"Lin Zongwu! I fuck your mother!"

The massive sound of the wooden building collapsing accompanied the furious roar, symbolizing the arrival of the so-called Number One in the World. With this commotion, the morale of the numerous experts under the command of Yama surged, pressing forward.

Even more experts, belonging to the Great Light Sect, surged under Wang Nantu's leadership toward the chaotic, smoke-filled area after the bombardment.

On the Chinese Army's side, almost the moment Lin Zongwu appeared, signal flares whistled into the sky. Several figures shot out, pouncing toward the direction of Lin Zongwu's arrival.

Although, after Ning Yi's regicide and rebellion, the Chinese Army, as an organization, no longer emphasized individual heroism in its internal propaganda, after years of fierce fighting across the land, especially with the available personnel for this mission, amazing experts were plentiful. Following pre-arranged contingency plans triggered by the appearance of specific targets, the most skilled and lethal individuals from the four special operations teams near the street where Xue Jin had entered simultaneously launched their attack, targeting the rampaging Lin Zongwu.

The Chinese Army had fought fiercely for over a decade, with various figures coming and going. Experts like "Feather Knife" Qian Luoning, who had already made a name for themselves in the *jianghu*, or those with famous family backgrounds like Yuwen Feidu and Xiao Hei, were actually in the minority. Over the years, figures like the heretical Chen Tuozi and the righteous "Five Phoenix Blades" Lin Nian and Hou Lietang had mostly been lost in the dust and smoke of the battles.

However, over these unpredictable years, besides those who already had reputations, many third-rate or even less notable figures from the *jianghu* had joined the Chinese Army. Accompanying the battles of Xiao Cang River and the Southwest, these people, even if they hadn't made a name for themselves in the *jianghu*, and even if their fighting skills were only suitable for single combat, were still enough to look down on a large number of so-called Green Forest grandmasters.

These people had seen the brutal confrontations of vast armies, and had directly defeated the Jurchens, who were capable of overthrowing a dynasty. They regarded the *jianghu* as a joke, but even so, being able to personally hunt down the so-called "Number One in the World" was enough to make the backbone elites of the Chinese Army feel their blood boil.

Therefore, as the enemy surged forward with boosted morale, few on the Chinese Army's side realized that their own morale had also been instantly elevated, even as the four teams rapidly contracted.

Yuwen Feidu and the other two snipers sprinted across the rooftops, trying to adjust to the most ideal crossfire positions.

The main combat force of the special operations teams, after rapidly converging, retreated slightly, then threw grenades at the surging enemy. They would serve as a fulcrum, directly holding back the wave.

Several figures hurtled through courtyards, directly at Lin Zongwu, like ancient humans attempting to hunt a giant beast.

Ahead, figures also sprinted at high speed across the battle lines, their trajectories far exceeding ordinary people. They were the great experts who had come with Lin Zongwu.

"Feather Knife" Qian Luoning sped across the front line at this moment. Before him, "Five Luo Slashes" Tang Qinghua, along with several experts, pounced to intercept him. The next moment, intense saber light swept across dozens of feet, and the experts in front were as if struck by a hurricane. Some exploded with blood, some leaped aside, and some rolled like balls in the ruins, stirring up dust.

As a guest elder of the Great Light Sect, the long-established Five Luo Slashes was like being dragged by a frenzied horse at this moment. During a high-speed exchange of blows, he stumbled, and somersaulted head-over-heels in a chaotic tumble.

The figures of the experts flashed across the battle lines, intertwining. Behind them, grenades exploded in the onrushing tide, sending up clouds of dust. At this moment, the massive Lin Zongwu became the center of all eyes on the stage, and a stinging sensation, like being pierced by thousands of silver needles, surged in his mind—

Wang Nantu's voice swept across the battlefield as he ran.

"Kill the musket men first—"

Figures were already rushing towards the rooftops.

The fiercest fighting erupted in countless directions—

…

Ning Ji ran wildly through the blood.

Through courtyards, through houses, through alleys, he finally returned to the initial long street.

He searched around for a moment, and behind the damaged shield cart, found Xue Jin in a pool of blood.

The bones in his chest were shattered, but even as he died, he had crawled forward several steps, as evidenced by the blood spreading beneath his body.

Turning over the corpse, the eyes that had not yet closed did not hold bitterness or hatred. He had not closed his eyes, but in that gaze, there seemed to be expectation and yearning for something.

Ning Ji squatted there for a moment, then stood up.

What was in that gaze?

Ning Ji did not know.

Ever since Yue Niang died, Ning Ji had always known that Xue Jin would die eventually. He had lost a hand and a leg, and had lived with a sick body for so long. Even if he lived for a while longer, he would only die in pain. Facing the Fairness Party was a good way to die, Ning Ji knew, and that was why he hadn't thought too much after rushing forward.

