Both Wu San Di and Wu San Sao looked at each other before they rushed towards Long Qian Xing in synchronized movement. The way they moved signified that this was not the first time they did something like this.
Long Qian Xing's eyes flashed when he saw their practiced movement. His body leaned sideways as he evaded one and blocked the other one.
The duel is not over.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Unfortunately, he had only exchanged a few blows when the sound of the gong, signaling the end of the day sounded. He could only look at the two brothers with a look of pity before giving order to retreat.
"Damn it! Just a little bit more and I can kill him!" Wu San Di was so pissed off. He was sure that Heavenly General Gao would be so angry that he blew his top when he heard that Young mander Gao had died.
Wu San Sao furrowed his eyebrows. "Brother, don't be impulsive. You have to make sure that you're not making more mistakes and possibly lose your life."
"I'm fine. You know how strong I am." Wu San Di huffed.
Wu San Sao looked at his brother but said nothing. His mind was silently replaying the duel they had with Long Qian Xing. No matter what kind of tricks they used, Long Qian Xing seemed to have thought of the countermeasure. Even when they tried to target his horse, it failed miserably.
Tomorrow… there would not be any Young mander Gao to help them. Would they be able to preserve?
Wu San Sao was a bit worried about this matter.
…
Thud!
When they reached the base, Nan Luo couldn't resist but sat down on the ground. He was so tired that he didn't think that he could live his hand anymore. It was as if his entire strength was sucked dry.
"Not bad today, Young Master." Nan Hua looked at Nan Luo.
"Yeah… haha… how many?" Nan Luo asked.
"You killed five 100 men mander, four 300 men mander, two 500 men mander, and dueled against a thousand men mander for a long time."
Nan Luo nodded and then laid on the ground, exhausted beyond anything. He swore that he didn't want repeat such a day anymore. "What's the goal tomorrow?"
"Build your strength. Duel with that mander for an entire day."
Nan Luo's body stiffened. He was so stunned by Nan Hua's request that he couldn't move his body anymore. He felt that no matter what he was going to say, she would definitely tell him that it was not beyond him.
For some reason, he felt that she was even more sadistic pared to their grandfather.
Even his grandfather never set a goal so high for him.
"How about you?" Nan Luo asked with furrowed eyebrows.
Nan Hua looked at the departing army. There was a certain mander that she noticed had quite the influence amongst Wei Da Kingdom's army. Tomorrow, she would showcase her strength and marched towards that mander.
"Xiao Yan will protect you."
Nan Luo was stunned then nodded. He understood what Nan Hua wanted with just that sentence.
"Luo, don't lie down directly." Feng Ao Kuai furrowed his eyebrows when he saw Nan Luo lied down without any care of the world on the ground.
"Sorry, but I can barely lift my hand."
"Even for your promotion?"
Hearing that word, Nan Luo jumped off without any care of the world. He looked at Feng Ao Kuai expectantly.
"Grandfather made an exception and ordered you to bee a 300 men mander." Feng Ao Kuai looked Nan Luo up and down. "Good job in whetting their number."
"It's nothing much." Nan Luo was smiling so widely that it might have changed his face's shape permanently. He never expected that within a few months since he first bee 100 men mander, he would be promoted once more to bee a 300 men mander.
That was surprising.
"But Grandfather had a rule for you."
"Say it."
"He wants you to kill a 1000 men mander if you wish to keep your promotion this time."
Nan Luo's face faltered a bit. He had definitely witnessed the strength of a 1000 men mander because he was busy fighting against one for several incense stick of time. He had failed to gain any advantage and continued to be pushed back from time to time. Now, he had to kill one?
Would it be possible?
Feng Ao Kuai naturally noticed Nan Luo's hesitation. He chuckled. "Naturally, you have the option of rejecting this promotion…"
"I'll do it!" Nan Luo interrupted. He looked at Feng Ao Kuai with determination. "If I can't even defeat a 1000 men mander, how can I dare to say that I'm worthy of this promotion? Don't worry, I won't disappoint Grandfather."
Feng Ao Kuai noticed the look of determination on Nan Luo and nodded. "Good. That means both of us will be promoted. You'll be introduced to your new soldiers later."
"Eh, you too?"
"Yes, but I don't have to kill anyone."
"Why?" Nan Luo's face scrunched.
"Because I have managed to push the enemy back just now." Feng Ao Kuai was smiling. When Nan Luo was busy fighting against a 1000 men mander from the opposite side, he was busy to control his army to make a good shield and also spear. That way, he continued to attack yet suffered very little loss.
In his grandfather's eyes, he was already qualified enough to have more soldiers.
Besides, Feng Ao Kuai was not the frontline type and more like the intelligent type. It would be hard for him to achieve the same goal like Nan Luo. He could mostly rely on his ingenious tactic to push the other party in disadvantageous position and win the battle.
But killing one by dueling?
*cough*
He was afraid that he might not even win against those at lower ranking….
Feng Ao Kuai had long realized that his physical strength at close bat was worse against those manders. Though, if he wanted to pare to those around the same age, he was definitely much better.
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