Abyss Walker

Chapter 162 A Powerful Enemy of the Land

Ironblood's figure was equally tall, his eyes burning with the flames of battle, his face resolute, without a trace of fear.

His voice boomed as he responded to Yun Muhan's challenge: "Yun Muhan, your courage is admirable, but we cannot accept your demands. We will fight to the end, and we will never surrender, even if it means fighting to the last man."

Iron-blooded words were equally firm, revealing the enemy's determination and courage.

He also knew that this battle might be the last of his life, but he chose honor and dignity over a life of dishonor.

The emergence of Ironblood injected a new force into the enemy army, and they began to regroup, preparing for the upcoming decisive battle.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became even more tense, with the two armies facing off, and a decisive battle was about to break out.

Yun Muhan and Tie Xue, the two generals, exchanged glances on the battlefield. They both knew that the upcoming battle would be a life-or-death struggle, with no way out but victory or death.

Iron Blood rode on his warhorse, his eyes filled with fighting spirit. He shouted back to Yun Muhan, "Yun Muhan, although you are powerful, I, Iron Blood, am no coward either."

"Today, let me experience your swordsmanship and see if you are truly as invincible as the legends say."

Yun Muhan's slight smile revealed a hint of determination. He knew that this battle was inevitable and understood that it would be a crucial battle that would determine the course of the war.

He nodded in acknowledgment, accepting the challenge from Ironblood with composure. His movements showed no fear, only anticipation and determination for the upcoming battle.

The soldiers on both sides held their breath, a tense atmosphere filling the air. They knew that this duel was not only a contest between two generals, but also a battle of morale between the two armies.

Every soldier's gaze was fixed on Yun Muhan and Tie Xue, their hearts pounding with anticipation of the impending battle.

The duel between Yun Muhan and Tie Xue will indirectly affect the balance of power in the war.

Ironblood wielded his giant axe and launched the first attack. His attacks were like a storm, each strike brimming with power and speed.

The giant axe drew fierce trajectories in the air, each swing accompanied by a sonic boom, as if it were about to cleave the air itself.

Ironblood's offensive was like a raging torrent crashing against the shore, wave after wave. Every swing of his giant axe carried the force of thunder, attempting to crush his opponent with absolute power.

His attacks lacked fancy moves; each strike was straightforward, aiming to break through Yun Muhan's defense in the simplest and most direct way.

However, Yun Muhan was like a mountain, standing firmly in place, unmoved, no matter how fierce the storm.

His swordsmanship was concise and efficient, with no superfluous movements. Each swing of his sword perfectly neutralized the Ironblood's offensive.

The sword tip, like a serpent spitting its tongue, precisely struck the weak point of Ironblood's attack, preventing Ironblood's giant axe from exerting its due power.

As the battle progressed, Yun Muhan gradually gained the upper hand.

His swordsmanship became faster and more precise, and each attack put increasing pressure on Ironblood.

Yun Muhan's sword moved across the battlefield like a dragon, each swing of his sword filled with rhythm and cadence, as if weaving an invisible net to neutralize the iron-blooded attacks one by one.

Sweat began to bead on Tie Xue's forehead, his breathing became rapid, and each swing of his axe required more effort.

Yun Muhan, on the other hand, seemed to be in complete control. His swordsmanship revealed a calm and unhurried demeanor, and his eyes were calm and focused, always locked on Tie Xue's every move.

Yun Muhan's sword tip began to emit a faint light. As he poured his inner energy into it, the air around the sword began to vibrate. Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a sound of air being torn apart, as if even the surrounding space was being ripped apart by his sword energy.

His swordsmanship was no longer simply about defense and counterattack, but began to take the initiative, with each attack aimed directly at Ironblood's vitals.

Ironblood sensed an unprecedented crisis. He knew that if he didn't change his tactics, he would not be able to win this battle.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he began to adjust his offensive, trying to find a flaw in Yun Muhan's swordsmanship.

However, Yun Muhan's swordsmanship was flawless, and every attack was difficult for the Iron Blood Giant Axe to defend against.

Under Yun Muhan's exquisite swordsmanship, the tip of his sword streaked across the night sky like a meteor, slicing through the iron-blooded armor with unparalleled precision, leaving a deep mark.

This sword strike not only destroyed the iron-blooded armor, but also shattered the last shred of resistance in his heart.

Tie Xue's face turned pale, a trace of resentment flashing in his eyes, but even more so, awe of Yun Muhan's swordsmanship. He knew he had lost, defeated by this highly skilled opponent.

Ironblood slowly lowered his weapon; this simple action was filled with profound meaning.

Having admitted his defeat, this once incredibly brave general bowed his head before Yun Muhan's sword.

Yun Muhan sheathed his sword and stood up, his movements fluid and elegant. In his eyes, there was no arrogance of a victor, only respect for his opponent.

He did not kill Ironblood, but instead gave him the respect a soldier deserved.

This tolerance and magnanimity made Yun Muhan's image on the battlefield even more towering; he was not only a victor but also a true martial artist.

The enemy's morale plummeted when they saw their general defeated.

Their initial high morale was extinguished as if doused with cold water, and their hearts were filled with unease and fear.

The Iron Blood's defeat meant more than just the loss of a general; it meant the loss of their confidence and courage to fight.

With the defeat of the Ironbloods, the atmosphere on the battlefield became even more tense.

Yun Muhan's army was in high spirits, seeing hope for victory, while the enemy was thrown into chaos and panic.

The atmosphere on the battlefield changed drastically once again. The appearance of another general made the atmosphere even more tense, even oppressive.

He was clad in black armor, appearing silently on the battlefield like a ghost in the night.

The black armor reflected a faint light, as if absorbing all the light around it, making his figure appear even more somber and mysterious.

"Night Blade! Night Blade!"

"It's General Nightblade! We're saved!"

"Quickly beat the drum to cheer on the general!"

Nightblade wielded two blades, the two weapons gleaming coldly in the dim light, as if one could feel their thirst for blood.

Its movements are swift and powerful, each step seems to shatter the earth, and every swing is filled with destructive force.

Nightblade is known for his ruthlessness and cruelty in battle.

Nightblade's eyes held no mercy, only a thirst for victory and contempt for his enemies. His gaze was fixed on Yun Muhan, as if he already regarded him as the next opponent to be defeated.

The appearance of Nightblade clearly rekindled the hope of the enemy soldiers whose morale had been low due to the Ironblood's defeat.

They were well aware of Nightblade's terror and his ruthlessness on the battlefield.

"Your victory is only temporary." Nightblade's voice, like a cold blade, shattered the silence of the battlefield. "The defeat of Ironblood does not mean the defeat of our army. Now, let me end your myth."

Despite facing a new challenger, Yun Muhan remained calm. He knew that Nightblade was different from Ironblood; this was an opponent who would show no mercy.

Yun Muhan took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and prepared to face this even more brutal battle.

Nightblade's attacks, like his reputation, were ruthless and deadly. His twin blades danced like phantoms, each strike aimed straight for Yun Muhan's vitals.