Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

However, the Mongol wolf cavalry's strength far exceeded the imagination of the heroes of the Central Plains.

These elite troops, who had survived countless battles on the grasslands, showed no sign of panic even when surrounded.

Under the command of centurions and deputies at all levels, they quickly formed small circular defensive formations, like solid reefs, stubbornly resisting attacks from all directions.

Their horsemanship was superb, their scimitars ruthless, and their teamwork impeccable; every counterattack they launched could take the lives of several skilled warriors from the Central Plains.

The raiding party led by Luo Bing is now engaged in the most arduous and bloody battle.

Her once bright and beautiful face, now stained with blood and dust, only gained a more breathtaking and heroic air. Her tight-fitting night clothes were already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her voluptuous, curvaceous body, and every dodge and movement outlined a breathtaking arc.

Her twin swords flashed in her hands, their blades as sharp as snow, incredibly swift, each strike aimed at the enemy's most unexpected blind spot. Her husband, Wen Tailai, wielded powerful, sweeping blows, his iron palms whistling through the air with the force of thunder. Any wolf rider struck by his palms suffered broken bones and fell to the ground.

But they were only a hundred men, and facing an enemy ten times their size who were fearless, they were beginning to show signs of fatigue.

The raiding party's formation was broken several times, and they suffered heavy casualties. Although they fought desperately and killed nearly two hundred wolf riders, they had lost more than half of their own. The remaining members were all wounded and were struggling to hold on with only their courage and fighting spirit.

Lin Xuan's gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield and precisely locked onto a large golden tent behind the wolf cavalry formation.

That was the command center of the enemy's commander, Bolton.

Outside the tent, a ferocious banner embroidered with a black wolf stood tall. Beneath it, three hundred of the most valiant guards, clad in gleaming armor and armed with a forest of swords and spears, protected the tent like an iron fortress.

Bolton himself stood before the main tent, a cruel and contemptuous smile on his face, looking at the Central Plains people who, in his eyes, were like ants, stubbornly resisting.

He had already seen through the enemy's intentions. As long as the most elite "sharp knife" at the bottom of the valley was completely wiped out, the so-called ambushers on both flanks would collapse in morale and become lambs to the slaughter.

"That's about enough." Lin Xuan muttered to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "The fish are in the net and their attention is firmly drawn to the bait. Now, it's time to haul in the net."

He leaped down from the rock, his figure swift and unpredictable, and in a few flashes he appeared behind the Huashan Sect's position.

"Young Master Lin!" Several Huashan disciples who were carrying logs were both surprised and delighted to see him. "Master's wife..."

"Miss Ning's injuries are no longer serious, and she is recuperating in the cave." Lin Xuan's voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable authority. "Pass on my order: all second-generation disciples who are still capable of fighting, assemble here immediately! Ten only, the strongest of them!"

His words seemed to possess a certain magic, instantly reassuring the disciples who had been anxious due to the stalemate in the battle. Soon, ten elite disciples of the Huashan Sect stood before him, longswords in hand.

Lin Xuan's gaze swept over them, then turned to the leaders of other sects who were directing operations not far away, and he said loudly:

"Esteemed seniors! Heroine Luo Bing and her comrades have fought valiantly for a long time, creating a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us! Now, the enemy leader Bolton is complacent, believing victory is assured, and his defenses are most lax! I, Lin Xuan, am willing to personally lead a sharp-edged squad, emulating Zhuge Liang's surprise attack on Ziwu Valley, to strike at the heart of the enemy and capture their flag!"

"I request that each of you seniors select ten of your most elite disciples to accompany me! If we succeed in this battle, not a single wolf rider will be spared; if we fail, my head, Lin Xuan's, will be on this battlefield!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. His composed demeanor and confident command of authority invigorated all who heard it!

The leaders of the various factions, who had been worried about the raiding party's difficult battle, now seemed to see a glimmer of victory. Without hesitation, they immediately selected their strongest disciples.

Before long, a force of fifty people, representing the most elite of the younger generation in the entire Central Plains martial arts world, gathered in front of Lin Xuan.

In the eyes of each of them burned a fierce fighting spirit and an almost blind trust in Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan looked at the team and nodded in satisfaction. His gaze swept over each member, and his voice became deep and powerful:

"Listen up, everyone. We're not going there to charge into battle or kill as many enemies as possible. We have only one goal—the large tent under the black wolf flag, three hundred feet away!"

He pointed into the distance, his voice as cold as a knife: "I don't need you to linger in battle, I don't need you to play the hero. What I need from you is speed, stealth, and absolute obedience!"

