492: Chapter 153 The First Battle of the Six Paths of Reincarnation: Cavalry (Part 2)_1 492: Chapter 153 The First Battle of the Six Paths of Reincarnation: Cavalry (Part 2)_1 Ye Yinzhu didn’t move, still maintaining the same posture as before, with only the Phoenix Feather in his hand slowly turning direction according to Marshall Martin’s position, his intent constantly locked on his opponent.
“Kill—,” another loud shout arose, but this time it was Zi’s voice.
Zi didn’t care about the Dragon Spear that Martin thrust towards him.
A huge purple light, like a mountain, appeared between his hands.
It was a Heavy Sword, a sword that would make any Heavy Sword Warrior ashamed.
The sword, with a total length of seventeen meters, had a blade longer than thirteen meters.
Chrysanthemum Clan Master Wei Lingfeng had once seen this sword and even lost to Zi because of it.
However, it wasn’t until this moment that he truly understood the sword’s formidable power.
The strike that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth held absolutely no restraint.
The purple light swept across, creating a fan-shaped purple shadow, and wherever the sword’s tip went, the air and space itself seemed to tear, the black rift that could seemingly devour everything acpanied the great sword’s descent.
The air on both sides pletely solidified at that moment.
No one could imagine the power of that sword, but as long as it landed on Martin, everyone could guess the result.
It would be a guaranteed death!
Abandoning defense for a direct attack and using the air as an aid to the strike, such a domineering sword left Martin with no choice.
Only mutual destruction could contend with such a wide-ranging attack.
And only mutual destruction could preserve the honor of the Zi Luolan Family.
In an instant, Martin had made his decision, which he believed to be the most correct.
All his Douqi focused on the tip of the Purple Dragon Spear.
He knew his charge was too fierce; other than assassinating his opponent to weaken their attack, there was no possibility of evasion.
Of course, he did not expect the Purple Sky Armor to block such a strike, because that was absolutely impossible.
Both were purple lights—one a thick purple dot, the other a crystalline purple screen that spanned the sky and the earth.
Warriors from both sides watching could clearly see this moment, as countless gasps of shock rose.
Clang—, just as the sharp Dragon Spear was about to pierce Zi’s heart, a dark red shadow appeared before Zi’s chest.
The sharpness of the Purple Dragon Spear collided with the sharpness of the Phoenix Feather.
Ye Yinzhu’s milky white figure flashed by, his body skimming across Zi’s chest, and in the next moment, he had returned to Zi’s shoulder.
They were facing two individuals, or rather one person and one beast.
When that dark red shadow appeared, Martin knew he had lost.
After all, Martin was a Fifth Rank Zi rank, and the tremendous power unleashed in his full-force attack was not something Ye Yinzhu’s First Rank Zi Zhu Douqi could block.
But Ye Yinzhu hadn’t planned to fully block it.
At the first collision of the dark red and purple spear tips, Ye Yinzhu had already used the momentum to rise.
He didn’t even give Martin the chance to unleash his Douqi to strike him.
But his Phoenix Feather had pletely shattered Martin’s intent to attack.
Indeed, the Phoenix Feather was swept aside by the Purple Dragon Spear, still aiming at Zi’s heart.
But it was that moment’s delay that allowed Zi’s Amethyst Great Sword to reach Martin.
What seemed like mere coincidence was the result of perfect coordination between Ye Yinzhu and Zi.
Their tacit understanding was fully displayed in the battle.
When Zi swung that sword, his strength, speed, and the timing of striking the opponent were immediately conveyed to Ye Yinzhu.
In turn, Ye Yinzhu sent back the exact timing of blocking the opponent while the Phoenix Feather met the Purple Dragon Spear.
So this seemingly coincidental scene was actually the result of their calculations.
Only their soul-bond allowed such perfect coordination.
An eerie silence fell over the arena, with hundreds of thousands of people in one place yet no sound emanating, especially amidst this human silence mixed with the wails of numerous Magical Beast Mounts.
Zi’s Amethyst Great Sword, in the first instance, changed direction—not sure what influenced it, but the huge blade brushed past Martin’s body, and in the next moment, Martin’s body, like a baseball, was swept away by the seventeen-meter-long great sword, flying far away in the burst of energy.
Due to the deviation of the Amethyst Great Sword, Zi couldn’t pletely dodge Martin’s strike.
The Purple Dragon Spear grazed his Amethyst Body, emitting a harsh screeching sound.
A white mark was left on Zi’s left chest.
Fortunately, it was just a scratch; for Zi’s body now, it was nothing.
A faint light flickered.
Ye Yinzhu’s eyes showed a trace of moved emotion.
He clearly knew why Zi had made that choice—it was because he felt his respect for Marshal Martin and what Martin had previously done for him.
