Martial Arts World Assassin

Chapter 18: Bloodbath
South Gate of Shengjing.

Deshengmen.

A large group of merchants from the Central Plains parked their trucks on the side of the street.

This caravan was jointly organized by several trading companies in the Central Plains, with over a hundred members. They traveled along the Liaodong trade route all year round, specializing in trade between the Central Plains and the Tartars.

But even though they had visited Shengjing City many times, they still had to undergo strict inspections by the Tartars guarding the city every time they entered or left the city.

Once the Tartars confirm that there are no problems with the goods and official documents, they will allow them to leave the city.

It was afternoon, not yet dark, and the city gates were still open.

After half an hour of processing, the procedures for leaving the city were finally completed.

The commander of the city defense was about to wave his hand and tell these Central Plains merchants to get out.

Suddenly, I heard a burst of urgent shouting coming from the street: "Lock down the city! Lock down the city!"

In the blink of an eye, a fast horse arrived at the city gate.

An Eight Banners nobleman sat on the horse and ordered the commander of the city defense: "Seal the city gates immediately! An assassin entered the palace to assassinate Your Majesty, and Your Majesty has already passed away! The assassin is still at large, you must seal the city gates immediately, and not even a fly is allowed to fly out!"

When the commander of the city defense heard that His Majesty had passed away and was killed by an assassin, he was stunned. His Majesty was brave and strong, victorious in every battle, and commanded the elite troops of the Eight Banners to sweep across the border. Who is an assassin? Could he kill His Majesty?

Seeing that the city guard commander on horseback ignored them, the nobles of the Eight Banners whipped him with their whips: "What are you still standing there for? Go and seal off the city!"

The commander of the city defense finally reacted and turned around to signal the soldiers on the city wall to close the city gate and raise the drawbridge, but he was stopped by the nobles of the Eight Banners.

He raised his whip and pointed it at the nearby merchants from the Central Plains. Suddenly, his eyes flashed with ferocity, and he said hatefully, "The assassin is from the Central Plains, he must have accomplices, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get into the palace! Capture all these barbarians from the Central Plains, and kill anyone who dares to resist!"

"Kill your mother!"

A tall and thin young man jumped out from among the traveling merchants, suddenly used a light body skill, jumped in front of the horse of the Eight Banners noble, and punched him directly.

The nobleman of the Eight Banners raised his arms to block, but was knocked off his horse by a punch.

The tall and thin young man also fell back to the ground, reached for the waist of the city guard commander with his backhand, drew out the commander's sword with a "swish", and slashed horizontally with the sword without saying a word.

He beheaded the city guard leader with a single blow, then turned around and yelled at the hundreds of merchants present: "The dogs are trying to kill us, why are you still standing there like idiots? Hurry up and grab the horses and weapons and rush out of the city!"

This was his first visit to Liaodong. He had seen the brutality and harm done to the people by the Tartars along the way. He had been filled with rage for a long time, but had no place to vent it. When he heard the scolding from the nobles of the Eight Banners just now, he could no longer suppress his anger.

He was full of hot-blooded people and thought that he would rather die here today than surrender. He had to kill a few Tartar dogs before he died.

Looking at the group of merchants, none of them wanted to take action in Shengjing City, as this would lead to brutal revenge from the Tartar soldiers. However, the tall and thin young man was stupid enough to just draw his sword and attack, leaving them with no way to retreat.

The leaders of the various businesses saw this tricky situation and immediately gave the order: "Abandon the trucks, ride on horses, and rush out of the city gate! If anyone falls behind, they will have to find a way to return to the Central Plains!"

These hundreds of merchant porters who dared to take the Liaodong trade route were basically all skilled in martial arts. Upon hearing the orders from their respective leaders, they immediately split into two groups, one group untied the reins and led the horses, while the other group rushed towards the city gate.

At this time, the soldiers guarding the city had begun to work together to close the gate, but they were attacked by poison needles, locust stones, and slingshot arrows, and were instantly paralyzed to death.

The city gates opened immediately.

The tall and thin young man swung his sword to kill several soldiers, then glared at the noble of the Eight Banners: "Dog Tartar..."

Before he could throw the knife, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a middle-aged man with a mustache.

The middle-aged man with a mustache led two fast horses and signaled to the tall and thin young man: "Third Junior Brother, don't hesitate to fight, get on the horse quickly, and let's get out of the city!"

The middle-aged man's name is Wu Ping, and the tall and thin young man is his fellow apprentice Luo Liru. The two have been learning together since childhood.

Wu Ping was very dissatisfied with Luo Liru's reckless behavior, but the matter was done and the goods he was transporting could no longer be retrieved. He could only pray to save his life first.

Wu Ping brought the horses and called Luo Liru to escape.

Luo Liru also knew that the situation was critical and there was no point in staying any longer. He glared at the Eight Banners nobles, jumped on his horse, and rode out of the city with Wu Ping.