There was no need to think too much about Xue Jin anymore.

But when he noticed Li Yanfeng killing him halfway through with a rock, a complex feeling of homelessness surged in Ning Ji's heart.

The clamor assaulted his ears.

He stood there, turning his head to look. At the front of the street, the enemy was surging forward, seemingly becoming excited again for some reason.

Figures collided and intertwined, signal flares rose in the sky, and grenade smoke exploded. An inexplicable sadness arose in Ning Ji's heart. It wasn't the first time he had seen people die, but for some reason, he was extraordinarily sad.

Some things in this world, not being able to end is upsetting, even if they end suddenly, it is still just as upsetting.

He hefted the saber in his hand and began to walk forward.

"Gotta get a gun…"

He said this, his pace getting faster and faster, then he ran up the side of the street to the roof. He rushed to the high ground, and in his vision, there was already a scene of fierce fighting.

Lin Zongwu was frantically charging and fighting in the battlefield.

"Gotta get a gun…"

Ning Ji murmured, traversing and leaping above the chaotic battlefield.

…

Flying stones, like cannonballs, cut through the sky, smashing into the blue-gray rooftops, causing beams and tiles to shatter. At the same time, a blood-stained figure rolled out of there in a disheveled manner.

Lin Zongwu's figure loomed in and out among courtyards and trees, his pace whistling as he covered several feet in the blink of an eye, like a giant ghost, tracing an uncertain path.

Sometimes he smashed through rocks, sometimes he disappeared into a continuous series of houses, occasionally throwing whistling bricks, and occasionally pouncing on the rooftops of the Chinese Army soldiers like a towering giant Buddha. When he encountered dilapidated wooden buildings, he would almost overturn half of the structure with earth-shattering force.

Chinese Army soldiers with high martial arts skills surrounded Lin Zongwu in rooms in some courtyards. The two sides charged into the rooms, and the chaotic fighting was loud, but before the second Chinese Army soldier arrived, the other side would often smash through doors and windows and leave triumphantly. In a short period of time, several Chinese Army soldiers were lightly or severely injured.

The experts of the Great Light Sect had already charged over, intercepting Chinese Army soldiers trying to encircle Lin Zongwu in courtyards and on rooftops. Some also began to try to pursue the snipers with muskets on the rooftops.

The entire environment instantly transformed into a white-hot killing field. Some warriors had already determined the outcome of the battle with the enemy at the moment of contact. There were also Chinese Army warriors who had an arm broken in the battle with Lin Zongwu, and then turned around and dragged two Great Light Sect warriors into a nearby mansion, followed by an explosion of earth and stones. After that, in the smoke-filled ruins, only the signs of injured figures crawling in a mess could be seen, and it was unknown which side had survived.

Xiao Hei knocked away a strangely shaped expert who was rushing towards him in a high-speed charge. On the side of his vision, a huge figure also running at high speed pierced through the looming woods and courtyard walls, suddenly magnifying in his vision. He shouted violently and greeted it with a punch.

Lin Zongwu's fist whistled, dull and swift. Xiao Hei's pace was rapid, and his arm crashed like steel, three punches missing each other, and two punches hitting each other. As the huge force poured in, Xiao Hei gritted his teeth and wrapped his arm around the other's elbow and cassock.

The two men's arms tore, and their footsteps bloomed like lotus flowers in the mud as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and then smashed a carriage that could not dodge in front of them into a sky full of flying wooden frames. Xiao Hei's body fell to the ground, rolling in a mess, while Lin Zongwu had already rushed forward.

On the roof on the side, Yuwen Feidu, who had heard Xiao Hei's roar earlier, rolled over as he ran, and suddenly raised his long gun in a half-kneeling posture. In his vision, an object in Lin Zongwu's hand was also suddenly thrown towards him in a frenzied run, a round shape magnified in front of his eyes. It was the carriage wheel that had been smashed open by him and Xiao Hei earlier, and was now flying towards his position on the roof.

Yuwen Feidu gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger in a dive. The bang was drowned out in the even louder movement. The wheel that had been thrown opened up half of the roof, and tiles and stones scattered like a surging wave.

Yuwen Feidu rolled on the roof, falling down the stairs.

Lin Zongwu had already rushed to other parts of the battlefield in a wild roar. With his own strength, he was fiercely tearing apart the entire battlefield of the battle.

The fighting on both sides was unfolded in the midst of peak morale, but what also surprised everyone in the Chinese Army was that although the two sides had not had any frontal engagements in the past ten years, Lin Zongwu chose a combat style that was completely inconsistent with his usual style at the moment of the start of the war.

