Chapter 99

Zhao Hao and Guo Jing almost simultaneously noticed the changes in the Mongol army.

Although they were still fighting fiercely, the gap in front of them was unconsciously widening.

The Mongol soldiers in front seemed to be deliberately wearing down their internal energy rather than blocking them to the death.

Zhao Hao and Guo Jing exchanged a glance, and Zhao Hao whispered, "Great Hero Guo, it seems Kublai has seen through our intentions. This is an invitation into a trap."

Although still on horseback, and despite Zhao Hao casually killing two Mongol soldiers, he could still transmit his voice secretly without showing any emotion.

Guo Jing secretly admired Zhao Hao, who, despite his young age, had a pure and refined internal energy that might not be inferior to his own.

The two exchanged another glance, nodded simultaneously, and leaped off their horses.

The two strong horses fell under the long spears of the Mongol soldiers, but Zhao Hao and Guo Jing stepped on the shoulders of the Mongol soldiers and continued to advance in the air.

Arrows rained down.

Kublai naturally would not be courteous to these two moving targets.

Facing the torrent of arrows, Guo Jing took a deep breath, clasped his hands, and a dragon-like aura formed in front of him.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, which Guo Jing had long mastered, could shatter stones and split rocks with a single strike.

It seemed as if a real dragon was roaring. As Guo Jing pushed his hands forward, a dragon-like true qi roared forward, deflecting all the incoming arrows back.

Dozens of archers were killed on the spot.

Seeing this, Kublai's pupils constricted, and Jinlun felt a chill.

This level of power was unprecedented for Kublai, and Jinlun clearly understood the gap between himself and Guo Jing.

"Protect the Prince."

"Kill."

Guo Jing's bravery could only intimidate for a moment. The Mongol soldiers, regaining their senses, immediately launched a storm of attacks.

Kublai began to retreat imperceptibly.

He was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die.

He thought it was foolproof, but Guo Jing's performance made Kublai feel a sense of unease.

Zhao Hao immediately noticed Kublai's movement. To be precise, his gaze had never left Kublai.

Seeing Kublai retreating, a cruel smile appeared on Zhao Hao's lips.

Now you're afraid, but it's too late.

This is a death trap; either you die or I die.

To the death.

Zhao Hao did not resist like Guo Jing. He did not know the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and even if he did, he would not use them this way.

It was too draining of true qi.

Facing thousands of soldiers, a frontal assault would not end well. Zhao Hao knew his limits.

Zhao Hao's figure darted through the rain of arrows as if he were strolling leisurely.

Guo Jing's aura roared around him, creating a formidable presence. Each attack injured a large number of Mongol soldiers, demonstrating his godlike might.

Zhao Hao, however, moved silently, making bizarre and unnatural movements. Despite the rain of arrows, they often just grazed his body, causing no harm.

Zhao Hao's evasive technique was incredibly strange, not particularly graceful, and some movements seemed impossible for a human to make.

Guo Jing, catching a glimpse of Zhao Hao's movements, could not help but be amazed.

The Snake and Weasel Reversal Technique, which Zhao Hao had mastered from the Nine Yin Manual, allowed him to move calmly through the rain of arrows.

Compared to Guo Jing's resistance, Zhao Hao's method was undoubtedly much easier, though the damage he caused was far less.

"Great Hero Guo, Kublai is trying to escape. We need to speed up," Zhao Hao suddenly said.

Guo Jing's gaze sharpened, and he indeed saw Kublai's figure.

"Your Highness, you go after Kublai. I will cover your retreat," Guo Jing said decisively.

He knew he was not as agile as Zhao Hao and understood that Zhao Hao had the advantage at this moment.

"Alright." Zhao Hao took a deep breath, then suddenly leaped into the air.

Just as Zhao Hao reached the peak of his leap and was about to descend, something that left everyone staring in shock happened.

Zhao Hao paused slightly in mid-air and then ascended again.

It felt as if there was a ladder in the air.

They did not know that this was a lightness technique Zhao Hao had created, which he named "Cloud Ladder."

The inspiration for this technique indeed came from the Wudang School's "Cloud Ladder," but in this life, it was created by Zhao Hao.

Perhaps Zhao Hao was not yet as accomplished as Zhang Sanfeng, but a technique like the "Cloud Ladder" was not difficult for him.

The Nine Yin Manual, known as the ultimate martial arts guide, was not just a hollow reputation.

If one could only follow the manual word for word after obtaining the Nine Yin Manual, that would be the height of foolishness.

However, Zhao Hao's shock to them did not end there.

After escaping the range of the arrows, Zhao Hao took another deep breath. In the next moment, he suddenly appeared directly in front.

After a few such movements, Zhao Hao was already not far from Kublai.

This was the "Skyward Shift," another supreme lightness technique recorded in the Nine Yin Manual.

Under specific conditions, Zhao Hao used several lightness techniques in succession, creating a stunning effect.

Zhao Hao's gaze was resolute. Holding a long spear, he let out a low shout, and with a powerful thrust of his right arm, the spear flew like an arrow, heading straight for Kublai.

With no place to borrow force in the air, Zhao Hao had stayed in the air for too long. After throwing the spear, he inevitably began to fall.

Below were thousands of Mongol soldiers.

Zhao Hao was not the least bit concerned, showing no fear in his eyes, only a tight focus on the spear he had thrown.

An ordinary person, even if they saw the spear, would absolutely not be able to block it.

Zhao Hao was absolutely confident.

Unfortunately, the spear was intercepted.

"Jinlun, you are courting death," Zhao Hao's roar echoed across the battlefield.

"Courting death is you."

In the next moment, Xiangxi's famous figure Xiao Xiangzi, the Indian expert Nimo Xing, the Persian Yin Kexi, and the strange figure Ma Guangzuo from Huijiang surrounded Zhao Hao.

They had all seen Zhao Hao's performance.

In a one-on-one fight, none of them had the confidence to defeat Zhao Hao.

But with four of them together, they could at least delay Zhao Hao, even if they could not capture him.

And Zhao Hao, deep within the Mongol army, could not afford to be delayed.

Zhao Hao's gaze swept over the four, as if looking at four dead men, devoid of any emotion.

In fact, in Zhao Hao's eyes, these four were already dead.

The surrounding Mongol soldiers instinctively retreated. This kind of battle was beyond their reach.

If they rushed in, Nimo Xing and the others would inevitably meet their doom.

"A bunch of reckless fools." Zhao Hao took the second long spear from his back.

He had only brought two spears this time.

One had already been thrown and intercepted by Jinlun.

This was the second one.

"Your Highness, you go after Kublai. I will deal with these four," Guo Jing's voice suddenly came.

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