Chapter 10

Chapter 11: The Horse-Headed Guardian

The Mongol soldiers who had fallen behind watched as Qian Xing cruelly killed the pursuing enemy, and were about to praise him loudly. However, they didn't expect this man, dressed in Mongol military attire and seemingly a comrade, to suddenly turn and kill the squad leader leading them.

A dozen or so Mongol soldiers did not flee but instead howled and pounced on Qian Xing. Perhaps the squad leader who had just died was not their direct superior, so they did not fall into chaos or a berserk state.

Thus, the dozen lives only provided Qian Xing with a dozen targets for his Nine Yin Bone Claw and 12 * 6 = 72 points of experience.

Qian Xing satisfactorily pulled his palm out of the last soldier's chest, silently checking his attributes.

After activating the Nine Yin Bone Claw, his strength had already reached 13, nearly doubling the strength of 7 he had when he first entered this world and used the Iron Sand Palm. His stamina also reached 6, and his agility increased to 6.

However, his red stamina bar still had 40 segments, meaning his stamina was 4.

From this, it seemed that his 13 strength, 6 stamina, and 6 agility were all dynamic results after activating the Nine Yin Bone Claw.

Once he stopped using it, his basic attributes would revert to the state they were in when he first entered this arena world.

Moreover, originally, after prolonged movement, his stamina would naturally and slowly decrease. However, after using the Nine Yin Bone Claw, Qian Xing felt a cool energy flowing through his body. His actions were supported by this cool energy, which should be the internal energy from the Nine Yin Manual.

This internal energy replaced the consumption of his basic stamina.

Running in small steps, he approached the military camp.

Qian Xing had already made up his mind. He had completed two of the three tasks, so this trip to the military camp was just to look for any opportunities to gain an advantage without endangering his life, and to take whatever he could.

The military camp was already filled with the sounds of battle. As Qian Xing approached, he saw the monster release a powerful move.

This monster, whose upper body was covered with sharp, sword-like spines, did not release an energy-based move. Instead, he swung his arms like a wheel, and then his entire body suddenly spun at high speed, turning into a blurry shadow. The speed was comparable to that of a fan on a computer chip.

The effect of this move was like a helicopter's rotor blades falling into a crowd. The monster's ten claw-like, sword-like claws instantly carved a bloody path through the surrounding Mongol soldiers.

Dozens of soldiers, whose attributes had been temporarily boosted by the "Enhancement Array" skill, had their chests and throats mercilessly slashed open, and the blood sprayed out, forming two walls of blood along the path of the spinning claws.

The massive slaughter and bloodshed excited the monster, which let out a roar that was deep yet powerful, similar to a lion's roar.

The green-haired zombie seemed to be stimulated as well, spraying out green corpse poison in layers. This method of slaughter was no less efficient than the monster's powerful move, though the scale was much smaller.

In contrast, the long-armed man, with a sullen face, suddenly extended his hands like rubber and smashed the heads of two soldiers into mush before they could reach him. However, the number of kills was far less than that of the green-scaled monster and the green-haired zombie.

The giant sword-wielding man also wielded his massive sword with ease, but he no longer released the white cross-shaped sword energy, clearly conserving his strength.

The path of the 1023 squad was littered with corpses, and the ground was covered in blood, submerging the spaces between the bodies.

A conservative estimate put the number of corpses at around two hundred, which would translate to at least 1,300 points.

In a camp of a thousand soldiers, two hundred casualties were already a significant number. Finally, the Mongol soldiers retreated like a tide, revealing eleven officers on horseback in the center of the camp, surrounding a robust man wearing a strange yellow robe and a tall hat.

This man was dressed in Tibetan-style clothing, so he must be the main target of this mission, the disciple of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, Darba.

The ten mounted officers were clad in leather armor, and the central officer wore a beautifully patterned cloud-patterned war armor, with his horse also clad in iron chainmail.

The central officer was likely the military commander of the camp, the thousand-man commander, while the ten on either side were the hundred-man commanders.

Darba held a golden vajra and drew several symbols in the air, muttering incantations. With a loud bang, a crack appeared in the air beside Darba.

A thick, black-haired leg emerged from the crack and landed on the ground, the foot at the bottom being a large black horse hoof.

A monster appeared in front of Darba from the spatial crack. This monster was nearly three meters tall, with a large horse head, but its mouth was filled with sharp fangs. Its body and arms were human-like, but its ten fingertips were equipped with purple, hook-like claws.

The thighs and calves were similar to a human's, but the feet were large black horse hooves.

Darba pointed the vajra at the green-scaled monster and the green-haired zombie and shouted, "Horse-Headed Vajra, subdue this demon!"

The horse-headed monster brandished a two-meter-long, blood-red mace covered in thirty-centimeter-long barbs in its right hand.

The horse-headed monster let out a long neigh, and with a few strides of its black-haired horse legs, it covered four to five meters in a single step. In a breath, it reached the green-scaled monster, raising the blood-red mace and bringing it down with a sharp whistle.

Monsters generally have a natural sensitivity to the strength of their kind. This green-scaled monster was not a simple, reckless brute.

The green-scaled monster's powerful thighs sprang, and it leaped to the side. The blood-red mace struck the ground with a sound like an explosion, creating a pit over two meters wide and more than a meter deep.

All members of the 1023 squad and Qian Xing, who was watching from the side, ready to take advantage of the situation, drew a sharp breath. If that mace had hit them, they would have been turned into a puddle of meat!

At that moment, the sound of hooves rang out, and the ten hundred-man commanders, wielding curved swords, charged at the giant sword-wielding man, the long-armed man, and the fat man carrying a long, stick-like object discreetly.

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