Chapter 111: The City of the Heart

The wolf shadows cast over the mist of corpses; the battle array shone as bright as day. Seeking to drive off the light cavalry, snow blanketed bows and blades.

No one knew when it began, but the leaden clouds in the sky gathered to a peak. The rain, fog, and frost seemed to shudder, then a faint white began to drift down—snow, a sight unseen in Yuezhou for fifty years, now falling at this very moment.

The snow was cold, yet the blood was hot. Cold flakes fluttered gently, but the hot blood splattered fiercely across the ground.

Not counting the wounds of others, Kou Li himself bore five blade cuts, two of which had already begun to seep blood.

The wolf soldiers’ blade formation was renowned in years past. Their stance low and swift in turning, circling at speeds rivaling a charge. Their giant wolves, specially bred by the Wolf Clan, moved three to four times faster than ordinary wild wolves.

Their surrounding slashing resembled a rapidly spinning wheel of blades; wherever it passed, nothing escaped. On the battlefield, it was a living meat grinder.

When these razor-sharp wheels spun and locked their sights on a single man, the blades flew like weaving shuttles, swift as thunder—unbelievably fast.

Were it not for Kou Li’s yin-yang illusions combined with his unique Six-Style blade technique and the piercing sharpness of the Boy-Cut Fish Blade, another fourth-stage fist master, like the Iron Arm Boxer Huo Jundong, would have long since been shredded to death.

The dozens of giant wolves operated as one, like a single wolf with a mind of its own. The blade circle could expand or contract, loosen or tighten, be supple or firm. Even if one wolf fell severely wounded in the slashing, it was immediately compensated for, leaving no gaps.

The wolves’ ferocity, unity, ruthlessness, and patience were all laid bare in this blade formation.

The dense sound of footsteps drummed like war drums, and this time Kou Li faced not one wolf or one man, but what felt like a thousand men and wolves. Their green eyes joined as one, creating a strange spiritual aura even stronger than that conjured by Zhao Pi’er or the cunning Diao Fengsheng.

In a daze, it seemed as if a monstrous wolf demon, black as rope and vast as a mountain, loomed over him. Its eyes held humility and cruelty; even the faint dragon shadows seemed suppressed by its overwhelming presence.

Because of this suppression, Kou Li, using his yin-yang illusions, unfolded his blade technique as if he had three heads and six arms, slowing down gradually, at the cost of two new blade scars across his chest and back.

This time, blood dripped directly along his blade. His cherished Four-Pronged Perfection, honed through over a hundred fierce battles in ten days, finally reached its limit.

“Three cups of tea time,” the one-eyed wolf paused, voice resolute, “then he will die!”

“So he really intends to use himself to buy time for the others to escape,” Luo Yi said, a trace of doubt in his tone. He always felt the other wasn’t that kind of man.

“Useless. Guangcheng should already be under our wolf cavalry’s control. Those people lack his special ability—they won’t escape the pursuit.”

Iron Wolf said nothing but silently counted down: ten, nine, eight, seven...

Kou Li’s blade was deflected.

He was slammed to the ground by ten blades at once, face smeared with dirt and blood.

The wolf demon in the illusion revealed a grim, triumphant smile.

The blade network seemed to merge into one; the wolf sinews bulged, mouths gaped, the metallic stench exposed. The Boy-Cut Fish Blade slipped from Kou Li’s grasp and stabbed into the earth.

***

Three,

Two,

One—

In the instant of life and death, all the giant wolves collapsed simultaneously. Their veins burst open, eyes popped from their sockets, and the stench in their mouths turned to bloody foam.

Screams and shouts rang out as all the wolf soldiers were either thrown or struck down—legs broken beneath wolf carcasses or heads smashed against walls, bleeding profusely.

The one-eyed wolf’s sole eye shrank instantly!

Luo Yi’s mouth gaped involuntarily!

Iron Wolf and Power Wolf—one expressionless, the other dull-witted—rarely altered their millennia-old expressions, yet now their faces changed.

“Impossible! How did you do it? When did you poison us?” The one-eyed wolf could no longer contain his agitation; his eye bloodshot as he roared.

“Poison?” Kou Li, covered in mud and blood, rose from the ground, disregarding the dirt on his hands. He steadied himself with the Boy-Cut Fish Blade and said in a low voice: “While you hesitated to enter—be it an empty city trick or a lone city ruse—the true encirclement has always been of the heart.”

The one-eyed wolf’s face twisted. Scanning the corpse-laden mist, he saw the fire pit and recalled the peculiar terrain. At last, he fully understood—the enemy’s plan was simple, too simple for a clever man like him.

Even a reckless brute, charging straight in, wouldn’t be delayed long enough for the poison to take effect. He had indeed overthought it.

“So what? I can still end your life!” The one-eyed wolf forced himself to retain a shred of sanity, his voice hoarse.

“I won’t sacrifice myself for others, but I won’t let the chance to beat a fallen dog slip away either.”

“Water Dragon Gang, hmph! You broke my two tendons, didn’t you, Iron Wolf!”

Figures emerged from the mist—the Ghost Shadow Wu Ying, the Mad Swordsman Chu San, Luo Dunzi, Kou Li, plus three remaining martial arts school students. In raw combat ability, for the first time, the martial school remnants outmatched the four wolves of the Water Dragon Gang.

“Die!”

Ghost Shadow flickered; when his shadow narrowed to a thread underfoot, he vanished into the mist. When he reappeared, the black dagger in his hand was already brushing against his opponent’s neck.

“Kill!”

The Mad Swordsman tore open his chest, revealing a massive gash. His great blade, as if enraged, swept down in a furious arc. His opponent was Power Wolf.

Luo Dunzi clashed with the now frantic one-eyed wolf. Their bursts of force erupted like a breached riverwall, unceasing.

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