That’s why, at the last moment, he showed mercy.
Otherwise, how could such a wide Amethyst Great Sword have possibly just passed by his body?
Marshall Martin was sent flying over a hundred meters by that sword strike, his body tumbling several times in the air.
Just as he was about to hit the ground, his mount, a dragon, emerged from somewhere and barely managed to catch him.
With a retch, Marshall Martin spat out a mouthful of blood.
The half of his body that had been struck by the Amethyst Great Sword was pletely numb, and even the Purple Dragon Spear in his hand had flown away.
Looking up at the towering Zi and Ye Yinzhu in white on his shoulder, Marshall Martin struggled to calm the tumultuous energy and blood within his body.
He could not understand why his opponent had shown mercy at the last moment, but the feeling of passing by the Grim Reaper left an indelibly profound impression on him.
He was still alive.
For the first time after countless tough battles on the battlefield, Marshall Martin felt how precious it was to be alive.
How long had it been since he had felt this sensation of hovering between life and death?
And today, he had experienced it at the hands of a youth under twenty years old.
“I lost,” Marshall Martin knew that continuing the fight would be meaningless.
Let alone defeating the bined assault of Ye Yinzhu and Zi, he already admitted that he was no match for Zi alone.
The words “I lost” were hard for Marshall Martin to say, but when they truly appeared on this unfair battlefield of the Six Paths of Reincarnation duel, the Qin City side, all warriors, let out a resounding cheer immediately.
“Long live the Zither Emperor, long live the Zither Emperor!” The cries rose one after another, and the fervent clamor ignited the atmosphere for the Qin City side to its peak.
Their opponent was the Marshal of the Milan Empire, one of the top martial skill masters in the Milan Empire, yet he conceded after just one move against Ye Yinzhu and Zi.
Now, who would dare say that Ye Yinzhu was courting death by proposing the Six Paths of Reincarnation?
The feeling of igniting the fire of hope in their once desolate hearts made everyone, including the three Supreme Elders of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, burn with passion inside.
Marshall Martin didn’t say much else, and spurred his mount, the dragon, to return to his side.
The three hundred thousand-strong Milan Army was silent, and the oppressive atmosphere was almost tangible.
As Ye Yinzhu watched Marshall Martin return to his ranks, he didn’t feel too excited because he knew that the battle for Bewitching City had just begun.
Even tougher battles lay ahead of him.
The purple light flickered, and the amethyst-colored light wrapping Zi’s body gradually receded, transforming him back into human form.
The two exchanged a glance, and both saw a trace of a smile on the other’s face.
Zi had once said he would always stand by Ye Yinzhu’s side, and he had kept his word.
This Six Paths of Reincarnation challenge was not only Ye Yinzhu’s challenge but his as well.
Their lives had long been intertwined.
The Milan Army of three hundred thousand slowly withdrew to their camp, leaving only a few to deal with the issues from the droves of fallen mounts.
While cleaning the battlefield, Milan Warriors discovered that numerous Magical Beasts had apparently died from sheer terror.
The dread inspired by the Amethyst Behemoth forced them to recognize the presence of a true power.
The emergence of a rank Ten Divine Beast made the Milan Army reassess Qin City’s strength anew.
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“Big brother, how are you feeling?” Matlachi asked with concern.
Marshall Martin shook his head and said, “I’m fine.
It seems that although I had a high estimation of Qin City, it was still far from sufficient.
An Amethyst Behemoth, unseen on the Continent for a millennium.
That young man Ye Yinzhu is not simple at all!
I lost, and I am fully convinced by my defeat, not only in the first battle of the Six Paths of Reincarnation but also in half of this war against Qin City.”
Matlachi was stunned and said, “Big brother, aren’t you being too harsh on yourself?
Even if the opponent’s individual strength is stronger, this is war, not personal bat.
If there were no Six Paths of Reincarnation, and our three hundred thousand-strong army charged directly into Qin City, what use would individual strength be then?
Besides, we also have over a thousand Mages.
The assault from magic alone would be beyond their capacity to withstand.”
Marshall Martin sighed and replied, “No, you’re wrong.
The power of individuals is not pletely useless in army-level warfare.
It all depends on how powerful the individuals are.
You saw that Amethyst Behemoth today.
Tell me, if the great war starts, with its presence, how much strength will our Cavalry be able to exert?
Forget about ordinary Cavalry, even Dragon Cavalry wouldn’t be able to perform in front of it.
Can you be sure that Qin City has only one strong warrior like the Amethyst Behemoth?
The way Ye Yinzhu took my spear today, his Douqi was not much weaker than mine.
Just like Oliveira said, he has Zi rank strength.
An eighteen-year-old at Zi rank, what a bright future he has!
Today, I also saw Miss Anya on the side of Qin City.”
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