soldiers a little breathing space to retreat back into formation and allow the rear ranks to take the lead.

For a time, Fu Que's role was even greater than that of veteran Tiger Cavalrymen like Peng Chi, who charged left and right through the enemy ranks.

The Embroidered Spring Blade, soaked in blood, gleamed as ever. Its blade, mixed with special mineral powder, was incredibly sharp. Yet, the crimson blood on its master's body flowed endlessly, even seeping into the gaps in his armor and staining the lining red.

[The sinful ink you've collected is enough to thoroughly depict the Scroll Swordsman. Do you wish to unlock the full form immediately?]

Fu Que's heart skipped a beat. At that moment, a black light carrying a strong fishy smell rushed toward his face. Because of the prompt that suddenly rang in his mind, he was caught off guard and had no time to dodge. The power of the wind element gathered into an invisible barrier.

For a split second, Fu Que caught the black light, then rolled on the spot, his body covered in withered branches, fallen leaves, and bits of flesh and blood, looking rather disheveled.

An eight-man Tiger Cavalry unit immediately formed a line to protect Fu Que behind them. A bear-headed demon wearing an iron helmet and heavy armor stared coldly at Fu Que with his dim yellow eyes. He pushed off the ground with his knees at a ninety-degree angle and charged towards Fu Que with his spiked club.

Just as the two shield bearers in the front row were about to step forward to meet him, a dark shadow passed over their heads. Fu Que's Embroidered Spring Blade slashed down from above. As the blade and staff clashed, sparks flew and the Embroidered Spring Blade let out a soft groan.

"Hmm."

Fu Que's legs sank into the mud, and his wrists went numb. Although the Embroidered Spring Blade had left a deep mark on the opponent's weapon, it was practically insignificant compared to the heavy weapon, the spiked club.

The bear-headed demon soldier was also shaken back half a step, but that was all. He then stepped forward and slammed down again.

"Damn it, comparing people is a recipe for disaster, comparing goods is a recipe for disaster."

The shockwave from the Crane Cry Fist circulated through his meridians, eliminating the effects of the previous hard resistance. Fu Que twisted his leg and once again dodged the whistling spiked club. Seeing this, a demon soldier next to him seized the opportunity to open his mouth, revealing his fangs, and bit at Fu Que's neck.

With his back to him, Fu Que flipped his Embroidered Spring Blade, aimed the tip at the demon soldier's gaping maw, thrust it forward, and then twisted it with force.

"Hmm!"

The demon soldier who had come to take advantage of the situation widened his eyes and knelt down.

The heavily armored bear demon roared, not even glancing at its fallen subordinates. With its thick, strong arms holding the spiked club upside down, it charged forward like a runaway truck, creating a powerful visual impact.

During the incident, several Tiger Cavalry soldiers raised their large shields to try to stop them, but without exception, they were all knocked away, their shields deformed, and they vomited blood, rolling on the ground, their fate unknown.

Fu Que glanced around at the battle scene out of the corner of his eye. There were no outstanding figures with distinct black and white lines around him, and if he relied on sheer numbers to surround and kill this bear, he might have to pay an extremely heavy price.

Armored and unarmored bears are two completely different things, especially the bear in front of us with its heavy armor gleaming with a dark light, which is obviously of excellent quality.

"I fucked the entire Li family to death, you bastard traitors!"

Fu Que held his embroidered spring knife across his chest, gritted his teeth, and cursed the Li family for smuggling weapons. If it weren't for these people smuggling both blood offerings and weapons, it wouldn't be so difficult to fight them.

If Fu Que were a bit more ruthless, he could have used his superior agility to outmaneuver the bear, and relied on the numerous Tiger Cavalry soldiers on the battlefield to wear it down. When the time was right, he could have returned to reap the rewards.

However, Fu Que has not yet positioned himself as a general, or a chess player. He is more like a soldier now, with the soldiers around him as comrades-in-arms, rather than chess pieces that he can coldly calculate gains and losses for.

Therefore, without the assistance of other veteran Tiger Riders, Fu Que could only tough it out and try to wear down this tough elite monster.

The spiked club came crashing down again. The battlefield on the mountainside was in chaos. Fu Que didn't intend to walk the dog. He got into a fighting stance, and his embroidered spring knife, wrapped with flowing air, struck the bear's spiked club once more.

A gentle breeze wafted through the gaps in the bear's heavy armor, following the clashing weapons of both sides.

With the power of the wind element and the buff from the Scroll Swordsman state, the two sides fought to a standstill after a sudden burst of strength. However, the bear barely paused and swung its spiked club again.

Fu Que channeled his inner energy to calm his turbulent blood and qi. Under his true vision, Xiong Pi's entire body was full of openings, but he found it difficult to break through its defenses. He took a deep breath, took two steps forward, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and desperately slashed and thrust the long sword forward at an angle.

The bear's vision blurred, and the human armored warrior who was clearly in front of its spiked club suddenly squatted down on its side armor plate. The club slammed into the man's shoulder, and the bear felt a chill on its cheek.

"crossbow!"

Fu Que roared as the spiked club slammed into the bear's shoulder armor, twisting and deforming it, the pain penetrating to the bone. The Embroidered Spring Blade then sliced ​​open the bear's helmet, exposing a pair of fierce and murky eyes to everyone.

With a roar from Fu Que, the bear instinctively raised its hands to protect its eyes. After countless battles, it knew all too well the methods of these humans; they only knew how to use dirty tricks and relied on their weapon advantage to kill its brethren.

If you expose your eyes, you will definitely be bombarded with crossbow bolts; this is based on experience.

But this time, it forgot that it was in a battlefield where hundreds of people were fighting. Everyone had their own opponent, so who would have the energy to care what Fu Que was shouting?