Chapter 691: Chapter 178: Battle

The Clan Leader of the local Andarno led his entire army into the camp of the Sanli tribe, only to realize that he might have been tricked, as the vast camp was utterly empty.

“Retreat! Retreat immediately!” Realizing the plan had been exposed, the Andarno Clan Leader shouted loudly, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

Countless fiery-feathered arrows blanketed the sky, raining down relentlessly.

Within the camp, the Sanli tribe had long buried a multitude of explosive materials.

Guided by the bursting rockets, the sound of explosions was ceaseless.

The Andarno tribe suffered enormous losses, countless soldiers sacrificed in vain.

The Andarno Clan Leader Pedro barely managed to lead the entire army out of the camp, only to be surrounded by the pre-ambushed Sanli tribe.

The Sanli Clan Leader looked at Pedro with a smile, “Isn’t this Pedro? What’s with that soot-covered face?”

“Sherfen!” Pedro, grinding his teeth in anger, called out, “You despicable wretch!”

“Tsksksk, you can’t talk like that. It was you who broke the alliance; you were the ones who attacked first.”

Pedro snorted coldly, “Do you think you have secured the victory? My men! Kill!”

Clan Leader Pedro of the Andarno was known for his explosive temper. Without a second word, he led a charge forward, putting all his eggs in one basket, attempting to break through the encirclement of the Sanli tribe.

But, when Pedro truly charged into the enemy’s lines, he realized that it wasn’t just the Sanli tribe surrounding them. The Qishan and Gunlei tribes, with whom they had discussed strategies in the command center that day, were also shockingly present.

“Malan! Luke! You have betrayed me!” Pedro shouted furiously, but soon, he was suppressed by the combined force of the three tribes’ powerful warriors, disappearing into the crowd.

After two days of fierce battle, the Andarno tribe was nearly annihilated.

The leaders of the Sanli, Qishan, and Gunlei tribes sat together, savoring the fine wine seized from the Human Race and the grilled flesh of young Human tribespeople.

“Hahaha, Sherfen, your strategy was indeed clever. It allowed us to claim righteousness and divide the territory,” Malan of the Qishan tribe said, feeling wholly invigorated as he ate meat and drank wine with gusto.

“Indeed, Chief Sherfen, I hope our three tribes can form an alliance. With that, our status among the hundreds of tribes will rise, gaining greater benefits. Does Chief Sherfen wish to join?”

Faced with Luke’s proposal, Sherfen sneered, “The Sanli aren’t that strong and wouldn’t withstand the consequences of your actions.”

“Ah, Chief Sherfen, these words of yours are far too modest. Now that you’ve taken half of Andarno’s land, what could possibly stop the Sanli from rising in power?” Luke slapped Sherfen’s shoulder, laughing, “If there’s anything troubling you, just mention it, and we can discuss it further.”

“Let’s not, gentlemen. I take your kindness to heart, but give me time to consider the alliance.” Sherfen was no fool. Malan and Luke had been collaborating with Pedro for nearly a hundred years, yet what was the result?

The result was that after a few instigating words and some bribes, they betrayed Pedro. Today, they might betray Pedro for some benefits; tomorrow, they could do the same to Sherfen.

The two were aware of Sherfen’s caution, exchanging looks as a cold murderous intent brewed in their eyes.

Just then, the door was suddenly kicked open, and the two allied tribes of the Sanli arrived.

“Hahaha, Sherfen, our plan was a success, and the Aland tribe has been wiped out.”

“Yes, what shall we do next? You give the word, and I’ll do it immediately.”

Sherfen chuckled, “Now, it’s naturally time to reap the fruits of victory, to revel in our spoils.”

Seeing that the Sanli reinforcements had arrived, Malan and Luke gave up their backstabbing thoughts and stood up to leave.

With the fall of the Andarno tribe, Beixing Mountain was once forgotten, and the Xiao tribe was officially expanding its military structure, establishing three complete divisions of a hundred thousand troops each.

Under Lu Hong’s arrangements, the troops marched to Beixing Mountain, initiating the mop-up of foreign tribes.

Despite the fact that the three hundred thousand-strong army might seem small, its combat power far exceeded all other tribes, outperforming them both in terms of team command awareness and soldier cooperation.

Lu Hong, too, had touched the threshold of the Heavenly God, sensing the call of the world’s will.

Opening his eyes and exiting meditation, Lu Hong’s spirit was full and his battle intent lofty.

