A family of loyal martyrs, starting with nine wives to continue the family line.

A hand gripped her reins.

It's Huo Qingluan.

She had somehow arrived beside Liu Jingshuang.

That perpetually icy face now revealed a strange glint in its eyes, its gaze fixed intently on Wei Zhao in the battle circle, as if trying to see right through him.

Liu Jingshuang was both anxious and confused:

"Qingluan, what are you doing? Quanya Mao is already a trapped beast, don't let him hurt Uncle!"

Huo Qingluan didn't look at her; her gaze remained fixed on Wei Zhao's figure, watching him draw his gun and dodge with an effortless ease.

She spoke slowly, her voice not loud, but clearly reaching Liu Jingshuang's ears, carrying an undeniable resolve.

"Jing Shuang, you watch."

"If he can personally kill Quan Ya Mao, I, Huo Qingluan, will be willing to marry him."

When Huo Qingluan's words, "I'm willing to marry him," came crashing down, Liu Jingshuang's hand froze in mid-air.

She knew very well what kind of temper her third son's wife had.

Huo Qingluan came from a prestigious family and was inherently arrogant. Apart from the deceased Wei Jun, she had never given any man a second glance in her life.

She listened to the old lady's words but did not obey them.

Now, she's actually gambling with her life's most important matter.

Why?

Liu Jingshuang's mind was racing.

If Wei Zhao wants to truly shoulder the responsibility of leading the Wei family, the old matriarch's favoritism alone is not enough.

The Wei family army is a group of proud and fierce soldiers who only recognize fists and battle achievements.

These sisters-in-law, who held considerable military power, were even more arrogant and haughty.

If Wei Zhao can't even handle a weakened Quan Ya Mao and has to rely on a woman to save the day, then he will always just be a sickly younger brother-in-law who needs to be protected.

Only by personally cutting off this most significant head can he truly become the god of this army.

"Okay." Liu Jingshuang bit her lip until it bled, tasting the blood.

She forcefully pulled on the reins, and the warhorse paced restlessly in place.

"I'll watch. If he falls, I'll risk my life to cut you down with him."

Huo Qingluan ignored her threat and stared intently at the center of the battlefield.

Wei Zhao was unaware that the two women on the outside were using his life to decide his fate.

All his energy is now focused on the white horse he's riding.

"Giddy up!" Inuya Shigeru let out a beast-like roar, and his warhorse galloped forward.

Wei Zhao squeezed his legs together forcefully and charged forward.

The second collision.

The cold wind scraped across my cheeks like knives. Shigeru's curved blade, reeking of blood, came crashing down on me.

Although this one-eyed wolf had been starving for two and a half days, its survival instinct, which erupted on the verge of death, made its knife skills extremely ruthless.

That's a completely reckless fighting style.

Wei Zhao raised his white wax spear to block.

But he overlooked one thing—balance on horseback.

In foot combat, his feet are firmly planted on the ground, and his power originates from the ground, allowing his 105-pound physique to be fully utilized.

But on horseback, the momentum of the horse's high-speed charge, combined with the force of the opponent's slash, caused his center of gravity to shift instantly.

when!

The gun barrel and the blade collided violently, sparks flying everywhere.

Wei Zhao's body suddenly swayed to the left, his thighs failed to fully lock the saddle, and the tip of the white wax spear deviated by half an inch.

Shigeru Inuyaskeenly seized upon this flaw.

His scimitar slid down the gun barrel with a sudden thud, the blade grazing past Wei Zhao's cheek.

A few strands of hair drifted in the wind.

The blade sliced ​​through the skin of Wei Zhao's cheek, drawing out a thin line of blood.

The two warhorses passed each other, galloping more than ten steps before both reining in and coming to a stop.

Moro reined in his horse and suddenly turned around.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and blood was still dripping from the tiger's mouth where he gripped the knife.

But in that single, bloodshot eye, a light of wild joy burst forth.

He figured it out.

This sickly fellow has absolutely no skill in riding and fighting!

That last shot, though powerful, lacked the discipline of horsemanship. His lower body was unstable, and he and his horse were separated.

"Hahahaha!" Shigeru Inuya burst into unrestrained laughter, his laughter filled with the madness of surviving a catastrophe.

"I thought you were something special!"

He pointed his blood-stained scimitar at Wei Zhao.

"You little bastard from the Wei family, that's all you're capable of!"

"You're quite strong, but on horseback, you're no match for a three-year-old!"

"Your martial arts skills are far inferior to your eldest brother Wei Zhan and your third brother Wei Jun!"

"They are the real wolves, and you? You're just a sheep in wolf's clothing!"

As Inuya Shigeru spoke, he became more and more excited, feeling that he had seen a glimmer of hope for a comeback.

"Today, I'll use your head as a sacrifice to the swords of my Northern Rong warriors!"

Wei Zhao didn't even flinch at Quan Ya Mao's mockery.

He raised his left hand and casually wiped away the small bead of blood on his cheek with his thumb.

It hurt a little, but he felt unusually calm.

He quickly reviewed the two brief exchanges in his mind.

Shigeru Inuya was right; he was indeed unfamiliar with mounted combat.

This was the first time in his life that he had ever risked his life on horseback at high speed.

The undulations of a horse, the gripping force of the legs, and the twisting of the waist and hips while suspended in the air—all of these require time to develop muscle memory.

But what he has in abundance is control over his body.

The Killer God template brings not only a terrifying physique of 105 points, but also absolute coordination of every inch of muscle and every bone.

Those two collisions were enough.

He had figured out the rhythm of the warhorse when it was running, and he had also found the right fulcrum to exert force on the saddle.

"I see." Wei Zhao murmured to himself.

By sinking the power of the waist and hips into the saddle, and locking the horse's belly like iron clamps with both legs, the momentum of the warhorse can be turned into an assist for the spear to be thrust out.

With his constitution exceeding 100, he can expel 100% of it.

He looked at Inuya Shigeru with the same gaze he would give a corpse.

"Are you done laughing?" Wei Zhao asked coldly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached Inuya Shigeru's ears clearly.

Shigeru's laughter stopped abruptly.

He saw something in Wei Zhao's eyes that sent chills down his spine.

That wasn't anger, nor was it bravado; it was absolute confidence and ruthlessness.

The third collision.

Shigeru with canine teeth made the first move.