Chapter 78

An ordinary Mongol soldier's strength was far inferior to Li Wucheng's, but when hundreds or even thousands of Mongol soldiers attacked recklessly, they could still pose a threat to him.

With Boyan also joining the fight, the sharpness of the Asura World-Ending Blade was not to be underestimated. Li Wucheng did not dare to take it lightly. In the midst of the struggle, he had no chance to kill Mengu.

The longer the battle dragged on, the more disadvantageous it became for Li Wucheng. With an army of a hundred thousand, even if he were to tire himself to death, he could not possibly kill them all.

At this moment, Li Wucheng still appeared vigorous and invincible amidst the Mongol army, but once his internal energy and physical strength were greatly depleted, he might be pierced by a thousand blades.

A top expert, fighting for their life, could double their strength, making the enemy tremble. Although Li Wucheng did not tremble, he still felt the pressure.

From all directions, numerous Mongol soldiers fought to the death. Despite Li Wucheng's superb movements, he could not avoid the forest of blades and spears, and was hit several times.

His thick internal energy swelled, forming a shield-like barrier that could withstand one or two strikes, but ultimately could not withstand the third.

"Ah!"

With a roar to the sky, Li Wucheng activated the Northern Dipper True Qi, forming wave after wave of energy that repelled all the blades and spears pressing against him. He wielded his sword and saber, slashing at Boyan and Mengu.

Boyan did not dodge or retreat, only attacking Li Wucheng with his long saber. The Asura World-Ending Blade displayed its full might. At this moment, Li Wucheng advanced instead of retreating, retracting the Hai Ruo saber and attacking Boyan with both the Hai Ruo saber and the Ning Bi sword.

The light of the saber and sword flashed, and Boyan's body was left with two long wounds: one on his face, almost splitting it in half, and one on his abdomen, a deep gash.

With a "ding," a treasure chest fell from Boyan's body, emitting a pale yellow bronze hue, which delighted Li Wucheng, who quickly picked it up.

The treasure chests dropped by powerful enemies were divided into ten levels: wooden, black iron, bronze, silver, gold, dark gold, platinum, purple gold, and rainbow. So far, the highest level of treasure chest Li Wucheng had obtained was bronze, the same as after killing Xiao Leng and Boyan.

He scooped up the bronze treasure chest, pulled out the long saber embedded in his left shoulder, and endured the intense pain as he wielded the Ning Bi sword, charging forward again.

There was still a significant gap in strength between Xiao Leng and Li Wucheng. However, when a top expert fought to the death in such a chaotic situation, Li Wucheng also suffered severe injuries.

Xiao Leng's saber strike was too ruthless, nearly piercing through Li Wucheng's shoulder. The pain was far more intense than when he was hit by an arrow in the buttocks.

In the past, Li Wucheng had never endured such pain. Even when he had his appendectomy, it was done under anesthesia, so he felt nothing.

Now, as he charged through the Mongol army, the blows came one after another. Li Wucheng felt as if he were about to die. Only by gritting his teeth and holding on to a strong belief could he continue to fight forward.

"Mengu, where are you going? Prepare to die!"

Though he could only use one hand, the combat power Li Wucheng unleashed was no less than when he used both hands. His speed of charging forward was not slow at all.

Liang Wenjing, Bai Pu, and Liang Tiande led thousands of troops to charge into the Mongol army. Initially, due to the chaos caused by Li Wucheng, the Mongol army was routed.

However, the Mongol army was numerous and composed of elite soldiers. After a brief chaos, they reorganized and fought the Song army fiercely.

Bai Pu, wielding a folding fan, killed Mongol soldiers and, in the gaps, watched Li Wucheng's heroic charge through the Mongol army, feeling deeply shocked.

"So strong, almost on par with Master!"

In Bai Pu's mind, Gong Yang Yu was an unparalleled expert, unmatched in the world, like his idol. Observing Li Wucheng's charge through thousands of soldiers, his martial prowess seemed no less than Gong Yang Yu's.

Liang Tiande, with his bow and arrows, never missed a shot. His archery skills were so high that even the term "divine shot" was insufficient to describe them, and the Mongol army could not resist.

Despite Liang Tiande's imposing presence, when he saw Li Wucheng's heroic figure, killing ten men with each step, he was shocked: How could there be such a powerful martial artist in the world, capable of taking the head of a general amidst thousands of soldiers as easily as picking something from a pocket?

In the Mongol army, Ashu was in a difficult position. On one hand, Mengu was being pursued by Li Wucheng, his life in constant danger. On the other hand, the Mongol army was being routed by the Song army, with bodies strewn across the battlefield.

Ashu stood on his horse, hesitating for a moment, unsure whether to save Mengu or rush forward to command the Mongol army to resist the Song troops.

After a moment of hesitation, Ashu made his decision and spurred his horse toward Mengu.

Leading a group of elite Mongol soldiers, Ashu charged forward, intending to save Mengu and encircle Li Wucheng, but he was too late.

A sword light flashed, spewing a spray of blood. Mengu's headless body, like a ball, flew into the air, his eyes wide open with anger and unwillingness.

This was a scene that both the Mongol and Song armies would remember deeply. The brilliant sword light was etched into everyone's heart, and for many years to come, they would not forget the brilliance and beauty of that sword strike.

"Kill! Kill him!"

Ashu's eyes turned red with rage, and he roared.

The Mongol army was enraged, and all fought recklessly, charging at Li Wucheng, disregarding their lives, determined to kill him.

With a roar, Ashu's horse sped forward much faster. When he reached close, he found that Li Wucheng's figure had already disappeared.

"Huh, what's going on over there, such chaos?"

Looking into the distance, Liang Wenjing's eyes showed a strange expression.

Bai Pu turned his horse and guessed, "Perhaps Brother Leng really killed Mengu. Let's take this opportunity to charge forward."

"Good."

Agreeing, Liang Wenjing immediately gave the order.

Thousands of Song troops charged into the Mongol army. Due to Mengu's death, the Mongol army had lost all fighting spirit and was routed.

...

In the main god space, in Villa No. 1, Li Wucheng returned, collapsing weakly on the ground. He shouted "heal," and a milky white light flowed from the space mark, covering his entire body.

Upon his return, Li Wucheng was in a pitiful state. Not only had he been stabbed in the shoulder and hit by an arrow in the buttocks, but there was not a single intact spot on his body except his face.

The saber wounds, arrow wounds, and spear wounds left Li Wucheng severely injured, with blood flowing from numerous cuts, some still warm, others already forming scabs.

Although his injuries did not bring him to the brink of death, it would take several years to fully recover.

However, under the flow of the milky white light, Li Wucheng's injuries healed in the blink of an eye. The effect was truly miraculous, but it also cost him hundreds of god points.