Chapter 121 - There is No Real Victor in War
Time went by slowly. As this time passed, Shi Mu’s name became more and more known by those in the fortress areas, for the number of Totem warriors who fell under Shi Mu’s black blade kept increasing, and he had he had resisted two blows from the Xiantian saint Zong Yuan previously, which had become a legend in the passage of time. Therefore, most preferred to call him by the name of “Flaming Blade”, and the tales of his feats were widely spread among the barbarian warriors, always with a tone of fear and indignation.
Half a year later.
This day, on the borders of Rui Zhou City, one could hear the clang of swords striking helmets, shouting, and crying.
On an open area deep in the valley, a dozen powerfully built Totem warriors were in a wild battle with five human disciples, among them Shi Mu. The ground was already littered with around twenty dead bodies, and those belonging to human warriors accounted for most of them, being torn apart and scattered all over the valley by the barbarians. Broken limbs, ripped insides, and dark blood - the whole valley was filled with a repellent smell that would make anyone vomit with disgust.
Actually, Shi Mu and his ten-odd companions were attacked by these barbarians on their way back to the union’s stronghold after completing a mission. Initially there were, at most, seven Totem warriors, which gave the disciples much confidence, considering that there was safety in numbers. Young and ambitious, the disciples chose to confront the enemies to show their valor. However, shortly after the two sides started fighting, the situation became lopsided since ten more Totem warriors streamed into the valley to reinforce their own. The disciples leader, XiaHou Xuan, who came from Tian Yin sect, sensed the unfavorable prospect, but, by then, it was already too late for them to flee.
Now the human disciples were outnumbered. Add in their exhaustion after a mission and the barbarians were guaranteed to win. However desperately they fought, their team was already crippled. By now, most of the disciples alive were fighting with serious wounds, and Shi Mu was no exception. His face was smudged by blood, and a two-inch long wound on his back was a horrible sight to behold. The Golden Armor he wore inside his armor was also scratched, and raw flesh could be seen. Blood had soaked his shirt, and along his ribs and thighs one could see giant scrapes left by fingernails. But for the Rejuvenating Charm Ke Er had given to him, he would still be bleeding and might have collapsed at any moment. Currently, of the nine Totem warriors still alive, four were besieging him. Then at a dangerous juncture, Shi Mu decided to work a Golden Armour Charm, and, at lighting speed, dispatched two relatively weak enemies. Coordinated by XiaHou Xuan, who finished off several enemies in one breath, the situation was saved temporarily. But presently Shi Mu was recognized by the enemies to be the “Firing Blade”, so all the Totem warriors began to direct their full attention to him.
Although Shi Mu was still wielding his black blade with outward composure, warding off the enemies’ succeeding attacks. His inward anxiety began to take over. He threw a quick glance around him, and found, to his dismay, that XiaHou Xuan was already bathed in blood, though still managing to deal with two other Totem warriors. The other three disciples were at the brink of breakdown, one of whom had lost an arm, and was only still alive and fighting by his sheer willpower and conviction. Shi Mu burned to save his companions, but he could not extract himself from his besiegement. The barbarians making the attack had switched to a delaying tactic: for one thing, they still feared the black blade in Shi Mu’s hand. For another, they foresaw the doom of the human disciples, and, thus, were not in a hurry to finish him off.
Shi Mu was keenly aware that the three disciples would not be able to live long under the fierce attacks of the Totem warriors, at which time he and XiaHou Xuan would be left in extreme peril. He ducked another blow, and swept the opening of the vale at his back with his golden pupils. What he saw made his heart quiver. About three hundred meters away from the opening, some ten black dots were galloping toward the battlefield, looking bigger every second. His eyes gleamed gold, and, as he took a second look, he now saw that these were all Totem warriors!
Just then, two heartrending cries rang out almost at the same time. Shi Mu turned to the source of the cry and saw that XiaHou Xuan had pierced the throat of a Totem warrior with his spear, killing him on the spot. But he himself was hit in the back by a shorter barbarian with his axes, the wound so deep that white bone could be seen. Blood splattered the axes, coloring them red. Shi Mu’s heart sank, clouded by deep sorrow. The next moment, the one-armed disciple was chopped in half, and streaming blood washed his insides out. Even so, his last strike helped blind an enemy’s left eye.
The one-eyed barbarian was enraged, blood tricking down his craggy face. Looking around, he chose to vent his savage anger on XiaHou Xuan, and he stormed over to XiaHou’s back, brandishing his axes. The former was now in dire straights, fighting two brutal barbarians with anguish filling his body.
Shi Mu was also suffering. He ran his eyes over the vale, with the dire predictions of this battle hanging over his heart. Finally he made up his mind. Holding the only Golden Armour Charm in his hand. His body flashed aside abruptly, dodging a curved dagger of a tall barbarian’s to his left, and purposefully exposed himself to the bald-headed barbarian at his right flank. The bald-headed barbarian was overjoyed, his eyes glinting excitedly. His right palm was now bulking like a bear’s paw, striking at Shi Mu’s right shoulder with a howling gale. The two twin barbarians at Shi Mu’s back also would not let this ideal chance slip away; they both brandished their mantis-like arms, lifting four blades that reflected cold light, blocking Shi Mu’s route of retreat at either side.
However, Shi Mu had been expecting this. His left hand suddenly glowed gold, and he slapped his left hand onto his chest and a slim layer of golden light immediately shrouded him. At the same time, he turned, without warning, toward the twins, totally ignoring the bald-headed man. His black blade howled like a dragon amid red flames, spouting thirteen red shadows that rolled towards the enemies.
“Kill! My flames!” Just as the shadows were to clash with the twins, Shi Mu shouted, instilling his real qi into the black blade and thirteen red shadows suddenly gathered into one streak of red light, and, like lightning, it chopped at one of the twins’ head.
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