Instead of breaking through the enemies one by one with his powerful strength as in the past data collected, he began a high-speed sprint that was completely unmatched by his figure at the moment when the Chinese Army experts were dispatched. Even the experts in the Great Light Sect did not expect that he, with his status and position, could improve the hit-and-run tactics to such an extent at the moment.

The figure's running was like a roaring storm, and like a huge, indestructible, heavy rhino. The momentum and results he brought about were so obvious on the battlefield that in a short period of time, the morale of the many participants belonging to Yama and the Great Light Sect was still climbing to an even more frenzied state.

In a short period of time, a battlefield with only dozens of Chinese troops was traversed by hundreds or thousands of enemies.

Lu Xian commanded the people of Li Family Village, and had also invested in this frenzied act of revenge. His eyes were red, but he only wanted to take advantage of such a good opportunity to avenge Li Duanwu, who was both a teacher and a father.

More people almost saw the possibility of defeating the Chinese Army on this day.

What a great feat!

In their vision, several core members of the Chinese Army acting as a fulcrum began to retreat to the rear. Although the fire mines they occasionally threw and the unexpectedly short-barreled muskets could submerge the number of people running in the front in a pool of blood, more people had already spread over like ants. Some even rushed to the rear of these Chinese troops from the roofs. Although they had not yet found an opportunity to launch an attack, how long could the already besieged enemy resist?

At this moment, no one was able to stop Lin Zongwu, who was rushing and breaking through, with his own strength; on the other side of the battlefield, "Feather Knife" was also setting off a monstrous wave of blood on his running path. One expert after another was beheaded or injured by Qian Luoning in the siege. His figure also appeared in various places like a ghost, trying to catch up with Lin Zongwu, but at this moment, Lin Zongwu chose the opposite direction from him, and did not want him to catch up in a short period of time.

The waves of the battle line overwhelmed like a monstrous shadow.

Yuwen Feidu fell down from the roof in a mess. He slowed down several times on the way, rolled in a courtyard, and climbed up. In the room in front, a figure suddenly smashed open the window and pounced out like an eagle. Yuwen Feidu took a step back and was about to draw his saber to stab the other party to death. A figure next to him also rushed over and bumped the expert who seemed to be good at eagle claws back into the room before he landed. At a casual glance, it was Ning Ji.

Taking advantage of the force of the collision, Ning Ji stirred the steel knife from the abdomen of the eagle claw expert. Ning Ji's figure did not stop after rolling, but rushed straight forward and kicked a warrior who was about to rush into the room flying out, and then slammed the door with a swinging leg. His series of moves was as smooth as flowing water. Yuwen Feidu gave a thumbs up: "Well done!"

Ning Ji turned around: "Give me a... damn—"

Yuwen Feidu had already rushed out of sight, borrowing strength several times, and pounced towards the roof again.

Lin Zongwu was running wildly in the street-side two-story shop. When he encountered a dividing wall, he smashed it open like a tank. In the blink of an eye, he tried to cut through the entire battlefield.

There were also snipers running constantly on the roof on the other side of the street, and stones like cannonballs flew diagonally from the windows on the second floor. The sniper ducked and dived, rolling over. With Lin Zongwu's strength, ordinary people could not catch such "hidden weapons" at all.

However, human power sometimes runs out. Even if Lin Zongwu's internal strength was unparalleled in the world and only needed one move to kill ordinary experts, as long as he found the opportunity when his strength was insufficient, it would only take one shot to end his life. This was the belief of the snipers of the Chinese Army.

The sniper ran forward. Suddenly, in front of his vision, a figure rose into the sky, and the big saber in his hand had already slashed over. The sniper rolled out. When he stood up, the big saber in front was dancing towards him, and blood spurted out in the air. He fired a shot, and then was severely chopped off the roof by the other party and fell into the courtyard behind the shop.

Blood gushed towards the ground.

The one who suddenly rushed out with the big saber was actually "Mad Tiger" Wang Nantu. Ever since he formed a relationship with Ning Yi—especially in these years since he killed Qin Siyuan in Zhuxian Town, Lin Zongwu and others had always regarded the Chinese Army as the most terrifying and unspeakable enemy. In the following years, even if there was no direct war, while Ning Yi was collecting the military data of Lin Zongwu and others, how could Lin Zongwu, Wang Nantu, and others not secretly inquire about the situation in the Southwest?

That was also why, at the first moment of the battle, Wang Nantu made the arrangement of "kill the musket men first."

At this moment, many experts had already overwhelmed the entire position of the Chinese Army. Wang Nantu chopped the man off the roof, raised his long saber, and shouted loudly: "Kill them all—"

Not far from his vision, a Chinese Army sniper suddenly stopped and raised his gun towards this side. Lin Zongwu, who was running wildly in the room, shouted "Ha—" and threw a blue brick out!

