Chapter 243
Chapter 243
“Father, are you watching? Your son is about to achieve a great victory. The strategy to strike Shen Lang from behind is on the verge of success. I will kill Shen Lang and all the pirates. I will ensure you achieve a merit so great it will be spoken of for a hundred years. What the Count of Jinzhou did over a century ago, you too will accomplish. I will win this war and make you the Grand Governor of Yan Province. I will see you enfeoffed as a lord and appointed as prime minister!
You always said how incredible Shen Lang was, but I will prove it to you. I will prove that I am superior to Shen Lang, that of your three sons, I, Zhang Jin, am the most outstanding. Shen Lang is nothing but a clown running wild. I will show you that he is nothing compared to me.”
The ground trembled from the march of six thousand elite soldiers. The shops and houses on both sides of the road to Raging Tide City had firmly shut their doors and windows.
* * *
Inside the city lord’s manor, the sounds of shouting, fighting, and killing could be heard. The war cries of soldiers shook the heavens, followed by miserable screams. In reality, however, Shen Lang's and Qiu Yao'er's armies were just shouting into the air, clashing their weapons against nothing.
A shadow approached. It was Huang Feng, Shen Lang’s personal guard. This time, when Shen Lang came to conquer Raging Tide City, dozens of masters from the Heavenly Dao Society and dozens of financial personnel had accompanied him. Once Shen Lang took the city, they would manage its commercial order in the shortest time possible.
“Zhang Jin has dispatched his troops. Six thousand elite soldiers are on their way!”
Shen Lang was overjoyed.
‘He’s finally here!’
At that moment, Qiu Yao'er, without a word, grabbed her twin executioner’s blades and prepared to charge out.
“What are you doing?”
“Going to kill him.”
“Are you mad? Instead of defending the walls, you’re going to charge out and fight?”
Qiu Yao'er stated flatly.
“I hate acting, and I hate defending a city!”
‘I know. If you weren’t like this, would I have nearly died in bed with you?’
Qiu Yao'er looked at Xu Qianqian and spoke with a rare gentleness.
“Xu Qianqian, is your enemy Zhang Jin? I will go and avenge you! Shen Lang, I’m leaving this city to you. I won’t be coming back.”
And with that, the Demoness took her two thousand personal warriors and charged straight out. Her long legs carried her faster than a horse. Why wasn't she riding one? Her twin executioner's blades weighed over two hundred jin combined; if she mounted a horse with them, it wouldn't be able to run.
Shen Lang looked at Xu Qianqian and said.
“Is that woman out of her mind?”
Xu Qianqian glared at Shen Lang, her eyes bloodshot.
“You’re the one whose head is sick. She’s the most incredible person in the world. There’s no man worthy of her, to begin with. You, especially, are not worthy!”
After speaking, Xu Qianqian ran up to the battlements. From the highest point, she would watch the confrontation between Qiu Yao'er and Zhang Jin.
* * *
As Zhang Jin and his six thousand elite soldiers drew closer to the main fortress, he grew more and more excited, the hot blood coursing through his veins. A hundred meters from the walls, he bellowed.
“Shen Lang, you bastard, come out and offer up your pathetic life! You thought you could take the world with your clever schemes, but you never imagined my father would anticipate your every move. This is where you will die. Today is your last day on earth! The Count of Xuanwu's Estate, the Jin Clan, will be completely wiped from this world as of today! Our Zhang Clan will rise now! Everyone, kill the enemy!”
Zhang Jin roared, brimming with murderous intent. And then… he saw a shadow with soaring killing intent burst out from the gates of the pirate king's fortress. The figure moved at such an incredible speed and with such a terrifying presence that it barely looked human. But the soaring killing intent, the explosive figure, and the twin executioner’s blades she carried allowed him to guess her identity.
‘The Mara-Rakshasa! The Demoness! The invincible warrior, Qiu Yao'er! Why is she here? Wasn't she already dead? Several of my men saw her die with their own eyes! Was she acting? The invincible warrior, acting? Why would she act for Shen Lang? Could it be… she’s had some kind of affair with him and gone over to his side?’
A shiver ran down Zhang Jin’s spine, but he quickly summoned his fighting spirit.
‘They all say you, Qiu Yao'er, are invincible. I’ll see just how great you are. I, Zhang Jin, will face you, Demoness.’
But before Zhang Jin could charge, the loyal officers and soldiers around him moved forward to shield him.
“Protect the general.”
“Protect the Second Young Master!”
Hundreds of officers and soldiers instantly formed a tight circle around Zhang Jin. Qiu Yao'er’s charge was too fast. Her hundreds of personal female warriors were riding horses, yet their commander was far faster than any horse, leaving them behind as she sprinted like a madwoman. In an instant, she alone faced Zhang Jin’s six-thousand-strong army with an astonishing presence. It was as if one person was besieging six thousand, like a ferocious dinosaur leaping into a pack of wolves.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!*
The twin executioner’s blades in her hands spun rapidly. There was no technique to it. What need did she have for techniques? It was like a whirlwind fan, spinning even faster than one. Just like that, Qiu Yao'er overwhelmed them all.