War God, War God, only on the battlefield could one breakthrough to seize the position of a True God.

Heeding the predestined summons, Lu Hong left Beixing Mountain and headed eastward.

Soon, tales of Lu Hong spread to the southeastern corner of the continent; it was said that there was a human wielding two giant blood-red swords, who fought alone against legions, hunting down the strong with ease as simple as picking objects out of a bag.

To cope with the sudden rise of this human strongman, hundreds of clans gathered thousands of warriors, laying an ambush on the path he must take.

After ten days of continuous slaughter, a thousand warriors all fell, shocking the entire continent.

However, there was also good news: the human was also severely wounded in this battle.

In order to completely eliminate this human strongman, the clans once again each sent forth a king-level warrior to hunt him down.

And so, on the site of what would later be known as Hope Sea City, Lu Hong found himself surrounded by a group of king-level warriors.

He glanced around at the warriors who kept emerging and opened his mouth to say, “Have you come here to die as well?”

“To die?” A king-level warrior from one of the clans, with a cold laugh, said, “Today we are here to send you on your way. Are you ready to die?”

“Not bad, but you’re still not capable of killing me.” Lu Hong pulled out the twin swords from his back, the power of a three-class professional simultaneously burst forth, ascending to the heavens, as the strength of a Third Transition Peak explosively unfurled.

This was Lu Hong’s current highest realm, and not only that—his understanding of skills had become profoundly thorough after more than thirty years of refining, mastering all of the secrets of the three classes.

During his meditations within the Formation, relying on the historical records that the War God had mastered all three classes, Lu Hong also defined his own path to godhood, which was the simultaneous cultivation of the three classes to cross into the God Realm.

Lu Hong, who represented all three professions in one, almost had no shortcoming. The Thousand Battle Doctrine provided him with the most exquisite combat art, the Blood Fury provided him with incomparable persistence and stamina, and the Grand Marshal presented him with an iron-wall-like formidable defensive capability.

This was also the confidence he had to resist the hundreds of king-level warriors in front of him.

Without much unnecessary talk, hundreds of king-level warriors made their move at the same time, a world-shaking power converged together, and fiercely smashed down at Lu Hong.

“Starting a battle with a big move—are you looking down on me?” Lu Hong’s expression remained unchanged as he slightly crouched, with Sword Qi constantly gathering.

The ultimate flash of a sword? No, this was Lu Hong’s Secret Skill evolved from that ultimate flash—Eternal!

Eternal Sword!

As the sword technique was released, the entire world seemed to freeze over, turning into an eternally vibrant scroll of art.

The scene of Sword Qi crisscrossing couldn’t be seen because the entire scroll was interwoven with it.

Under the horrified gaze of the king-level warriors, their bodies tore apart, and the collective massive strike also melted away like snow.

How was it possible? How could this human possess such formidable strength? Such a blow was not within the capability of mortals, but why wasn’t he exhibiting any divine light?

While Lu Hong’s secret technique was powerful, due to the distribution of its effect in a group attack, its potency was diminished.

Moreover, many of the king-level warriors had robust physiques; although they were injured, it was not enough to be fatal.

After one strike, all the king-level warriors harbored wariness towards Lu Hong and no longer took the initiative to attack.

“What’s the matter, continue your attack!” Lu Hong looked around, “Scared?”

Yes, this group of king-level warriors were indeed scared, but they also firmed up their determination to kill Lu Hong, for if he did not die, they surely would.

“Charge!”

With a roar, hundreds of king-level warriors surged forward, not giving Lu Hong the chance to unleash his big skills.

But Lu Hong was equally unafraid.

War Rhythm activation!

Blood Return activation!

Silvery Gleam Skin activation!

The warrior’s three ultimate passives activated simultaneously.

With the augmentation of the War Rhythm, Lu Hong became the master of the battlefield, accurately predicting each opponent’s attacking intent, dodging through the layered assault.

And for those punches and swords he knew were coming but couldn’t evade, the Silvery Gleam Skin provided him with unparalleled defense, blocking all damage.

As for Blood Return, it stealthily absorbed the blood overflowing from the enemies’ wounds.

As the battle dragged on, while these king-level warriors didn’t give Lu Hong a chance to catch his breath and unleash his skills, they grew more and more exhausted from the melee combat. By contrast, the human seemed to gain a heavier force in his hands with each strike, sweeping his sword, unchallenged by anyone.