"I will tear a bloody path for you to the heart of the enemy chieftain, and all you have to do is follow closely behind me and plunge your swords, your knives, your palms into the enemy's throat! Do you have the confidence?"

"Yes!" Fifty men roared in unison, their voices echoing across the surrounding area.

"Alright! Let's go!"

Before Lin Xuan could finish speaking, he shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

But the way he moved forward was extremely bizarre.

Instead of moving in a straight line, he used a movement technique from the Nine Yin Manual, leaving behind blurry afterimages on the chaotic battlefield.

He sometimes moved through the shadows of the rocks, sometimes used a corpse as cover, and sometimes floated lightly across an area full of traps like a leaf blown by the wind.

The chaotic arrows and flying stones on the battlefield couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes. His speed was so great that it made no sound of anything cutting through the air, as if he wasn't running at all, but "flickering" through the gaps in the darkness.

Those fifty elite disciples, all possessing exceptional insight, were horrified by what they saw. They exerted all their strength and used all their skills, yet they could only barely keep up with Lin Xuan's pace, daring not to slacken in the slightest.

This elite squad, like a venomous snake lurking in the deep sea, silently yet with astonishing speed, pounces on its unsuspecting prey.

They bypassed the most intense frontal combat zone and cut into the battlefield from the flank, on a steep slope almost ignored by everyone, littered with corpses and the remains of warhorses.

"puff!"

A Mongolian sentry on guard duty had just sensed something amiss, but before he could issue a warning, a streak of blue sword light flashed from the shadows behind him like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, precisely severing his throat.

Lin Xuan's figure passed by without even pausing.

The Huashan disciples who followed immediately stepped forward and silently dragged the body into the shadows.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, with perfect teamwork.

Lin Xuan stood in front, like a death god from hell. The originally ordinary blue steel longsword in his hand had now transformed into the most efficient killing tool.

His sword never misses. Whether it's a stab to the throat, a pierce to the heart, or a slit in the neck, each strike is concise, precise, and deadly. Any enemy who stands in his way, whether an overt or covert sentry, is silently eliminated in an instant.

The fifty people behind him were like fifty sharp scalpels, silently and efficiently cleaning up all the "handling" issues.

Their eyes were filled with awe for Lin Xuan; they had never imagined that killing could be so "artistic."

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, this ghostly team had already moved nearly two hundred feet without anyone noticing, successfully circling around to the side and rear of the enemy's command tent.

This was the weakest link in Bolton's defense system. In his mind, no army from the Central Plains could possibly cross that battlefield, which he considered a death trap, and reach this place.

At this moment, Luo Bing's pressure had reached its peak.

Her companions, now numbering less than thirty, were all wounded and formed a small circle, putting on a last stand.

The mandarin duck swords in her hands were dulled from countless slashes, and her thumb and forefinger were cracked, blood soaking the hilts. Her proud chest heaved violently with her rapid breathing, a breathtaking sight. But her eyes remained bright as stars, filled with an indomitable fighting spirit.

Just as she was about to despair, she suddenly heard a very soft, delicate bird song.

That was... the signal for the all-out attack that Lin Xuan and she had agreed upon beforehand!

Luo Bing's spirits lifted instantly. With all her might, she let out a clear, sharp cry: "Brothers! Young Master Lin's grand plan has succeeded! Follow me, let's make one last desperate gamble, kill—!"

That sharp cry, like a shot of adrenaline, injected into the hearts of all the remaining fighters. They unleashed their last potential, following Luo Bing like an arrow burning with the flames of life, launching a desperate charge towards Bolton's location!

This move immediately attracted the attention of Bolton and all his bodyguards.

"You damned vermin!" Bolton sneered, drawing his golden scimitar. "Royal Guards, crush them!"

Three hundred elite guards roared in unison, ready to meet the attack.

At that very moment, behind them, in the place they least expected, death... descended!

"Let's do it!"

Lin Xuan's icy voice was like a judgment from the deepest hell.

He was the first to make a move, his figure spreading like a roc spreading its wings. He leaped up from behind the rock where he was hiding, and the long sword in his hand drew a dazzling sword flower in the air, like mercury spilling onto the ground, instantly enveloping the three closest guards.

"Puff puff!"

With three soft sounds, three heads shot into the air, spurting blood!

At the same time, his fifty elite disciples, like tigers descending the mountain, launched an attack from all directions, unleashing all the skills they had painstakingly honed over the years on the unsuspecting Mongol guards!

In an instant, screams, cries of alarm, and the sounds of weapons piercing flesh filled the air!

This sudden, fatal blow from behind plunged these battle-hardened soldiers into immense chaos and panic. Their proud formation crumbled instantly under the enemy's unpredictable attacks.

