Chapter 748: The Warrior and the Blade
"Clang!"
The tallic clash echoed across the snowy plains.
The Fangtian Halberd smashed violently against the Tonbogiri spear, generating a terrifying shockwave that instantly flattened all snow and ice within several hundred ters!
Daiku Kai Enzu was sent flying backward, his tiger-mouth grip trembling uncontrollably.
For the first ti, he felt his inferiority in raw strength!
Baili Changqing strode across the snowfield, dragging the Fangtian Halberd behind him with one hand.
The halberd's blade scraped against rocky ground, sending sparks flying in its wake.
"You Japanese always try copying everything from Huaxu Nation," he sneered.
"Creating so legendary warrior like Honda Tadakatsu to rival our Three Kingdoms' Lü Bu? Ridiculous!"
"How can a race of dwarves barely reaching one and a half ters tall—shorter than ponies—claim to produce peerless champions?"
Baili Changqing's lips curled in contempt as he glared at the three-ter-tall Daiku Kai Enzu.
"Truly, people flaunt what they lack most."
He'd specifically switched to the Fangtian Halberd to counter Daiku Kai Enzu's Tonbogiri.
Ti to teach this upstart how real warriors wielded ancestral weapons!
This was what a true champion's armant looked like!
"Raaaaagh!"
Enraged beyond endurance, Daiku Kai Enzu charged with his Tonbogiri.
"Let educate you further," Baili Changqing said coldly. "Ancient Huaxu generals settled battles through sheer power! Overwhelming strength decides everything!"
Against absolute might, all else was illusion!
Baili Changqing raised the halberd with both hands and launched his assault!
He had to admit—this forr yokozuna possessed exceptional fundantals.
Whether in combat technique, defense, or endurance, the man was first-rate.
Even while being overpowered, his thick hide and fat layers prevented Baili Changqing from delivering a quick kill.
Those 200 kilograms of blubber served as perfect natural cushioning.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Halberd and spear collided violently.
Baili Changqing dominated the exchanges, his blade repeatedly slicing across Daiku Kai Enzu's body—only to et layers of greasy fat instead of blood.
His expression darkened.
If this dragged on until the drug's effects faded, he'd be left severely weakened.
He needed to end this—fast!
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anwhile, at the central battlefield...
Zhang Yi and Phoenixin Ren's duel remained the focal point.
Though unable to spectate, every soldier silently prayed for their respective leader.
The defeat of either would instantly tilt the entire battle's balance—such was a top-tier superhuman's battlefield supremacy!
Both combatants harbored private doubts.
Neither could gain decisive advantage over the other.
The battle's outco now hinged on two factors: whether Celestial Hound Squad reinforcents would arrive, and how the other team mbers fared below.
Chaos had long since engulfed the battlefield.
Zhang Yi never anticipated being backstabbed by the joint forces of Moon of Corrosion and Tianlong Pirate Crew.
Conversely, Moon of Corrosion found their precognitive edge nullified by Zhang Yi's presence—Takeuchi Mayumi's prophetic abilities were completely sealed.
None could predict the battle's trajectory.
Zhang Yi especially had demonstrated power exceeding all expectations.
The two hovered midair, exchanging rapid fire. Zhang Yi wielded his dual White Owl pistols, evading Phoenixin's close-quarters assaults.
Forced to rely on his Hellfire Crows for attrition, Phoenixin watched helplessly as Zhang Yi picked them off one by one with Origin Bullets and Sacred Silver rounds.
Simultaneously, both arrived at the sa conclusion—if they couldn't kill each other, they'd slaughter each other's subordinates!
Zhang Yi's gaze swept across the battlefield, lingering on distant figures—Daiku Kai Enzu, Tsukamoto Nobunaga, and the Tianlong Pirates' Western Squadron Captain Kanute.
"Using Thunderbolt against them directly would be difficult... but a well-placed snipe during their fights could work."
Just as this thought ford, he sensed malicious eyes targeting Liang Yue and Yang Xinxin.
His brow furrowed as he turned to Phoenixin Ren—now wearing a sinister grin.
"Those two won following you everywhere... they're yours, aren't they?"
Rage flared in Zhang Yi's chest.
Nobody touched his people!
Yet he betrayed no emotion.
Showing anger would only make them bigger targets.
"Just subordinates," he said coolly. "Planning to kill them?"
His lips curved into a mocking smile as he glanced toward Takeuchi Mayumi.
"How about we trade kills? You take mine, I take yours?"
Phoenixin's smirk vanished.
Takeuchi Mayumi wasn't just a comrade—she was his strategic lynchpin.
"Think you can bypass Shinguuji?" he challenged.
"Only one way to find out."
Distorted light swirled in Zhang Yi's right eye—Divine Power could activate anyti.
Should Shinguuji Seiichiro intervene, the consequences remained unpredictable.
Even if he succeeded, the price would be catastrophic.
Phoenixin pulled his hat lower, hiding his eyes.
He weighed the risks—was this gamble worth taking?
But the potential loss paralyzed him.
Losing Takeuchi Mayumi ant losing everything—plumting from elite superhuman to second-rate nobody.
Too steep a wager.
anwhile, Zhang Yi's mind crystallized around a daring, perilous plan.
Yet as no risk-taker, he waited—for the perfect mont to strike.
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Elsewhere on the battlefield...
Liang Yue faced Tsukamoto Nobunaga in a duel of master bladesn.
Tsukamoto wielded Daihannya Nagamitsu—a legendary katana with glorious history, once borne by Japan's greatest swordsn, even those revered as Sword Saints.
Liang Yue's weapon was Longming—a modern-made tang dao forged from Adamantine tal.
Straight, slender, razor-sharp yet weighty, it resembled Tsukamoto's blade but weighed over twice as much.
In Huaxu's military history, blades were battlefield tools designed to cleave through armor—thus requiring heft.
Japanese samurai, however, prioritized dueling agility. Their one-on-one duel culture favored lighter, faster blades.
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