In the chapter, a shocking turn of events unfolds as Yuan Shang finds himself in a dire situation.
"Ah!!! My hand?"
Yuan Shang's previously arrogant demeanor suddenly froze, replaced by sheer terror. His hand had been severed. It dawned on him that Chen Anlin had already made his move. And it was clear that Chen Anlin was no ordinary opponent; his attacks were not only powerful but also incredibly swift.
Without wasting any words, Chen Anlin pressed on with his assault. This time, a wave of sword energy surged forward. Yuan Shang let out a pained cry as he was pierced through the chest.
Chen Anlin retracted his energy and calmly stated, "The barbarians of the North are no match for me."
This line echoed something Xiao Chen had said in the book. In the novel, it was Xiao Chen who had taken action; it was unclear why he did not do so here—perhaps it was due to his own circumstances. After defeating Yuan Shang, Xiao Chen had arrogantly declared, "The barbarians of the North are no match for me." That statement had garnered him considerable respect from many generals and laid the groundwork for his subsequent triumph over the entire Great Zhou.
But this time, it was Chen Anlin who delivered that boastful line. "The barbarians of the North are no match for me!"
"Well said!" Huang Li laughed heartily.
In the crowd, Xiao Chen's expression darkened further; he felt an unsettling sense that this line was meant for him to say. Watching Chen Anlin receive praise from those around him filled Xiao Chen with discomfort and a hint of regret—he should have acted earlier. Now, he found himself overshadowed by Chen Anlin's display of prowess.
Meanwhile, on the side of the Northern army, shock rippled through their ranks. Yuan Shang, a rising star among the younger generation of the North, had been slain just like that? The most alarming part was that it seemed Chen Anlin hadn't even exerted his full strength.
"Damn it, how could this happen?"
Alimu's eyes were bloodshot; he had hoped Yuan Shang would take down a few enemies to boost their morale. He never expected that Yuan Shang would end up dead instead.
The key point is that he no longer dared to send anyone up there.
"Alimu, what's wrong? Are you scared silly? Is this your so-called genius? Hahaha, it's nothing impressive." Huang Li laughed heartily.
"Hmph, Huang Li, do you dare to fight me?" Alimu suddenly shouted.
The general is a commander of an army, not a reckless fool. If you want to challenge me, you should first ask the soldiers beside me. Huang Li narrowed his eyes; he had fought Alimu before and knew he was no match for him, so he wouldn't fall for the trap.
"Not daring is not daring; stop wasting words!" Alimu managed to regain some morale with this remark.
"Kill!"
Finally, the two armies officially launched their attack.
Chen Anlin had returned to his team in the academy, and a group of wolf cavalry seemed intent on charging toward them.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several arrows were shot at him, all aimed directly at him.
"Protect Young Master Chen!" A group of soldiers had received Huang Li's order in advance to protect Chen Anlin.
"Don't worry about me; just make sure Miss Su Menghan is safe."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Anlin was already engaged in battle with a wolf cavalry warrior charging at him. Most of these wolf cavalrymen were at the seventh or eighth rank in cultivation. The leader's strength was at the ninth rank.
The warrior facing Chen Anlin was indeed a master with ninth-rank cultivation. He wielded a broadsword and charged at Chen Anlin with a fierce roar. As he swung down his blade, an overwhelming force surged forward.
This was clearly a skilled swordsman; the blade's aura carved out a vacuum in the air, bringing with it destructive power.
Chen Anlin gripped his yellow flash and sneered, "Not bad in power, but too slow."
Swish!
In an instant, only an afterimage remained as the yellow flash sliced through the warrior's head.
Immediately, the head flew off.
Watching this scene, the faces of the hundreds of wolf cavalry behind changed dramatically.
"Captain!!"
With the death of their leader, the troops immediately fell into chaos.
Xiao Chen cursed inwardly at Chen Anlin, who was once again shining brightly. What a fool! What do you gain from this? Besides showing off and earning others' respect, what else can you get? He could foresee that the enemy would surely retaliate against Chen Anlin with madness. Unlike him, who was currently hiding away and feeling utterly safe.
However, the urgent matter at hand was to find a way to leave this place. He glanced at the sky, which was gradually darkening; nightfall was approaching quickly. Darkness would be beneficial for his movements. With this thought in mind, he decided to start executing his plan right away.
He called over a few subordinates, who were covered in blood and bruises. Turning to look at Xiao Chen, they were instantly speechless. They had been fighting fiercely while Xiao Chen's sword remained clean. It seemed he had been hiding all along.
Some felt a surge of dissatisfaction; they thought Xiao Chen must be afraid to hide away like this. Was such a person worthy of being their big brother? Compared to Chen Anlin, who fought valiantly in front, Xiao Chen seemed utterly inadequate.
"Everyone, I just observed that our army is likely to fail," Xiao Chen said solemnly.
"Brother Xiao, what do you suggest we do?"
"Retreat. We can only retreat now. However, I propose that most people withdraw together."
Before he could finish his sentence, a bald and muscular man shouted, "Xiao Chen, I respected you before because you led us to kill many Northern Barbarians! But now, what’s wrong with you? Wanting to be a coward and dragging us down with you? This is not right!"
The people around also looked at Xiao Chen in confusion, not understanding why he was acting this way.
Xiao Chen frowned, thinking that this person didn’t understand. Even if you win, what does it matter? Isn’t it still the labor of Chen Anlin and Huang Li?
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