"Are you sure you're not kidding me? One person can break into an army camp?"
Are your weapons all made of clay?
Chen Youliang was halfway through putting on his pants when he heard that there was only one person who had stormed the camp. He was so angry that he almost spat out blood. Just one person, and this guy had ruined his plans.
"General, you'd better run! That guy is amazing; he's already killed over a hundred of our brothers."
Ren Jiuyou was sweating profusely with anxiety. Chen Youliang had never seen how powerful that guy was; he was practically inhuman. The only force stationed here was a thousand-man squad, and he had some doubts about whether all of them could hold off the enemy.
"Which expert is it? I, Chen Youliang, haven't offended any experts recently."
Upon hearing Ren Jiuyou's words, Chen Youliang was taken aback. He recalled his recent actions and realized that he had not had any conflicts with any master.
Chen Youliang didn't see that Shen Rong, curled up in the corner of the bed, was excited when she heard Ren Jiuyou talk about a scholar breaking into the camp, her eyes shining with anticipation.
However, Shen Rong did not show it, remaining silently curled up in the corner, not daring to move at all, for fear of attracting Chen Youliang's attention.
"Come on, let's go out and have a look."
After getting dressed, Chen Youliang decided to go out and meet the expert, thinking that perhaps it was all a misunderstanding.
"Keep a close eye on Miss Shen. If anything goes wrong, don't blame me for taking your heads."
Before leaving the military tent, Chen Youliang did not forget to give some instructions to the soldiers guarding the area.
Inside the military tent, Chen Youliang had already left, but Shen Rong remained curled up in the corner, muttering to herself:
"Did the gentleman come to save me?"
"Sir, where are you? Shen Rong is so scared."
Chen Youliang's actions truly terrified him, and he still hasn't recovered from the shock.
At this time.
Three or four hundred meters away from Shen Rong's military tent, more than a hundred corpses were already lying there.
The corpses all died in the same way: their vital parts were crushed by a claw, and their deaths were extremely gruesome.
The bodies stretched all the way from the gate of the military camp to here, and there was blood everywhere.
These people all died at the hands of Li Boyang.
At this moment, two or three hundred iron spearheads were pointing at Li Boyang. Strangely, the arms of these two or three hundred men holding spears were trembling slightly, and none of them dared to thrust their spears out.
The soldiers' expressions revealed fear, terror, and bewilderment. Their spears, instead of becoming their support, had become death warrants.
The man in front of them was terrifying. From the moment he stormed into the military camp, anyone who dared to attack him first was, without exception, a corpse on the ground.
Everyone wanted to throw down their spears and scatter, but no one dared. Military regulations were no joke: in the face of the enemy, anyone who retreated even a step would be killed.
These soldiers felt like they had been cursed for eight lifetimes, encountering such a dilemma: advancing meant certain death, retreating meant certain death too.
"We'll have to make our move if we go any further."
The soldier shouted a threat.
Li Boyang looked at the two or three hundred large iron spears, his face expressionless, and walked forward step by step, completely ignoring the threat from the soldiers.
Strangely, every time Li Boyang took a step forward, the two or three hundred people would all take a step back. When Li Boyang took another step forward, they would take another step back.
The soldiers retreated more than ten steps, while Li Boyang advanced more than ten steps. At this point, the supervising military judge could no longer stand it and shouted:
"Those who retreat will die! Charge!"
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Chapter 119 Bravely Rescuing the Beauty
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Two or three hundred soldiers roared slogans at the same time, and the twenty or so men in the front row gritted their teeth and raised their long guns.
Twenty or thirty large iron spears formed an iron thorn formation, their tips gleaming coldly, as if they wanted to pierce the enemy through.
"Overestimating one's abilities."
Li Boyang said softly.
With a light step forward and a flick of his right hand, he blocked in front of his chest. The soldiers' iron spears seemed to be drawn to his hand as if by a magnet.
Then, Li Boyang used his other hand to make a hand chop, drawing a circle around his body. All the spear shafts snapped at the same time, and as the iron spears broke, the soldiers holding the spear shafts were also sent flying backward.
"The rear guard takes over."
"Waste him out of his life."
The military judge's voice was filled with deep fear as he looked at the god-like man before him with utter horror.
Under the military judge's orders, the soldiers rushed forward one after another, attacking Li Boyang.
In that instant, several corpses lay beneath Li Boyang's feet. These people had all been killed by a single claw strike, utterly unable to resist.
Several more large iron spears pierced towards Li Boyang's waist. Li Boyang immediately formed his fingers into claws and grabbed the spearheads. With a twist, all the iron spears broke in two.
When Li Boyang unleashed the Nine Yin Divine Claw, his hands were faintly tinged with ink, truly like claws of refined steel, utterly unafraid of weapons, and he would probably dare to directly withstand even weapons forged from refined iron with his bare hands.