As she passed, her enemies couldn't touch a single hair on her head, nor could they even get close. The executioner's blades spun so fast not even the wind could pass through, creating a hellish scene around her. No opponent could withstand a single strike from her. Wherever she went, not even bones remained, leaving not a single intact corpse in her wake. She killed, and killed, and killed. She wasn't an invincible warrior; she was a machine of war. She was like a tank, crushing everything in her path.
Atop the city walls, Xu Qianqian and Shen Lang were completely dumbfounded. Their hair stood on end, and Xu Qianqian in particular looked as if she had reached a climax.
‘To think such an incredible person exists in this world.’
Shen Lang, too, felt a certain part of him stiffen as he watched her.
‘Damn it! I slept with a war goddess like that? Why do I feel so proud? How did I even survive sleeping with her without dying?’
Jin Shiying also trembled as he watched the scene. He had heard of Qiu Yao'er's reputation and had wanted to test his skills against her, having once fought Qiu Xiao. But now he understood for certain. It was a good thing Goya had slept with Qiu Yao'er and arranged everything. Otherwise, the two thousand men he had brought from the Jin Clan would have been useless, all of them slaughtered in less than an hour.
Qiu Yao'er had so many enemies in her life that she never asked who they were, only where they were. When she swung her twin executioner's blades, anyone would become a ghost. What did a name matter?
For a full two minutes, Qiu Yao'er rampaged alone, slaughtering her foes, before her personal army finally arrived. Her two thousand personal warriors were all women. Each one of them was imposing as they madly cut down the enemy. Their martial arts were not as profound as Qiu Yao'er's, but they had been steeped in her temperament. With their soaring killing intent and invincible aura, they were like lesser versions of Qiu Yao'er.
Jin Hui asked from the side.
“Goya, what should we do? Should we join them…?”
He was asking if the soldiers of the Count of Xuanwu's Estate should charge out and assist Qiu Yao'er in her battle. Shen Lang thought for a moment, then shook his head.
“No need. Let’s just stay here, eat some snacks, and watch. We might get swept up in it if we're not careful.”
She was truly someone who had combined personal and battlefield martial prowess to its peak. It was understandable why Qiu Tianwei wouldn't let her be and had plotted to kill her. She was so powerful that she posed a serious threat to the Qiu Clan’s status.
* * *
Hundreds of his personal generals and soldiers desperately protected Zhang Jin. They formed a tight wall in front of him, but it was all for naught before Qiu Yao'er's twin executioner's blades. The number of men shielding Zhang Jin dwindled, and soon, Qiu Yao'er stood before him. Among the bodies at her feet, not a single one was intact.
Mounted on his horse, Zhang Jin trembled, his hair standing on end. But he could not retreat. Only cowards retreated. Just then, Qiu Yao'er stopped and stepped back several dozen paces. What did that mean? It was an invitation for Zhang Jin to charge at her on his horse. The Demoness's gesture was so arrogant that Zhang Jin felt insulted.
‘Qiu Yao'er, you may be strong, but not so strong that I, Zhang Jin, will fall in one blow. How dare you be so conceited. Since you’ve acted this way, don’t blame me when I win. The force of my warhorse's charge is over several thousand jin. No matter how strong you are, you’re still flesh and blood. Can you withstand such power?’
Zhang Jin turned his horse and retreated over two hundred meters. This was the optimal distance to build up the maximum impact for a charge. The entire battlefield fell silent, clearing a large space for the clash between Zhang Jin and Qiu Yao'er.
“Hiyah!”
Zhang Jin spurred his horse, gradually accelerating to its maximum speed. A thousand-mile horse plus Zhang Jin's weight was well over a thousand jin. The impact would be like being hit by a car traveling at seventy-two kilometers per hour.
“Die!”
Zhang Jin raised his sword and urged his warhorse on, charging toward Qiu Yao'er with astonishing speed and power, intending to crush and kill her. Everyone held their breath, watching the scene unfold.
‘How can a person of flesh and blood withstand the charge of a thousand-mile horse? But Qiu Yao'er, why aren't you dodging?’
Qiu Yao'er stood her ground, letting Zhang Jin charge at her on his thousand-mile horse. The distance closed to ten meters. Five meters, one meter! The thousand-mile horse slammed into Qiu Yao'er with all its might. Qiu Yao'er didn't even swing her executioner's blades; she simply threw a punch.
*Thwack!*
A loud crack echoed as the thousand-mile horse screamed. Its massive body, weighing a thousand jin, was launched high into the air. The horse spewed blood, its bones shattered, dead. Zhang Jin, who had been on its back, was also sent flying, but he didn't get far. In the same motion, Qiu Yao'er, who had leaped into the air, caught him. Zhang Jin possessed formidable martial arts, but at that moment, he was caught in mid-air as helplessly as a chick.
In Qiu Yao'er's eyes, even the powerful Zhang Jin was no different from Shen Lang—just another weakling. A battle? How dare he speak of a battle? Before her, no one could wage a battle. They could only flee the scene of a massacre. A moment later, their battle was over, and the fight for Raging Tide City had concluded. Shen Lang and his army never even had a chance to act.