The Brilliant Fighting Master

Jiang Chen went back over the valley. The battle there was over. Dead bodies were everywhere, almost all of them from the Dragon Rebel Army.

Tang Zhengyi came up to Jiang Chen in a hurry before the latter had the time to taste the joy of victory and told him something.

Then Jiang Chen turned ashen. He ran into the valley.

He saw Whitty lying on his stomach on a big rock, looking very weak. He tried to get to his feet at the sight of Jiang Chen, but his limbs were too weak to do so.

“Why did you force yourself so much?!” Jiang Chen reproached him unhappily. Then he cuddled Whitty with pity.

Whitty wasn’t injured. In fact, he was safe and sound.

But giving that drop of golden essence blood to Jiang Chen had almost exhausted him, and then he had fought against three troops alone. That was how he had ended up like this.

Jiang Chen had heard the word from Han Siming, but he had no idea what it meant.

“Black Dragon, War Chariot, and Holy Wind are troops stationed abroad, while the guards are under the direct leadership of the Dragon Rebel Army. They aren’t sent for unless it’s an extremely important battle.

“The Dragon Rebel Army owns 26 guards troops, and they’re all stationed in the Realm of True Force. Only a few of them ever leave to perform special tasks.”

Jiang Chen remembered the guards in the Dragon Field, sneering.

After half an hour of observation Jiang Chen found there were only around one hundred guards in the castle!

The thing was, they were all very strong. All of them were in the peak of the Reaching Heaven State.

Even their junior captains were Martial Venerables. Their general was a Spiritual Venerable!

They must be great since they managed to catch the Red Flame Battalion. Although I’m already a Venerable, there are too many of them, Jiang Chen thought to himself.

Tang Zhengyi said, “General, shall we ask the Bright Moon Troop and the Shadow Pursuing Troop to send reinforcements? They would be happy to help.”

“They should be attacking the city right now.”

Patting Tang Zhengyi’s shoulder, Jiang Chen said, “If I told you that we shouldn’t do anything for the moment and just meet up with the Bright Moon Troop first, what would you say?”

Tang Zhengyi was shocked. He wouldn’t leave Commander Qiu Yan there without at least trying to save her.

However, glancing at Jiang Chen, he said, “I believe the general must have a plan.”

“I don’t have a plan. Just trying to make a joke to break the ice,” Jiang Chen said with a smile. “Before we go to their rescue, I have to ask—which one of you uses a sword?”

…

In the picturesque castle, every 15 guards formed a team that walked at the same pace.

Like the guards in the Dragon Field, their whole bodies were fully covered in armor, including their heads.

And with their synchronized movements, in the eyes of the hostage Red Flame Battalion soldiers, they were more like machines than human beings.

“Commander, I didn’t know the Dragon Rebel Army had guards in the Alien Battlefield,” Wang Qiang said in surprise.

“Yes, they have guards here now.” Qiu Yan was quite calm. She said, “These guards are too few to do anything. I’m guessing they’re performing a secret task.”

Suddenly, the patrolling soldiers and those guarding them lifted up their heads and threw their shoulders back. Facing the same direction, they put their right hands on their chests. This was the Dragon Rebel Army’s military salute.

Qiu Yan looked over, curious about the owner of the castle. Why had the owner hold them in custody instead of killing them?

Neither the dynasty nor the Dragon Rebel Army had a custom to gather captives before the end of the war.