Human Martial Saint: Starting with Bajiquan

Chapter 44 Wolf Demon 2

Master Yan grunted.

He fell off his horse.

Fortunately, Cao Dahuang, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly. His massive body suddenly displayed an agility that was disproportionate to his size, and he dragged him to the safe back of the vehicle.

"Third Master!" the crowd exclaimed as they gathered around.

Master Yan's face turned deathly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat kept seeping from his forehead.

He was an eighth-rank martial artist, and he also practiced the Yan family's Golden Bell Shield technique, making his skin far tougher than that of an ordinary eighth-rank martial artist. Even so, he was still wounded by an arrow from such a distance, the arrow piercing through his flesh.

This wolf clan leader's archery skills are truly terrifying!

Despite the excruciating pain, Master Yan gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow with a sudden burst of strength. The Yan family martial arts instructors beside him were prepared and quickly used a strip of cloth wrapped with wound medicine to stop the bleeding.

Just then, another short scream came from the other side!

One of the men, hiding behind the car, was panicked and peered upwards, trying to see how close the wolf army had gotten.

Before his head was even three inches above the ground, a sharp sound rang out, and an arrow pierced his forehead, pinning him to the sand.

Master Yan's heart sank to the bottom. The enemy had such a terrifying archer in the formation that his side couldn't even show itself.

Under the cover of their leader's arrows, the wolf soldiers maintained their formation and advanced with neat, heavy steps, covering a third of the distance.

Master Yan, Cao Dahuang, Yan Zhan, Liu Sheng, and other ninth-rank martial artists were gathered behind a large cart, discussing their strategy.

"We can't wait for the wolf army to get close; once they arrive, we'll be at a disadvantage!"

Cao Dahuang, a veteran of many battles, reminded everyone that if the wolf army surrounded them, they must stand up and engage in battle.

The wolf clan leader is also an extremely skilled archer. He will aim at these entry-level martial artists and kill them one by one with an arrow. The remaining martial artists and his men will have no choice but to wait for their deaths.

"Who can rush up and take down that leader?" suggested one of the rank-1 martial artists.

Ranked martial artists all know that starting from the eighth rank, they can use lightness skills, which might give them a chance.

Master Yan shook his head with a wry smile: "With my legs like this... forget about using light footwork."

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Cao Dahuang, but upon seeing Cao Dahuang's spherical body, they looked away in dejection.

It felt like all we could do was wait to die.

Cao Dahuang felt insulted.

But he couldn't refute it.

An atmosphere of despair began to spread. The wolf soldiers' footsteps, howls, and the clatter of armor, like a death knell, converged into a suffocating sense of oppression, drawing ever closer.

Halfway through the journey, the archers in the wolf army also began to shoot arrows.

Arrows whistled overhead from time to time, or embedded themselves in the carriage floor. Occasionally, one or two unlucky souls would be hit by the arrows and scream in pain.

Every whistling sound of an arrow piercing the air, every scream, sent everyone's hearts leaping into their throats.

Liu Sheng frowned. When he arrived, he had used his spiritual eye to examine the werewolf leader, whose color was light orange. However, apart from its bow and arrows, it didn't carry any melee weapons, so it wasn't necessarily invincible.

If he could, he wouldn't want to take the risk himself, especially since there were two eighth-rank experts on his side!

But now, it seems that neither of the two eighth-rank officials can be relied upon.

He knew that, as Cao Dahuang had said, if they dragged this out any longer, and the wolf soldiers closed in for a melee, they would be unable to focus on defending against the ranged arrows. At that point, even if they weren't completely wiped out, they would at least suffer heavy casualties.

We have to give it our all!

"Third Master, Brother Cao, I have a way to get close to that wolf leader!"

Liu Sheng suddenly spoke up.

"You? You're just a ninth-rank martial artist, what makes you think you can break through this open space?"

Yan Zhan already looked down on Liu Sheng, and upon hearing Liu Sheng's words, he subconsciously began to question him.