However, the suspension bridge outside the door was rising slowly. It was hung by two iron chains, which the dozen or so porters who had rushed to the side of the bridge could not cut.

At this time, a giant man in a Lama robe appeared at the back of the caravan's truck. He was nine feet tall, with a package on his back and an iron Zen staff with a crescent shape in his hand, as if he was about to leave the city in a hurry.

He saw the melee at the city gate, and immediately shouted, raised his Zen staff and rushed out, reaching the suspension bridge in one breath.

He was naturally strong and had martial arts skills. He raised his staff and smashed the iron chain. The chain broke immediately and the suspension bridge fell down with a rumble. "Good!"

Wu Ping and Luo Liru saw this and praised him: "Master, you are really strong! May I ask what your name is?"

Without even turning his head, the giant Lama replied in a gruff voice: "My fellow warriors call me Iron Arhat."

Wu Ping and Luo Liru were both surprised: "Iron Arhat? Master, you are from the Central Plains, right? Why are you wearing a lama's robe?"

Without waiting for Tie Luohan to reply.

Suddenly, on the flat bridge ahead, a "boom!" an armored Tartar landed.

This Tartar jumped down from the arrow tower above the city gate. He was covered in black armor, holding an iron axe, and was half a head taller than the Iron Arhat.

Seeing his strong figure, Tie Luohan felt a desire to win, so he rushed forward with his Zen staff in hand, "Get out of the way!"

The armored Tartar remained silent, staring at the Iron Arhat with a cold gaze like a knife. When the Zen stick approached, he raised his axe to block it.

There was a sound of "clang!"

The Iron Arhat's knuckles suddenly cracked, and although the staff did not fall out of his hand, his body retreated more than ten steps. If Wu Ping and Luo Liru had not pushed his back together, he would probably have continued to fall backwards.

The armored Tartar stood still, like an iron tower.

Tie Luohan was unwilling to accept the defeat and wanted to raise his staff to fight again, but was stopped by Wu Ping: "Master, this man should be Baturu among the Tartars, a famous warrior. We are being blocked by the Tartars now, so we must not get entangled with him. Let's rush out of the suspension bridge first. Once we are out of danger, it will not be too late to challenge him in the future!"

Tie Luohan nodded immediately and put away his Zen staff: "Very true!"

At this time, hundreds of caravan porters had basically rushed out of the city gate, using their whips to block the arrows shot from the city wall.

They were just about to work together to break through the blockade of the armored Tartars, when they suddenly found that the Tartars stopped shooting arrows and rushed to the other side of the city wall.

"Huh? What's going on?"

These hundreds of people were suddenly extremely surprised and subconsciously turned their heads to look inside the city gate.

At the end of the long street, a large chestnut horse appeared, and on the horse sat a man in red. The man was covered in blood, as if he had just crawled out of a pool of blood. There were several feather arrows stuck in his chest and back, but he seemed to be unaware of it. He always held the reins tightly and rode towards the city gate.

"Assassin descends the dragon!"

When the noble from the Eight Banners saw the chestnut horse appear outside the city gate, he immediately screamed:
"Catch the assassin Jiang Long. He is the one who stabbed your majesty to death! Release the arrows, release them quickly!"

His voice was sharp and loud, and everyone on and below the city wall could hear it clearly.

A Tartar soldier on the wall wanted to make a name for himself, so he suddenly leaped over and threw himself at the bay horse, shouting, "Revenge for your majesty!"

Huang Sixi rushed through the long street and was about to enter the door when he saw someone blocking his way in mid-air. He raised his palm and slapped him: "Get out!"

The soldier was hit in the abdomen, leaned back, and slammed into the top of the city gate, and blood splashed everywhere with a "puff!"

Huang Sixi rushed into the city gate in the rain of blood and continued to charge towards the suspension bridge.

The hundreds of people on the bridge saw Huang Sixi's violent palm power and his body covered in blood, and they couldn't help but shudder. They hurriedly pulled the reins of their horses and quickly made way for him.

At this moment, only the armored Tartars were left on the suspension bridge, still facing Huang Sixi.

"what!"

The armored Tartar suddenly shouted: "Assassin Jianglong, give me your life!"

Huang Sixi did not stop for a moment, and rushed forward on his horse. When he arrived in front of the armored Tartar, he raised the stick in his left hand, and with a "clang!" sound, he knocked the iron axe away. With his other hand, he exerted force and slapped the armored Tartar in the heart.

This strong man who was as strong as an iron tower was unexpectedly slapped into the air by a palm strike.

Huang Sixi did not make a follow-up move. Instead, he grabbed the iron axe that had fallen in the air with his right hand. He gathered all his internal strength and, with the help of the inertia of the charge, swung the axe horizontally, cutting straight through the chest and abdomen of the armored Tartar.

The Tartar, along with his armor, was instantly cut into two pieces.

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