Chapter 702: Chapter 289: Crushing, Stalling for Time, Ning Yuan Hill’s Decisive Victory
She had an impression of Xia Hong’s strength.
In mid-April during the Long Mountain alliance, Xia Hong saved Hou Hu, and her second uncle Li Tiancheng said that his basic strength should be around eighteen bristles;
Later in Hanqiong Gourd Valley, when Li Xuanling led the Longyou Army to hunt down Xia Hong, although it was not possible to accurately judge Xia Hong’s basic strength, it could be roughly inferred to be just over twenty bristles.
Only a little over two months have passed, and now it’s over thirty bristles...
"No matter what, I can only continue to trust Second Brother. If Great Xia continues to develop like this, Longyou will truly change hands, and that can’t happen!"
Li Xuanling suppressed the horror in her heart, glanced at Li Xuantiang, a struggle flashed in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and charged towards Xia Hong once more.
Clang...
Xia Hong’s strength was indeed too strong.
The Dragon Sparrow Saber, with only two-thirds of its blade left, became even more agile in his hand. The remaining fifteen people seemed to surround him, but without an advantage in weapons, they posed no real threat to him.
Whether it was Li Xuantiang’s spear, Li Xuandu’s broadsword, or others’ weapons, even if they could skirt around Xia Hong’s Dragon Sparrow Saber and hit his body, they could at most break through his outer membrane, unable to injure his flesh. Such attacks were meaningless against Cold Resistance Level.
On the contrary, Xia Hong’s saber strikes were terrifyingly fierce. Not only powerful, they could manipulate the surrounding airflow to extend the cutting range, and his speed was fast enough to unleash three to four frost blades every instant, covering every direction around his body.
In a one-on-one, face-to-face confrontation, no one dared to take on Xia Hong’s saber. Luckily, this group from Long Mountain was extremely coordinated; with mutual cooperation, they could entangle Xia Hong, preventing him from finding a breakthrough. Switching to another group of Cold Resistance Level fighters, it would likely be impossible to combat for such a duration.
Swoosh...
That’s why Li Xuanling was eager to rush up; only her silver longsword could pose a threat to Xia Hong on the scene. If she didn’t intervene, considering the situation, not to mention escape, if Xia Chuan and the other three joined the fray, Xia Hong ultimately winning wouldn’t be impossible either.
...
That’s right, up to now, the battle had lasted nearly two hours.
Xia Chuan and the other two hadn’t even made a move.
Chen Yingyuan and Peng Bo were fixated on Xia Hong, their faces full of horror and shock.
"Gulp..."
"The leader’s strength is actually this strong!"
"One against sixteen, isn’t that enough to hold the line? Li Xuanling even benefitted slightly from weaponry. If he had suitable weapons, couldn’t the leader keep all sixteen of them here?"
"Definitely, no one in Longyou can challenge Big Brother’s current strength!"
Hearing Peng Bo’s speculation, Xia Chuan responded decisively.
Unlike Chen Yingyuan and Chen Peng, Xia Chuan looked at Xia Hong with only admiration and fervor, without surprise or shock, as if this scene seemed entirely normal to him.
"Then why don’t the three of us just ditch these four and directly assist the leader in taking down the sixteen, wouldn’t that be better?"
Hearing Peng Bo’s suggestion, Xia Chuan immediately shook his head.
After a moment of pondering, Chen Yingyuan also gently shook his head.
The basic strength of the three of them was around eight to nine bristles.
However, among the sixteen besieging Xia Hong, even the weakest was at nine bristles.
Thus, their intervention would offer very limited assistance to Xia Hong.
In fact, their actions could attract the attention of those from Long Mountain, forcing Xia Hong to divide his focus to protect them. Therefore, the three opted not to move, just keeping their eyes on Hou Tong and the other three.
If Xia Hong truly needed help, he would naturally call for them.
"Moreover, our target isn’t these Cold Resistance level folks..."
Xia Chuan’s eyes flickered, involuntarily glancing north.
......
"Something’s wrong, something’s wrong, why isn’t he letting those three act?"
The longsword slashed through, leaving another scar on Xia Hong’s neck, yet Li Xuanling showed no sign of joy. Instead, her brows furrowed deeper.
From the moment she realized Xia Chuan and the other two hadn’t acted, something felt off. Despite their lack of skill, Xia Hong was facing sixteen opponents. Whether aiming to break through or fight for victory, letting three companions stand idle made no sense.
"Leader, something’s not right, he could have broken through several times but hasn’t. Is Xia Hong deliberately letting us enclose him?"
"There seems to be a problem. If he wanted to escape, we couldn’t stop him."
"Intentionally, he’s intentionally dragging us here."
...
Not just her, other Cold Resistance level fighters sensed the anomaly too.
"Fourth, something is definitely wrong!"
Li Xuandu spoke, stepped back, furrowing his brow. Suddenly, he looked up at the sky, his expression changed, turning to ask Hou Hu behind him with shock: "Hou Hu, didn’t you say the Blood Guard Army would arrive in just over an hour? It’s been much longer, where are they?"
The question made everyone instinctively look up at the sky, realizing two hours had passed, leaving them all stunned.
Hou Hu, recuperating behind them, was startled, as if he suddenly realized something, looking at Xia Hong with horror, saying: "Wasn’t that army passing behind you not the Changbai Gully force?"
The sixteen besiegers had all dispersed. As Xia Hong withdrew over ten meters away, he first lightly straightened his clothes, looked at the dozen or so wounds on his body, consumed a Blood Sore Pill, and then slowly raised his head to gaze at Hou Hu, revealing a chilling smile: