Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

Helian Yunshan tried to draw his gun, but Fu Qing slashed at his neck with his right hand.

Helian Yunshan retreated with his spear raised, the blade grazing his nose and leaving a shallow bloodstain on the bridge of his nose.

He took a few steps back, regained his balance, and used his agility to move around Fu Qing.

Fu Qing's speed, boosted by the doubled speed bonus, was not much slower than Helian Yunshan's, but Helian Yunshan had more than a decade more combat experience than Fu Qing, his swordsmanship was more refined, and his movements were more methodical.

The two fought for a while longer. Fu Qing forced Helian Yunshan back several times by trading blows, but each time Helian Yunshan skillfully deflected the attacks and failed to launch a fatal combo.

His vital energy was being continuously depleted, and the effects of the bloodbath were nearing their end.

Just as Fu Qing was forced back by Helian Yunshan's sword and staggered back several steps, the sound of horses' hooves exploded from the side.

Han Yue rode the grassland horse he had seized from the horse farm, carrying a nine-ringed broadsword in one arm, and charged straight at Helian Yunshan from the side. He raised the broadsword above his head and slashed it down at Helian Yunshan's back.

Without turning his head, Helian Yunshan swung his spear backhand, using it as a knife to cut off the horse's leg, and Han Yue rolled to the ground.

Immediately afterward, Helian Yunshan's second spear slashed at Han Yue. Han Yue parried with his sword, and with a "crack," the blade broke in two. The remaining force of the blow struck Han Yue's right arm.

The blade sliced ​​into the shoulder blade and emerged from under the armpit, the entire right arm and the hand holding the knife flipped in the air before falling into a pool of blood.

Blood splattered all over the ground from Han Yue's severed arm. He gritted his teeth and didn't scream, but just pressed his left hand tightly against the wound.

Fu Qing stared at the right arm on the ground, which was still twitching slightly, his eyes bloodshot. He rushed forward like a madman, swinging his cold iron knife and slashing away, one blow after another.

There were no moves, no rules, just pure power and speed, with the blade flashing in a straight line.

Helian Yunshan turned around to parry with his gun, but was caught in the crossfire and unable to retaliate.

With a slash, Helian Yunshan parried with his spear. Sparks flew as the blade struck the spear shaft, causing the blood groove on the shaft to tremble.

Fu Qing slashed three times, each strike hitting the same spot on the spear shaft, leaving deeper and deeper marks than the last. Helian Yunshan's expression gradually darkened.

Fu Qing's move was unpredictable; he simply relied on his strength and speed to keep slashing, but unintentionally it formed a combo, with each strike heavier than the last, suppressing Helian Yunshan and forcing him to defend.

If he were to retaliate, he would have to take a fatal blow first, but that blow would likely kill him.

The seventh slash had deepened the wound on the spear shaft by nearly half. Blood trickled from the corner of Helian Yunshan's mouth; the seven consecutive slashes had injured his internal organs.

By the eleventh strike, Fu Qing's tiger's mouth was already split open, and blood was flowing down the hilt of the sword, but his sword strikes not only did not weaken, but became heavier with each strike.

When the eleventh strike landed on the spear shaft, Helian Yunshan finally couldn't hold on any longer. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the spear flew out of his hand, bouncing twice on the muddy ground.

With the twelfth strike, Fu Qing cleaved into Helian Yunshan's right shoulder, the blade cutting out from his waist.

Helian Yunshan's body was cleaved in two and lay on the ground, his blood splattering all over Fu Qing.

Kill Helian Yunshan (Sixth Level of Meridian Opening)...

Fu Qing stood beside Helian Yunshan's corpse, leaning on his knife, panting heavily.

He glanced down at Han Yue, who was lying unconscious on the ground, then at the severed arm, and roared, "Suwen!"

When Suwen arrived, Han Yue had already fallen into a deep coma due to excessive blood loss.

She squatted down to examine the wound on the severed arm. The medicinal vapors surged out and covered the cut surface, stopping the bleeding. Then she took out three silver needles from her medicine pouch and inserted them into Han Yue's Jianjing, Quchi, and Hegu acupoints respectively. She also took out a pill and put it into his mouth.

Having finished everything, Suwen raised her head.

"His life can be saved, but his arm can't be reattached. Helian Yunshan's sword energy has already shattered the meridians and bones of the severed arm."