Lin Xuan's target was never these guards.

He struck successfully and didn't stop. His figure flashed through the crowd a few times, like a streak of blue lightning, traversing dozens of feet, heading straight for the black wolf flag that represented the soul of the entire army!

"Protect the general! Protect the banner!"

A centurion of the guards was the first to react. He roared and swung his spiked club down at Lin Xuan's head, determined to smash him into a pulp.

Lin Xuan didn't even look, and with a backhand strike, he struck first despite being behind.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the longsword, crafted from fine steel, struck the weakest point of the spiked club at an incredible angle.

The centurion felt an overwhelming force coming from the club, his hand instantly burst open, and the heavy spiked club flew out of his hand, knocking down several of his comrades behind him.

As for him, because his defenses were wide open, he was pierced through the chest by a disciple's longsword that followed him.

Lin Xuan's figure had already appeared under the banner.

He reached out with his left hand and grabbed the cold flagpole, releasing his inner force!

"Crack!"

He snapped the enormous flagpole, which required several people to encircle, out of thin air!

Lin-Xuan stood proudly in the center of the field, holding the huge black wolf flag in one hand, and gave Bolton a cruel smile.

"Bolton, I accept your command!"

"You brat! How dare you do this!"

Bolton's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. For an army, having its command flag captured is a far greater disgrace than defeat!

He roared, brandishing his golden scimitar, and pounced on Lin Xuan like a wounded beast.

However, he was fast, but Lin Xuan was even faster!

Lin Xuan hurled the broken flag in his hand. The huge flag, like a dark cloud covering the sky, crashed down on the guards in front of him with tremendous force, instantly causing a chaotic scene of men and horses falling to the ground.

Using the recoil from the throw, he appeared in front of Bor-Hu as if by teleportation.

The two were less than three feet apart.

Bolton could even see the undisguised mockery in Lin Xuan's eyes, as if he were looking at a dead man.

He had fought countless battles in his life and had never felt such a bone-chilling cold. He wanted to swing his sword, but found that his wrist had been gently held by the other's fingers without him even realizing it.

That hand, which looked fair and slender, was like a red-hot iron clamp, rendering him unable to move.

"Your knife is too slow."

Lin Xuan spoke softly, and with his other hand, his fingers pointed like a sword, he slowly, yet irresistibly, touched Bolton's brow.

Bolton's eyes were filled with endless fear and resentment. He watched helplessly as the finger grew larger and larger in his pupils, unable to even blink.

"puff."

A soft sound, like a ripe watermelon being punctured.

Lin Xuan's fingertip pierced Bolton's brow, and a spiraling force of yin and yang energy erupted within his skull.

Bolton's expression froze instantly. The light in his eyes vanished as quickly as the tide receded, leaving only a deathly gray.

His tall body swayed twice before crashing backward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Bolton, the fearsome general of the grasslands and commander of three thousand wolf riders, is dead!

Lin Xuan slowly withdrew his fingers, flicking away the red and white residue. He bent down, picked up the golden scimitar symbolizing supreme power, and then, using all his inner strength, let out a long, earth-shattering roar:

"Bolton is dead! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

This long howl, like a thunderclap from the heavens, clearly reached the ears of everyone in the valley!

All the Mongol wolf riders who were fighting froze instantly.

They instinctively turned to look at the golden tents, only to see the black wolf banner that represented their faith and glory lying on the ground, and a figure in blue robes, looking like a god or a demon, holding a golden curved flag in one hand.

The commander is dead! The flag has fallen!

This realization, like the heaviest hammer blow, shattered the last line of defense in their hearts. The military spirit that had sustained them in their fearlessness collapsed completely at that moment!

"The general is dead!"

"Run!"

It is unknown who first uttered a desperate cry, but panic spread like a plague throughout the entire wolf cavalry formation.

All the wolf riders lost their will to fight. They howled, turned their horses around, and fled in panic towards the way they had come and towards the valley entrance.

However, what awaited them was ambush troops from various factions who were already on high alert, and the most ruthless massacre.

In this battle, a hundred elite warriors from the Central Plains martial arts world formed the core of the force, and they decisively defeated three thousand elite Mongol wolf cavalry.

More than a thousand were beheaded and nearly a thousand were captured, with only a few hundred survivors escaping back to the main camp.

A single victory brought them glory that shook the world!

Lin Xuan, on the other hand, single-handedly orchestrated the entire earth-shattering surprise attack, and at the most crucial moment, he personally led the elite troops to capture the flag amidst a vast army. The young man known as "Little Zhuge Liang" spread like wildfire throughout the world in an instant.