Chapter 92

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Zhao Hao forcefully swung his arms, and the long spear trembled, sending over a dozen Mongol soldiers flying.

Zhao Hao spat out a mouthful of blood with a "phew."

He had overexerted himself, and this time his body was truly operating beyond its limits.

However, it was precisely because of this that Zhao Hao felt an invigorating surge from deep within.

Only by breaking through one's limits can one experience a greater sense of pleasure.

Only after surpassing the peak can one understand that there is still a view beyond the peak.

Zhao Hao had not yet reached the peak, but in recent times, he had been making rapid progress.

To be precise, ever since obtaining the *Yi Jin Jing*, he had been advancing at a rapid pace.

From the very beginning, Zhao Hao had never been lost.

He was on the right path, and with his continuous progress, he naturally became stronger and stronger.

However, progress is also relative.

In the Shaolin Temple, Zhao Hao lived a life of solitary meditation, which was greatly beneficial for cultivating his mind and body, and it laid a foundation that no one in the world could match.

However, without the trials of life and death, Zhao Hao had been exploring on his own.

Although Zhao Hao was confident that he had not taken the wrong path, actual combat was always the fastest way to improve.

Fighting until he reached his limits and then breaking through those limits, the insights gained in the midst of life and death were incomparable to mere meditation and seclusion.

Today's Zhao Hao was already completely different from yesterday's Zhao Hao, and even more so from the Zhao Hao in the Shaolin Temple.

Jin Lun clapped his hands in admiration and said, "It has only been a few days, but Your Highness looks even more impressive than before."

He completely ignored the retreat of the other members of the Power Gang, focusing all his attention on Zhao Hao.

Compared to Zhao Hao, the others were worthless.

However, it was precisely because of this that Jin Lun was increasingly alarmed.

It had only been a few days, yet his skills had improved again.

Jin Lun felt a strong sense of crisis.

He must kill Zhao Hao; otherwise, once Zhao Hao achieved great martial arts mastery, even a thousand troops and ten thousand horses would be hard-pressed to stop him.

So now, while he appeared to be smiling and chatting, the murderous intent in his heart grew stronger.

However, Jin Lun still did not make a move.

He was still waiting.

The number of Mongol soldiers around Zhao Hao never decreased. Even though Zhao Hao had displayed the might of a heavenly deity, he did not know that those surrounding him were all Kublai Khan's elite guards, all battle-hardened veterans.

To kill Zhao Hao, Kublai Khan had spared no expense.

Jin Lun watched as one Mongol soldier after another was killed by Zhao Hao without moving, waiting for them to drain Zhao Hao's energy, waiting for him to become exhausted, and waiting for him to lose focus.

Jin Lun knew he was not Zhao Hao's match, so he never underestimated him.

Zhao Hao did not look at Jin Lun; he never considered Jin Lun his opponent.

However, Zhao Hao also knew that this was not going to be an easy battle.

Most importantly, he had no allies.

Zhao Hao fought and retreated, almost reaching the drawbridge leading to Xiangyang City.

Jin Lun's eyes narrowed, and suddenly, the five wheels flew from his head straight toward Zhao Hao.

At the same time, seven Mongol soldiers each from the front and back charged with spears.

With no way to escape, the moat on either side was filled with corpses.

Jin Lun's timing was perfect.

Zhao Hao roared, his toes barely leaving the ground, and he stepped precisely on the tips of the fourteen spears.

The five wheels spun and plummeted, aiming for Zhao Hao's neck.

Zhao Hao stomped hard, his face turning red, and he shouted, "Open!"

Using the force from his toes, Zhao Hao suddenly rose, and the two long spears flew out of his hands, blocking the five wheels, hoping to escape.

Jin Lun grinned maliciously and appeared above Zhao Hao the next moment, head down and feet up, pressing down with a palm, causing a storm of wind and thunder.

"Go down," Jin Lun shouted, adding more power to his palm.

Below, over a dozen Mongol soldiers held their spears skyward, waiting to pierce Zhao Hao's falling body.

"Get out of my way," Zhao Hao's eyes flashed with killing intent, and in mid-air, without time to gather his strength, he punched upward.

Zhao Hao's skills were not inferior to Jin Lun's, and in a normal confrontation, he would not be at a disadvantage. However, at this moment, after dodging the fourteen spears of the Mongol soldiers and blocking Jin Lun's five wheels, he had already expended a great deal of energy.

One burst of energy, then decline, and finally exhaustion. Zhao Hao was human, not a god, and he was almost at his limit.

In mid-air, with no place to borrow strength and no time to catch his breath, Zhao Hao had no choice but to engage in a direct confrontation.

As their fists and palm met, Jin Lun was sent flying, and Zhao Hao's body began to fall, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

He was injured, but Jin Lun was not.

Jin Lun laughed and once again descended, attempting to completely crush Zhao Hao.

"Your Highness..."

At this moment, everyone on the walls of Xiangyang City held their breath.

Guo Jing did not.

Earlier, he had not fully followed Meng Gong's advice to protect Zhao Hao.

Because Zhao Hao did not need him to do so, and Guo Jing believed that his archery skills would be more effective as a surprise attack.

Indeed, this was the case.

While Zhao Hao led the Power Gang disciples in a bloody battle, Guo Jing remained a spectator.

When Guo Fu was in danger, Guo Jing did not act.

When the Wu brothers were about to die, Guo Jing did not act.

He was waiting.

He did not want Kublai Khan and Jin Lun to become wary prematurely.

Guo Jing did well. Due to Zhao Hao's presence, both Kublai Khan and Guo Jing had completely forgotten about Guo Jing's existence.

They did not know about Guo Jing's archery skills.

At this moment, Guo Jing made his move.

His first move was shocking.

Jin Lun's right hand was only a foot away from Zhao Hao's head, but it could not press down.

Because his right hand had been pierced by an arrow from Guo Jing.

"Ahh..."

In mid-air, a scream of agony echoed.

Jin Lun was out of the battle.

Without the threat of Jin Lun, Zhao Hao felt half of his worries lifted. Although there were many Mongol soldiers below, they were no longer a concern to him.

Guo Jing shifted his gaze from Zhao Hao, drew his bow, and aimed an arrow at Kublai Khan.

"Whoosh..."

An arrow left the bow, slicing through the air, carrying the force of wind and thunder, and almost instantly appeared before Kublai Khan.

Kublai Khan's pupils dilated, and he was drenched in sweat.

His horsemanship saved his life.

The moment Guo Jing's arrow pierced Jin Lun, Kublai Khan began to act.

By the time Guo Jing's arrow arrived, Kublai Khan had already hidden under his horse's belly.

However, while he dodged the arrow, the commander's flag behind him fell.

Guo Jing put down his bow and sighed.

At this moment, Zhao Hao had already escaped the danger and reached the walls of Xiangyang City, but the gates were closed, and his lightness skills were not enough to leap over the wall.

"Brother, catch this."

Two white silk ropes were lowered from the wall.