Chapter 247
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The horn for the decisive battle was finally blown.
Both armies faced each other, and nobody dared to act rashly.
Zhao Wu and Zhao Zilong, father and son, joined the battle together. Both of them were clad in armor, and they looked determined.
"State Preceptor, do you dare to fight with me and my son?"
Zhao Wu gathered his Qi in his dantian and rode his horse to the front of the formation, shouting at Qiang Man.
No one thought that it was inappropriate for Zhao Wu to fight two against one. After all, his opponent was a Level Two expert. Even if there were a hundred or a thousand of them, what could they do?
At this moment, both sides were exceptionally quiet. Everyone was waiting for the State Preceptor's reply.
What surprised Zhao Zilong was that the rumored State Preceptor was wearing a white robe, and he looked rather similar to the people from the Central Plains.
Zhao Wu could tell that he was puzzled. He whispered in his ear, "This State Preceptor is really not simple. When he was young, he disguised himself and traveled to every inch of the Jiangchu Dynasty's land. He even fought with many people from the martial arts world. You can say that he knows the customs of the various regions better than the people from our dynasty."
Zhao Zilong understood. It made sense that a person who knew the hinterland of the Central Plains would prefer the clothing of the Central Plains.
The State Preceptor with outstanding looks took a step forward, and his voice was even louder than Zhao Wu's.
"What can you do even if all of you come at me together, let alone the two of you?"
His voice was so domineering that everyone could not help but look at him. The people from the Jiangchu Dynasty even revealed angry expressions.
Since both sides had decided on the rules, the decisive battle began immediately.
Both armies retreated a full three miles away, leaving a large space for the three of them. Ordinary people would not be able to interfere in a battle of such a level.
The State Preceptor's robe fluttered even though there was no wind, and he looked indescribably unrestrained. However, Zhao Wu and Zhao Zilong did not look down on him at all.
The two of them first raised their aura to the peak to ensure that they could unleash their greatest power in the battle. Then, they shouted in unison and charged at the State Preceptor.
"Take my punch!"
In a battle between experts, the slightest mistake could result in a difference of a thousand miles.
Qiangman State Preceptor only took a slight step to the side and dodged the ferocious attacks of the two. Then, he leisurely walked between the two of them as if he was taking a stroll.
"If this is all, I'm afraid it's not enough."
Zhao Wu's heart clenched when he heard those words.
Then, his body moved horizontally like a kite with a broken string.
He spat out mouthfuls of blood. At this moment, he was not worried about his own injuries. Instead, he began to worry about his only son.
The Qiangman State Preceptor was so powerful that he did not know if his son could withstand it.
Zhao Zilong, on the other hand, was staking everything on this one throw. He completely fused the power of the Blood Bead into his body and took a step forward, causing the ground to crack.
"Interesting."
Qiang Man couldn't help but feel slightly surprised by the might that Zhao Zilong revealed now. The youth before him probably couldn't be simply measured as a third-grade expert, and he might have some sort of trump card.
The dazzling attacks of the two began to unfold on the empty ground. Zhao Zilong was basically being suppressed, but he didn't lose the ability to resist like Zhao Wu did.
Everyone watched the battle closely. The battle between the two could be said to have decided the fate of the two countries.
If the Qiangman State Preceptor won, then the world would be settled.
If Zhao Zilong won, then the morale of the Jiangchu Dynasty would be greatly boosted. They would definitely take advantage of the situation and slaughter all the Qiangman State Preceptor.
What was unfortunate was that Zhao Zilong was still young and did not have as much battle experience as the State Preceptor. In the end, he was still struck in the chest.
Zhao Zilong's eyes began to lose focus. Was his life going to end just like that?
Lying not far away, Zhao Wu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. How could he just watch as Zhao Zi Long died in front of him? How would he have the face to return to the Zhao clan and see the Zhao matriarch and his wife?
Gritting his teeth, he struggled to stand up. Holding the spear beside him, Zhao Wu unleashed what could be said to be the most stunning move in his life.
The spear was incomparably sharp, giving off a feeling that it was unavoidable. Even someone as powerful as the Qiangman State Preceptor found it difficult to deal with. He had no choice but to unleash his full strength.
With a loud bang, the spear broke and Zhao Wu's figure fell heavily to the ground. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
On the other hand, the Qiangman State Preceptor was also in a sorry state. The corner of his clothes had also been torn by Zhao Wu's all-out attack.
"Father!"
Zhao Zilong was extremely anxious as he watched his father end up like this.
"You forced me to do this."
With a low roar, he no longer cared about what his Eldest Senior Brother had told him when he was on the mountain. He unleashed the ultimate move that was recorded in the notebook.
Strong winds blew and black clouds shrouded the entire battlefield.
Zhao Zilong's long hair fluttered in the wind as blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The injuries on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. His aura was also rising steadily.
He was going all out now. The ultimate move recorded in the notebook was a suicidal attack. Even if he won in the end, he would be left with injuries that would be difficult to heal even if he did not die.
His figure was like a ferocious dragon emerging from the river as he unleashed wave after wave of attacks fearlessly.
At the start, the Qiangman State Preceptor was still able to deal with it calmly. However, as the battle progressed, Zhao Zilong's aura grew stronger and stronger, to the point that he was already on par with the Qiangman State Preceptor.
However, he was now in a sorry state because of Zhao Zilong. His clothes were already dyed red with blood.
"Die!"
Zhao Zilong let out a long roar before his body moved rapidly. He controlled the spear in his hand and stabbed it straight at the Qiangman State Preceptor's chest.
At this critical moment, the Qiangman State Preceptor's face rapidly aged. It was clear that he was using his trump card.
A dazzling light erupted from his two fingers as they clamped down on the incoming spear.
There was a cracking sound.
The entire battlefield suddenly fell silent. Zhao Zilong and the Qiangman State Preceptor stood motionlessly in the middle of the battlefield.
The armies on both sides held their breaths as they did not know who would emerge victorious.
"Cough cough."
The old figure looked at the young man with a complicated expression and murmured, "Is it worth it to do this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly fell to the ground, causing the Jiangchu Dynasty's side to erupt in cheers.
However, Zhao Zilong's vision was also a little blurry. He felt his soul leaving his body bit by bit.
'Am I finally going to die?' He sighed in his heart.
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