Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 792 746: Catching the Cold Blade Barehanded

"My gosh, how did that guy rush in front of the Immortal Young Master? Could it be that the Immortal Young Master isn't skilled in close combat?"

"Nonsense, I saw the Immortal Young Master still there, with our accuracy, even if we shot, we couldn't distinguish friend from foe!"

"So what do we do? What do we do? It must be that the Immortal Young Master isn't good at close combat!"

"It's over, it's over, look, that saber is already raised, it's about to strike the Immortal Young Master."

For a mont, chaos erupted on the city wall, everyone was unbelievably tense watching the situation unfold, shocked beyond belief, and couldn't help but curse out loud.

If the wall wasn't dozens of feet high, they would absolutely jump off to assist the Immortal Young Master.

Reflecting on earlier maneuvers, they were stunned to find that this Immortal Young Master seed only capable of long-range attacks.

As for close combat, they had never seen it!

No matter whether it was the two leaders among the initial thirty cavalry, or the later leader of the hundred cavalry, they were all killed from a hundred steps away.

This indirectly led them to believe that Lin Yi wasn't proficient in close combat.

For a mont, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, spinning around in worry.

Leng Yu also tightly gripped the edge of the wall with both hands, even her fingertips were turning white, yet she didn't notice, her beautiful eyes intently stared at Lin Yi in the field, overwheld with worry.

anwhile, as Lin Yi observed the guy who had rushed in front of him, the smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider.

Even as he saw the excited expression on the opponent's face, his eyes turned cold, as if looking at a corpse.

Thus, under everyone's gaze, the guy had already reached a position less than ten steps in front of Lin Yi on horseback.

Originally, the guy's curved saber was held high, but upon reaching ten paces away, he suddenly leaned to one side.

At the sa ti, he grabbed the horse's neck with one hand and leveled the curved saber with the other.

Clearly, the guy intended to use the montum of the fast horse to slash Lin Yi down.

This was a typical cavalry tactic against infantry.

After all, cavalry are higher than infantry, and such a maneuver allows quick utilization of the horse's advantage to kill enemies with a single strike.

Of course, this was because the opponent didn't have a long weapon, if faced with spearn, they wouldn't use this move.

But at this mont, Lin Yi's hands were empty, not to ntion a spear, even a long saber was absent, under such circumstances, he appeared like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

The curved saber rapidly approached Lin Yi, within the blink of an eye, it was less than half a ter from Lin Yi!

And at that mont, the cavalryman's smile grew deeper, he even envisioned the scene of Lin Yi's fine head rolling to the ground.

However, at this mont, just as he thought he was about to achieve a great feat, he suddenly felt his saber collide against sothing.

Yet, this strike didn't panic or frighten him, instead, he felt thrilled.

In his mind, this must be his saber striking against the opponent's bones.

The next mont, the enemy should have been cleaved in two.

Such scenarios were all too familiar to him, in every previous battle, he had experienced countless monts like this.

Moreover, this was the most exciting mont for him.

After all, the sight of blood spraying like a fountain was his favorite, it was the most favored scene among every Yan country's cavalry.

This wasn't due to their bloodthirsty nature, although that was part of it.

The most important aspect was that each fountain of blood signified military achievents.

Thanks to these achievents, he had climbed step by step to his current position.

A secret lay in his heart, he intended to replace his commander by removing the "deputy" in front of his title.

Now, it was an excellent opportunity, even as main generals hesitated to advance, he faced the enemy and could slash the opponent from horseback, such an attack and reputation would undoubtedly elevate his standing in the army.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he beca, as he contemplated garnering the hearts of others upon returning, his grin nearly stretched to his ears.

However, as he was thinking this, pondering how to win over hearts back at camp, he suddenly felt a massive force on his arm, causing the saber in his hand to slip and fly out.

This shocked him!

What happened?

Why didn't I decapitate the enemy, instead my saber was knocked away?

Wasn't that the sound of the saber striking bone earlier?

Were his bones truly so hard?

As he puzzled over these thoughts, besides the saber flying away, his entire body was also driven by the powerful force, flung off horseback with an intense motion.

With a loud crash, he landed heavily on the ground.

At such high speed on horseback, being knocked to the ground, or even just falling off, would definitely lead to serious injuries.

Yet, this deputy leader, upon crashing to the ground, felt not a shred of pain.

This astonished him, had he avoided injury?

Was his constitution truly so strong?

As he thought this, he suddenly felt sweetness in his mouth.

With a cough, a mouthful of blood spurted forth.

Next, his eyes widened, his head tilted, and he lost his life.

Even in death, he couldn't understand the situation, why did he feel no pain, yet died instantly?

At this mont, soldiers from both armies were stunned, mouths agape, faces incredulous.

Staring at Lin Yi, standing calmly amid them, his hand gripping the blade of the captured saber, sent shivers down their spines.

What on earth did we witness? Could this guy actually snatch a saber aid at him from a charging horse with just his bare hand?

Not only did he snatch it, he secured it firmly?

[To be continued...]