Fu Qing remained silent for a long time, then looked down at Han Yue's pale face and took off the blood-soaked cloak from his clothes to cover Han Yue.

He stood up and looked at Ma Xiong, "Tie Old Wang up on the horse, let's go to the Golden Tent."

The grassland king's uncle, the white-haired and bearded Prince Kubi Xian, was dragged out by Ding Meng from the sheep pen behind the golden tent.

The old royal, wearing only a sheepskin vest and shivering from the cold, was carried out of the golden tent by Ding Meng on his shoulders.

Ma Xiong tied him to the horse's back, held a knife to his neck, and pressed the blade against his neck, leaving a shallow bloody mark.

"Make your damn steppe king retreat! If he doesn't, I'll cut off his head!"

The old royal was trembling with rage. "You bunch of barbarians from Jingguo!"

Fu Qing walked over and used the back of his cold iron sword to gently cut the tuft of white beard on the old royal's chin.

The whiskers landed on the blade, which he picked up with the tip and tossed to Ma Xiong. "Send this whisker to Kublai Khan and tell him that next time it'll be his head!"

...

Meanwhile, in Ironblood City.

The 100,000 reinforcements from Jingguo finally arrived at the city walls. Tian Jingming, who was on the city wall, saw the commander's flag of the reinforcements on the horizon. He picked up the iced tea on the table, took a sip, and put the teacup down on the city wall.

"They've finally arrived!"

The two sides worked together from within and without, catching the enemy off guard.

The Di army's retreat bugle sounded throughout the grasslands before nightfall. The 100,000-strong army withdrew dozens of miles from the border, handing over vast fertile grasslands to the Jing Kingdom.

Two days later, an imperial edict arrived from Jingjing, and the two sides signed a ceasefire agreement.

At the negotiating table, Kublai Khan slammed his wine glass down, looking at Tian Jingming with a mixture of hatred and helplessness.

"Commander Tian, ​​I admire your methods. Your Jingguo cavalry burned supplies and cut off supply lines in the rear, and even captured my uncle. If we hadn't been attacked from both sides and our supply lines hadn't been cut off, I wouldn't have signed this document. Even if you have reinforcements, I'm not afraid!"

Tian Jingming smiled slightly, holding his wine glass. "That's called a strategy."

Kublai Khan snorted coldly, signed the truce agreement, got up, and walked out of the tent without looking back.

...

Tian Jingming put down his wine glass, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the top of the tent, but what he was thinking about was something else entirely—where did that cavalry force come from?

Just then, a man entered through the door; it was the spy he had sent out.

"We've investigated thoroughly, Commander. That cavalry force numbers less than a thousand, each rider on two horses moving like the wind, and the leader wields a dark blue-green iron saber!"

Upon hearing the words "Cold Iron Blade," Tian Jingming froze for a long while, picked up his teacup, put it down again, and his lips twitched slightly.

"Damn it, it was that guy!"

...

A few days later, Fu Qing returned to Ironblood City with eight hundred cavalrymen. Although it was said to be eight hundred, in reality, less than four hundred brothers were still alive, but each one of them was an elite among elites.

Han Yue was carried into the city on horseback, his severed arm wrapped with Su Wen's medicine bandage. He had woken up but was too weak to speak.

Zhou Tie stood at the city gate, watching a group of cavalrymen covered in blood slowly walk from the official road to the north. His gaze lingered on the blood-covered figure on horseback at the very front of the group.

"Damn it..."

Old Qian, standing nearby, stared wide-eyed. "Good heavens, Commander Fu is still alive! Boss, it seems we erected the monument too early..."

"Get lost..."

Zhou Tie kicked Lao Qian so hard he fell flat on his face, then limped toward Fu Qing, leaning on his saber. He stopped in front of the horse, looked up at Fu Qing, and Fu Qing looked back at him.

After a few moments of eye contact, Zhou Tie gritted his teeth and spoke.

"You weeds! I've already erected your memorial tablet, right next to Old Zhao! Who told you to come back?"

Fu Qing chuckled, "So you didn't take two?"

Zhou Tie's eyelids twitched, and he turned to leave.

"Go see your son, he doesn't even recognize you..."

He muttered to himself as he walked, "Damn it, at most I'll get a few drops of horse piss from him. As long as the bastard comes back alive, hehe..."