With a bang, the blue brick hit the corner above the roof, and the roof tiles splattered. The sniper was affected, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, and then his face was full of blood.

After Lin Zongwu shouted "Ha", the next sound of "Ha" rang out, and he had quickly pulled the distance with this side. Only the laughter of this giant Buddha was heard in the sky above the battlefield, like a raging wave: "Hahahaha—"

After this burst of laughter, his figure rushed through the entire roof, pressing towards the gunner who was injured and rolling on the side. Two Chinese Army experts, including Xiao Hei, rushed over one after another, and then dragged the gunner down the roof together.

On the battlefield front line, Peng Tiangang, who was waving his long saber and pressing forward, raised his saber and shouted wildly: "Long live Sect Leader Lin—"

The others also boosted their morale: "Long live Sect Leader Lin—"

Lin Zongwu sank into the house below, still running wildly in the huge movement. No one could stop his footsteps.

This was the majesty of the Number One in the World fighting with all his strength!

How had the Green Forest people who were accustomed to storytellers ever seen such momentum?

People's mouths were covered in blood, and they shouted hysterically.

On Wang Nantu's side, he saw that an expert rushed over from the courtyard behind the shop, trying to end the life of the sniper who had fallen to the ground, and a teenager also rushed out from the side, and his long saber was fighting with two fierce warriors. In such a battle, he was still trying to protect the gunner to leave. Wang Nantu shouted "Ah—" and slashed down with his saber!

Soon, the seriously injured gunner pulled open the safety ring of the grenade on his body...

A loud bang.

Rolling smoke shrouded this place.

…

The frantically surging enemies had already overwhelmed the entire position for a time.

But for the Chinese Army, which had experienced three years of fierce fighting in Xiao Cang River, as long as the gathered teams could still support their formation, it was not a big problem to launch a counterattack with the help of the complex terrain. Even, as the enemy entered the nearby courtyards more and more densely, the destructive power that grenades and other items could exert would be even more vivid.

Spreading blood, rolling smoke, the Chinese Army team walked through the fighting.

On the side and rear of the battlefield, Lin Zongwu changed direction and ran towards an eight-man team here as a fulcrum. His raid was huge, and several Chinese Army experts nearby were still trying to encircle and intercept him, but Lin Zongwu's advance was so fierce that in a blink of an eye, another Chinese Army expert who was blocking in front was rushed out by him. Witnessing such power, Peng Tiangang and others were very happy and shouted: "Take this place—"

There were only a dozen feet away from this side of the fighting. The crowd surged over, and the momentum of witnessing Lin Zongwu's charge was also extending at high speed. At this moment, a calm voice that sounded in the air suddenly exploded.

"Hey."

At the other end of his vision, Lin Zongwu was smashing through a wooden wall. The sound that rang out was calm and steady. It did not cover the area of ​​several miles around the old Wu Yamen like Lin Zongwu's initial show of skills, but on the battlefield in front of him, this voice was like a nail that suddenly sank into everyone's heart.

In the shop, in front of Lin Zongwu, a tall figure in a black cloak came with an angry punch.

The equally tall Buddha greeted him with a punch.

At the moment when the strength of the fists collided, Lin Zongwu was even slightly dazed.

At the first moment he saw the other party's figure, he felt that he had once again seen Meng Zhutao, who had fought happily with him last night, but the overwhelming fist strength exploded fiercely in the air and turned into huge ripples that spread to the ground. This was not the power that Meng Zhutao, who was good at using steel whips, could have.

The vast internal energy was surging, and the memories in his mind were also surging. He turned over countless old fragments, one of which traced back to a figure more than ten or twenty years ago...

The opponent's fist strength was constantly rising, and the fighting between the two sides collided together. The floor of the ground withered and deformed in the blink of an eye. At the moment when it collapsed to the first floor on one side, the fist wind that came had already swallowed his entire person like a raging tide.

At that moment, in front of the angry Buddha, he saw the dragon—

"Cloud Dragon Nine Manifestations", Fang Qifo.

This was the most unpredictable of the Fang brothers, the scene of fighting freely in the Holy Sect's headquarters...

"Ah—"

The roar of the giant Buddha rang out in this violent fight. The people on the battlefield saw that the suddenly erupting fight directly crushed the floor. The fighting parties sank to the ground on the first floor, and then, swept everything around...

On the battlefield, Peng Tiangang took a step back.

The wind was surging.

The monstrous killing intent had already surged from one side of his vision...

On this side of the battlefield, the four Chinese Army teams were still fighting calmly in their respective positions...

They fell into a disadvantage, but it seemed that it did not cause any wavering to them...