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Wu Feng leaped off his horse, performed a backflip, and spun around in the air.

He took out the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear from his backpack, held it in his hand, and swept the spear in front of him.

A powerful surge of internal energy erupted from the gun, transforming into a visible burst of energy that swept out in a fan shape.

The incoming arrow struck the force of the air, snapping into several pieces with a crackling sound before falling to the ground.

Some arrows were propelled away by the force of the air, landing obliquely in the mud by the roadside, their fletchings still trembling.

When the archers on the city wall saw this, some almost dropped their bows, while others took two steps back and bumped into their comrades behind them.

The magistrate stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

The garrison commander's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turned white, and his lips trembled slightly.

Wu Feng landed from the air, his toes barely touching the ground as he unleashed the Lingbo Weibu technique, his figure transforming into a pale blue streak as he swept towards the city wall.

He kicked off the wall twice, his body rising up and landing lightly on the crenellations of the city wall.

He twirled the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear in his hand, and the cold light on the tip of the spear flashed briefly in the morning light.

The defender was the first to react.

He loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword, snatched a long spear from a guard beside him, and thrust it at Wu Feng with both hands.

The spear tip aimed straight for Wu Feng's chest, fast and ruthless, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut.

The county magistrate also moved. He drew a short knife from his waist, pounced from the side, and stabbed Wu Feng in the waist with the tip of the knife.

Both were skilled martial artists, and their teamwork was quite good, one in front and one behind, one facing forward and one to the side.

Wu Feng stood on the edge of the battlements, watching the two men rush towards him, his expression unchanged.

With a flick of his wrist, he swept the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear from right to left.

The gun, imbued with powerful internal energy, swept out, tearing through the air and emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The guard's spear had only been halfway through its thrust when the shaft of the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear swept across his chest.

With a "crack," the sound of the sternum shattering was clearly audible.

The garrison commander was sent flying backward, his body tumbling twice in the air before crashing into a watchtower pillar behind the city wall.

With a muffled thud, the pillar cracked open, and the guard's body was severed in two. Blood and internal organs gushed out from the broken ends, splattering all over the ground.

A flash of white light, and the corpse turned into specks of light and vanished.

Before the county magistrate's short knife could even touch Wu Feng's clothes, the tip of the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear had already swept past his side.

The spear tip was so sharp it could slice through tofu, cutting into the county magistrate's left waist and out through his right.

The county magistrate's body paused in mid-air for a moment, then his upper and lower body separated, and blood spurted out, splattering onto the blue bricks of the city wall.

A flash of white light, and the person was gone.

Two moves, two people.

From the moment the garrison commander drew his gun to the moment the county magistrate fell to the ground, less than two breaths had passed.

The city wall fell silent.

The magistrate stood behind the crenellations, his hands gripping the bricks of the wall, as if he were nailed to the spot, completely motionless.

He looked at the spot where the garrison commander and the county magistrate had disappeared, then at the bloodstains on the ground that had not yet faded. His lips trembled, and his face was as white as paper.

"You... what kind of monster are you..." The magistrate's voice was squeezed out of his throat, so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. His legs were trembling, and the hem of his official robe was shaking like the wind blowing across the water.

Wu Feng jumped down from the crenellation and stood on the city wall, holding the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear in his hand, the tip of which was still dripping blood.

With a slight thought, he opened his backpack and his gaze fell on the champion general's armor.

I checked the equipment.

A golden light shone from his body, and golden armor, shoulder guards, battle skirt, and helmet appeared on him one by one.

The golden armor plates gleamed brilliantly in the morning light, tiger heads were carved on the shoulder guards, and a coiled dragon pattern was engraved on the breastplate. The battle skirt reached down to the knees, and the red tassel on the helmet fluttered in the wind.

The magistrate looked at the man before him, clad in golden armor, the tip of his spear still dripping blood. Standing beside the crenellations of the city wall, bathed in the morning light, he looked like a god who had stepped out of a painting, or a demon who had crawled out of hell.

The magistrate's legs finally gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his official hat askew and falling to the side, his hair disheveled, looking utterly pathetic.

Wu Feng glanced down at him and pursed his lips.

"You don't need to know."

After saying that, he raised the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear, aimed the spear tip at the magistrate's chest, and thrust it out.

The spear tip pierced through the official's robe, through his chest, and emerged from his back.

The magistrate lowered his head, looking at the bloody hole in his chest. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

A flash of white light, and the person was gone.

A ball of light was left on the ground, which contained a copper key and several dozen taels of silver.

Wu Feng bent down, picked it up, and put it into his backpack.

He straightened up and turned to look at the guards on the city wall.

The archers were still crouching behind the battlements, some still holding their bows, while others had already thrown them to the ground.

The spearmen stood on the city wall walkway, holding their spears, but the tips of the spears were trembling. Some lowered their heads, not daring to look at him, while others took a few steps back and bumped into the wall behind them.

Wu Feng slammed the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear to the ground, the butt of the spear striking the blue brick with a muffled thud.

"Those who surrender will not be killed," he said, his voice not loud, but everyone on the city wall could hear him clearly.

There was a moment of silence.

"Clang—"

It's unclear who threw the weapon first, but a knife fell to the ground with a particularly jarring sound on the quiet city wall.

Immediately afterwards, clanging and banging sounds rose and fell as knives, guns, bows and arrows, and quivers were thrown to the ground one after another.

The guards knelt down one by one, some with their hands on the ground, some with their heads down and not daring to look at anyone, and some muttering "Spare me, spare me."

Wu Feng glanced around and saw that there were about a hundred people, all kneeling.

He turned to look in the direction of the city gate and shouted down, "Open the city gate!"

Hearing this, several kneeling guards below the city wall scrambled to their feet and hastily pulled off the bolts, pushing open the two heavy wooden doors.

The sound of the door hinges turning carried far in the morning light.

Wu Feng stood on the city wall and waved towards the official road.

Mu Lingyun rode his horse and led the group toward the city gate.

The horses' hooves kicked up a cloud of dust as they trod on the official road.

Li Fu followed beside him, with the three Han sisters riding behind them on horseback, and then a thousand veterans, lined up in several rows, filed in.

Mu Lingyun rode his horse into the city gate, looked up at the city wall, and saw Wu Feng standing next to the crenellation, his golden armor dazzling in the morning light.

His lips twitched, and he couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart.

This man's martial arts skills are ridiculously strong.

He thought today would be a tough battle, involving sieges, wall climbing, and street fighting, with at least a hundred people killed or wounded.

The results of it?

This man went up alone, and in just a few moves, the garrison commander was gone, the county magistrate was gone, and the county official was gone too.

The more than one hundred soldiers guarding the city wall couldn't even muster a decent resistance; they all knelt down.

To be honest, Mu Lingyun didn't think that the hundred or so soldiers on the city wall could do anything to this guy.

Even if these guards fight to the death, they can only hold out for a little longer before this man wipes them all out by himself.