Chapter 311 - 205: Escape

Chapter 311: Chapter 205: Escape

Anyone who could cultivate to this level was certainly no fool.

They might not have been the most talented of their generation, but they were definitely the best at self-preservation.

So, he chose to flee!

"Trying to run? You’re not going anywhere!" the Military General roared, gritting his teeth as he executed an incredibly profound Fist Technique.

"Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound!"

As he shouted, every muscle in his body tensed. Qi and blood rushed into his fist, instantly suffusing his entire right arm with terrifying power.

He threw the punch, which flew out like a ferocious tiger pouncing for the kill.

"A parlor trick!"

However, the child-like youth from the Blood Dragon Platform merely glanced at the attack. A sneer played on his lips as he simply lifted his leg and kicked.

BANG!

The Military General’s attack instantly shattered. He was sent flying backward like a rubber ball, crashing heavily to the ground.

CRACK!

The distinct sound of bones snapping echoed from his chest. His ribs were clearly fractured; gravely injured, he had completely lost the ability to fight.

But at that very moment, another master hidden within the Great Wei Army—the man disguised as a soldier—fiercely struck.

SWOOSH!

The attack was simple and brutal, an incredibly domineering fist art known as the Monument-Breaking Hand.

BOOM!

As he swung his arm, the air seemed to explode. A faint golden aura flickered around it, hinting at the immense power it contained.

"Hmph, another parlor trick!"

The child-like youth snorted, once again using only his left hand to meet the attack.

But in the next instant, a flicker of sheer horror flashed through his eyes.

He found that he couldn’t put any strength into his left hand!

’What’s happening? Why is my hand suddenly so clumsy...’ The thought surfaced, but before it could finish, he found his throat seizing up, unable to make a sound.

"Die!"

An incomparably sharp dagger appeared before his eyes.

SLASH!

The next moment, a head soared into the air as hot blood sprayed out, staining the ground red.

The child-like youth fell stiffly to the ground, his eyes wide and bulging.

He died without ever understanding why.

With the master from the Blood Dragon Platform slain, the remaining bandits, though numerous, were no match for the army of the Great Wei Dynasty. In the blink of an eye, they suffered devastating casualties. The bandits were utterly routed, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

"Don’t press a desperate foe!"

Seeing this, the leading Military General immediately stopped his soldiers from giving chase. His gaze then fell upon the corpses on the ground. "Take their heads. We’re leaving."

Soon, the Great Wei Dynasty’s supply escort, carrying their grim trophies, resumed their march toward the front lines.

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Night gradually descended. In the valley, a bonfire blazed.

The bandit chieftain stared at his men, their numbers reduced to a mere tenth of what they were. His expression was terrifyingly grim.

"Damn it! I can’t believe those imperial troops were so cunning. It’s like they knew our plan in advance, hiding masters to ambush us," he cursed viciously.

Victory in today’s battle should have been assured.

With a sneak attack and masters from the Blood Dragon Platform on their side, they should have been able to sweep through the entire army camp.

But who could have predicted such a turn of events? All the masters from the Blood Dragon Platform were killed, with only a handful managing to escape.

"Chieftain, there must be an imperial spy among us. Otherwise, today wouldn’t have ended like this!" a low, hoarse voice interjected.

"Hmm? Are you saying we have a mole?"

The chieftain’s gaze hardened. He had just been venting his anger, but now, hearing this, he immediately suspected that a spy must have leaked their plan, leading to today’s disastrous losses.

"There can be no mistake."

The owner of the hoarse voice was none other than the masked man in black. He pondered for a moment before speaking:

"Based on my observations, a supply convoy of this scale would normally be led by a dozen or so Qi Sensing Martial Masters at most. But this time, they had two Innate Grandmasters.

Furthermore, one was a Mid-stage Innate and the other was a Late-stage Innate. They were even disguised as common soldiers. They must have learned of our plans in advance and set up an ambush for us!"

Not to mention the master archer hidden in the shadows. Otherwise, in a two-on-two fight, our side could still have easily crushed their transport team.

After hearing this, the chieftain’s eyes turned ice-cold.

"You’re saying we have a traitor?" The chieftain’s eyes glinted. "Find them! Drag this spy out now!"

"Heh heh, leave it to me."

The man in black chuckled darkly, a cold killing intent glinting in his eyes. "I’d love to see who’s disloyal enough to betray us!"

His gaze swept over the surviving bandits, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty cruelty. "Heh heh... one of you is an imperial spy. Don’t think you’re well hidden. You’ve already slipped up. Are you going to step forward on your own, or do I have to drag you out?"

At this moment, the surviving bandits’ faces were pale as paper. They were all scared into silence.

None of them were fools. The bizarre series of events tonight made it clear that an imperial spy had infiltrated their ranks. Otherwise, how could a trap have been so perfectly arranged, waiting for their arrival?

But of course, whoever the spy was, they certainly weren’t going to admit it.

For a moment, the entire camp was utterly silent.

"Heh, since none of you are willing to confess, fine. I’ll find you myself!"

The man in black laughed sinisterly, his eyes turning scarlet as a murderous aura billowed from his body.