aircannonsinc Chapter 158 Killing the Enemy
Chapter 158 Killing the Enemy
"Your martial arts are superb. May I ask who you are?" Master Lingzhi asked in a deep voice, secretly on guard.
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Ouyang Ke leaped to the spot, staring intently at Zhao Yu, his eyes practically spitting fire: "This man is Zhao Yu, the emperor of the Song Kingdom!"
Master Lingzhi was taken aback, clearly not expecting that the ruler of a country would personally take action, and with such high martial arts skills.
Zhao Yu stood with his hands behind his back: "Since you're here, stay."
"Go!" Ouyang Ke made a decisive decision, shouting in a low voice, "Our whereabouts have been exposed, we cannot stay any longer! Go back and report to the commander-in-chief, and we will send troops to attack. That would be a great achievement."
Having said that, he turned and was about to flee.
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Lingzhi Shangren refused to leave, sneering, "What is Young Master Ouyang afraid of? He's just one person. Even if his martial arts are a bit better, can he withstand the two of us working together? Taking down the Song Emperor would be a tremendous achievement! When the commander is happy, he'll enjoy endless wealth and glory."
He had lived in the Jin Dynasty for a long time and had always looked down on the Song people.
In his view, the emperor was nothing more than a pampered person, and even if he knew some martial arts, how high could he be?
Hou Tonghai's death just now was most likely due to carelessness.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu laughed instead.
He watched Ouyang Ke's retreating figure and said loudly, "Ouyang Ke, your uncle Ouyang Feng told me a secret before he died. He said that you are not his nephew at all, but his biological son. He had an affair with his sister-in-law, which is why you were born."
"Your father's killer is right in front of you, and you're running away? Is this all the backbone the people of White Camel Mountain have?"
These words struck Ouyang Ke like a thunderbolt.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"You're talking nonsense!" Ouyang Ke roared, his voice trembling. "Zhao Yu, I will never forgive you!"
He already harbored deep hatred for Zhao Yu, and now that his most painful secret had been exposed, his reason was instantly overwhelmed by rage.
Ouyang Ke gritted his teeth and said, "Master, help me kill him! After it's done, all the rare treasures of White Camel Mountain will be yours!"
"Of course!" Master Lingzhi readily agreed.
Having said that, he crossed his hands, bringing a gust of bloody wind, and pounced on Zhao Yu first.
The palm strike was fierce and carried the poisonous power of Tantric Buddhism, making it extremely vicious.
Ouyang Ke followed closely behind, opening and closing his folding fan, and several poison needles shot out. At the same time, he moved around, intending to attack from the side.
But after running only two steps, Ouyang Ke suddenly swayed and turned a corner, running towards the city gates. He escaped.
What a joke! Even Uncle Ouyang Feng died at this man's hands. He and Master Lingzhi combined are not even a third as strong as Ouyang Feng. Going up there would just be throwing your life away.
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn; Ouyang Ke is no fool.
What is the hatred of killing one's father, what is wealth and glory, none of them are as important as one's own life.
He ran away, but Lingzhi Shangren didn't. He continued to attack Zhao Yu, completely unaware that his teammate had betrayed him.
Zhao Yu casually struck out with his palm, seemingly effortlessly, yet it shattered Lingzhi Shangren's palm force. The remaining momentum did not diminish and solidly imprinted itself on Lingzhi Shangren's chest.
With a crisp cracking sound, Lingzhi Shangren's massive body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. He twitched twice and then remained still, black blood flowing from his seven orifices, clearly indicating that he was not going to live.
one move.
With just one move, Master Lingzhi was gone.
With Master Lingzhi dead, Zhao Yu watched Ouyang Ke's hasty retreat and sneered disdainfully.
He took a step and gave chase, using the Lingbo Weibu technique to quickly close the distance.
With his lightness skill, catching up with Ouyang Ke would only take a moment.
Just then, urgent shouts suddenly came from the city wall in the distance.
"Your Majesty! A large contingent of Jin troops is at the city gates!"
Zhao Yu paused in his steps.
It seems that Ouyang Ke and his men's infiltration and the Jin army's attack on the city were pre-arranged, with them working in perfect coordination, one after the other.
At this moment, the city's defense is of utmost importance. If we chase them too far, the Jin army might take the opportunity to attack the city, which would be a greater loss than gain.
He stopped and watched Ouyang Ke's receding figure. A flash of silver light appeared in his sleeve, and a silver needle shot out, piercing through the air.
Ouyang Ke, who was fleeing ahead, seemed to sense something and subconsciously lowered his body.
With a "plop," the silver needle missed his back but pierced his left shoulder.
Ouyang Ke let out a muffled groan as his entire arm instantly went numb.
He dared not look back, gritted his teeth and ran even faster, disappearing into the night in a few leaps.
"I'll cripple your arm, consider it interest," Zhao Yu said calmly, withdrawing his gaze.
There will be plenty of opportunities to kill him later; there's no need to rush.
He turned and quickly climbed onto the city wall.
Below the city, the dark mass of Jin troops had already formed ranks, their torches creating a sea of fire, glaring menacingly at the city walls.
The Jin general in the lead was brandishing his whip and shouting, directing his soldiers to carry the siege ladder forward.
Zhao Yu ordered in a deep voice: "Prepare rolling logs and stones, archers take their positions. Hold the city walls and do not let a single Jin soldier up."
"As you command!"
The battle to defend the city has begun.
Zhao Yu stood atop the city wall, gazing coldly at the Jin army formation.
The real battle is about to begin.
Early the next morning, more than a hundred miles away from Zaoyang City, Ouyang Ke stumbled and ran through the wilderness.
The wound on his left shoulder was numb and painful, and he couldn't lift his entire arm. The internal energy attached to the silver needles was still eroding his meridians.
His face was deathly pale, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and every step he took aggravated the pain in his wounds.
He felt both hatred and fear.
She hated Zhao Yu for his viciousness, hated herself for her carelessness, and hated Lingzhi Shangren for overestimating his abilities and losing his life in vain.
But if it weren't for Master Lingzhi holding him back for a moment, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape.
He ran from midnight until dawn, and from noon until dusk, covering more than a hundred miles, almost risking his life to catch up.
He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the outline of the Jin army camp in the distance. His legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
The Jin soldiers at the camp gate rushed forward to help him up: "Young Master Ouyang, how did you get so badly injured?"
"Take me...to see the commander-in-chief..." Ouyang Ke gasped for breath, his voice weak.
The guards dared not delay and quickly helped him to the central command tent.
Wanyan Kuangzheng was discussing military affairs with his generals when he heard that Ouyang Ke had returned, injured, and he quickly had him helped in.
"General..."
Ouyang Ke was helped in, his face ashen: "In Zaoyang City... it's Emperor Zhao Yu of the Song Dynasty... he's personally leading troops... guarding Zaoyang..."
After saying that, everything went black and he fainted.
"What?"
The generals inside the tent were in an uproar and all stood up.
The Song emperor is in Zaoyang? This is absolutely fantastic news!
Wanyan Kuang suddenly stood up. He had thought that the force that attacked Zaoyang was just a detachment, but he did not expect that it was actually led by the emperor of the Southern Dynasty himself.
If we can capture Zaoyang and either capture or kill the Song emperor, then we will have won this battle completely.
With no emperor in the Southern Dynasties, the court is leaderless. If they were to march south, taking Lin'an would be a piece of cake.
"Guards! Take Young Master Ouyang away and treat him properly!" Wanyan Kuang ordered in a deep voice.