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Different choices naturally lead to different outcomes. Although Zhang Fusheng's opponent was weaker, the gap in strength was not vast; they were merely two small ranks apart. Zhang Fusheng could not overwhelm his opponent, and with one strike, he found it blocked. Meanwhile, others began to attack him as well, plunging Zhang Fusheng into a stalemate.
On the other side, Wang Chao had chosen the weakest among them, someone at the Golden Intermediate level. Compared to Wang Chao, this opponent was utterly outmatched. As Wang Chao charged forward with his Panlong Blade, the man could only watch helplessly as his reaction time fell far short of Wang Chao's speed. With a swift motion, Wang Chao's blade struck, and the man's head fell.
At the same time, those around him also moved.
Wang Chao could handle dozens of Silver-level opponents simultaneously but found it challenging to deal with a single Platinum-level foe along with several Golden-level ones. The difference in strength was significant with each rank. However, the opponents also struggled against Wang Chao. Like Zhang Fusheng's situation, it quickly turned into a tug-of-war. Every time Wang Chao's Panlong Blade was poised to strike at an opponent's neck, he would be thwarted by others.
"Damn it," Wang Chao cursed inwardly. "If I don't end this quickly, Huangfu Yan might just storm into the capital." Now he understood Huangfu Yan's strategy; it wasn't the army in the capital that frightened him but rather Zhang Fusheng. He realized that as long as Zhang Fusheng was present, no matter how many they had, they might not breach the capital.
The reason no one had attempted to ambush the command center was that Huangfu Yan knew that the dozen or so people inside were far less threatening than Zhang Fusheng alone.
"Zhang Fusheng, we can't afford to waste time here! Every minute we linger increases the danger to the capital!" Wang Chao urged while fighting.
"Understood!" Zhang Fusheng replied, too occupied with his attackers to look back.
"Haha! If you want to leave, you'll have to see if my blade agrees!" one of Huangfu Yan's elite warriors taunted.
Wang Chao sneered and raised his Panlong Blade once more to charge into battle. He knew that dragging this out would yield no results, but if he activated his Breathing Technique and eliminated these foes, he would have no strength left to assist the capital. In that case, being trapped by these opponents would be no different from defeat. With this thought in mind, Wang Chao decided to take a risk.
In just a few minutes, countless clashes echoed around them. Suddenly, Wang Chao stumbled as he tripped over his own feet and fell backward. The elite warriors saw this and felt a surge of excitement; some swung their blades while others thrust their swords or brandished daggers. With such coordinated attacks, even a celestial being would find it hard to evade weapons coming from all directions.
These elites worked seamlessly together; thus, Wang Chao found himself with no escape route and could only await his fate. Even if he managed to block some of the incoming weapons with his Panlong Blade, he could not defend against them all. In an instant, blades were already upon him. Just as they were about to pierce Wang Chao, he showed no intention of blocking with his Panlong Blade.
The onlookers were puzzled, unsure why Wang Chao did not even attempt to block the attack.
Just as the blades were about to pierce Wang Chao's body, he suddenly conjured a shield. The weapons struck against his shield, a narrow escape indeed; had Wang Chao been even a moment slower, the blades would have already embedded themselves in him. This demonstrated that Wang Chao had mastered the use of his self-evolving abilities.
The hardness of the shield Wang Chao created increased with his strength, making it impossible for those weaker than him to penetrate it. At that moment, Wang Chao moved. The Panlong Blade, which had remained still until now, swung fiercely. The attackers were unable to react quickly enough to defend themselves.
At this point, it came down to the opponents' ability to adapt. Two of them sensed danger and immediately discarded their weapons, retreating forcefully. Although the Panlong Blade struck them, it was not a fatal blow; it merely left a long gash on their bodies. The other two attempted to use their weapons to block Wang Chao's fierce strike.
The outcome was predictable. Wang Chao's premeditated attack was powerful; before the two could withdraw their weapons in time to defend themselves, they were struck by Wang Chao's blade, which sliced through them effortlessly, severing them in half at the shoulders. Without glancing back at them, Wang Chao pursued the two who had abandoned their weapons.
These two were no match for Wang Chao and continued to evade him, rushing towards their remaining allies for protection. Meanwhile, Zhang Fusheng was also engaged in a heated battle; several fighters were retreating while exchanging blows, causing damage to the surrounding structures with cracks appearing on the walls as if slashed by daggers.
"Zhang Fusheng, behind you!" The two fleeing attackers saw Zhang Fusheng with his back turned and attempted to ambush him during their escape. However, their voices reached him slower than their movements. Just as their fists were about to strike Zhang Fusheng's head, Wang Chao's warning finally echoed out. Zhang Fusheng sensed the incoming punches.
He quickly crouched down, causing their fists to miss entirely. Without looking back, he gripped his dagger and slashed at the two behind him. However, due to the limited reach of his arm, he could only inflict a wound on one of them without killing either. At that moment, an opponent with diamond-level skills seized the opportunity and kicked out.
Zhang Fusheng hurriedly raised his other arm to block but heard a sickening crack as his arm broke from the impact. Simultaneously, he was sent flying backward. Meanwhile, Wang Chao had already moved when the two attacked Zhang Fusheng and was now right behind him.
"How are you?" Wang Chao asked as he caught Zhang Fusheng.
Zhang Fusheng shook his head and replied, "I'm fine!"
As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and suddenly trembled; his waist moved his arm back into place as if restoring his broken limb. With Zhang Fusheng's self-healing speed, he would likely recover in about a week; however, it would undoubtedly affect his combat effectiveness in the meantime. Yet from Zhang Fusheng's demeanor, it was clear he was unconcerned about this injury.
In the distance, gunfire grew more intense and distant; it remained uncertain whether Huangfu Yan's army had already breached the imperial capital.
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