However, no sooner had he uttered his question than he caught sight of several corpses, wounded by arrows, their eyes wide open in death, blood flowing incessantly, staining the yellow sand crimson.

He suddenly remembered his father's teachings: when a person is gone, everything is gone.

Previously, I only thought that the people lacked courage, but now that I have witnessed the tragic scene with my own eyes, I realize that it was just that I was young and inexperienced.

This ninth-rank martial artist in front of me may lack ability, but at least he is willing to stand up. How can I have the face to question him?

Thinking about all this, Yan Zhan seemed to have made up his mind:

"Or... let me do it. I am the young master of the Yan family. It's not easy for you ordinary people to cultivate to the level of an entry-level martial artist, so don't go and throw your lives away..."

His words were interrupted by Cao Dahuang, who looked speechless:

"What Sheng-ge says is really true!"

"That's right, let Master Liu handle it. Getting close won't be a problem! But once you get close, you might not be a match for that leader."

Master Yan also realized what was happening.

Cao and Yan both recalled Liu Sheng's deeds in Yejia'ao.

Huh? Brother Sheng? Master Liu? Yan Zhan was a little confused. When he realized the identity of the person in front of him, his breathing became rapid.

Liu Sheng said firmly, "It didn't bring any weapons. If I suddenly attack, we might be able to fight. Brother Cao, wait for my call and come to my aid immediately!"

Seeing the hesitation on the faces of Master Yan and Cao Dahuang, he shouted again, "It's better than sitting and waiting to die!"

Third Master Yan was not one to hesitate, and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "I'll do as you say, please!"

Cao Dahuang nodded emphatically, "Don't worry, Sheng-ge'er, if I hear any commotion, I, Old Cao, will rush over there with my life on my hands!"

Seeing that no one objected, Liu Sheng agreed on a rough duration with everyone. He took off his shirt, took a cloth strip, and tied the spear to his body.

Liu Sheng took a deep breath, and his body slid along the sand like a fish, silently merging into the yellow sand. His long spear did not hinder him at all.

In no time, Liu Sheng, gun and all, had completely submerged beneath the soft sand and then swam swiftly toward the location of the wolf clan leader.

Everyone waited in silence.

Only the approaching howls of wolves, the whistling of arrows, and Yan Zhan's mutterings remained: "He is Liu Sheng..."

Liu Sheng could not hear this sentence.

He had already ventured deep into the sand dunes and was still struggling forward. With his previous experience, and now that he had perfected his skin-smoothing abilities and had a stronger affinity for earth elements, he was able to continue.

This time he was more skilled, and even managed to adjust his posture to keep the spear at his side and reduce resistance.

The sand grains rubbed against his outer skin, sending a tingling sensation through him. However, he was completely focused on sensing the movement above and calculating the distance.

"Hurry up! Once the wolf army arrives, my assassination attempt will be pointless!"

Liu Sheng silently recited this in his heart.

Close, closer!

Through the vibrations transmitted through the sand, he could clearly feel the wolf's heavy breathing and the occasional sound of its footsteps.

These sounds were clearer than when you were standing on the ground and listening with your ears.

Liu Sheng knew that his chance had come!

at this time.

On the sand dunes.

The werewolf leader was unaware of this.

It was observing the battlefield situation with a look of great confidence on its face.

Although it only had the strength of an entry-level eighth-rank soldier, it was a famous archer in the border army.

It has full confidence in its archery skills.

It has even greater confidence in the fighting power of the young men who came out of the border army with it.

Seeing that the caravan was being suppressed and unable to raise their heads, and that his wolf army had closed to within fifty paces, victory was in sight.

The werewolf leader casually nocked an arrow and nonchalantly glanced at the rear of the caravan.

It was keeping an eye on the Third Master Yan who had just been shot by an arrow, and another chubby fellow.

Without a doubt, these two pose the greatest threat.

As long as the lads get close and charge, and the enemy engages, it will use its arrows to take care of those two guys first.

It seems to have seen it.

He and his men, together, carried a rich spoil of war.

A scene of returning home in glory.