Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 166: Undefeated with a Gun
Mo Yu stood on the pile of corpses, waving his brass horn shield and spear. The bloodstained shield surface flickered with a faint light, and the spear tip shone like lightning.

More than ten Hu cavalry officers galloped on their horses, trapped him in the center of the formation, and attacked him with swords, spears, and halberds like a torrential rain.

He swung the bleeding brass horn shield violently, "crack!" A spear broke, fragments flying everywhere, and he swept his spear across, repelling all the weapons attacking from all directions with just the strength of his body.

A flash of cold light appeared, and the tip of the gun pierced the chest of an officer. Blood dripped down the tip of the gun, and scarlet plum blossoms bloomed in the snow.

One of the generals besieging him gasped, his horse neighing as he retreated half a step, his eyes filled with unspeakable fear. "This fellow... he's already killed twenty-nine officers above the rank of lieutenant, along with the kings of seven tribes of ten thousand men! Even so, he doesn't show the slightest sign of fatigue. Doesn't he feel tired?"

Three more Hu warriors rode their horses and attacked, their swords flashing like a net.

He held the shield and pushed away the weapons of the three men. With the tip of his spear, as fast as lightning, he wanted to cut one man's throat, but he only cut off his left ear. Blood spurted out, and the warrior howled, covering his ears and retreating from the battle circle.

"Hmm?" Mo Yu narrowed his eyes, frowned slightly, and murmured softly, "Without using True Qi, relying solely on physical strength, is this my limit?"

His strength was gradually failing, his muscles felt numb and sore, and his arm holding the gun was trembling slightly. The blade of the gun, which should have been as calm as water, was now rippling.

However, a smile suddenly appeared on Mo Yu's lips, and a fiery light ignited in his eyes.

"Good, very good! Only by fighting to the limit can my strength be broken through. But before I reach that point, I can already feel that my limit is not yet exhausted!"

At this moment, the cavalry of the two flanking tribes had already rushed into the central camp, and the plans deduced before the battle were fulfilled one by one.

Thousands of cavalry led by Urka and Saltus tore through the enemy's formation, cattle and sheep galloped, the remnants of the Hu cavalry fled in all directions, and the central army was in chaos.

What remains is a showdown of hard power between the two sides!

"~" Mo Yu exhaled a breath of turbid air, his bright and introverted eyes were calm and without ripples, like a sharp sword hidden in a deep pool.

He withdrew his attention from the battlefield situation and locked his gaze on the enemy in front of him. Next, he had to take this battle seriously.

And this is definitely not a good thing for the enemies standing in his way!
More residual souls transformed into black Qi and poured into the puppet warhorse under his crotch. The warhorse's eyes turned bloodshot, it roared fiercely, and fiercely bit the neck of a Hu general's mount under his crotch.

The flesh on the horse's neck was torn apart, and the Hu cavalry officer's body swayed. As soon as he revealed his flaw, a cold light like lightning pierced his throat. Blood gushed out, and he fell off his horse and died before he could even let out a howl.

Before the body hit the ground, Mo Yu heard a sudden sound of air breaking through the air, and two black streaks of light shot out. He swept his shield across, and with a clang, sparks flew everywhere, and the axe blade scratched two shallow marks on the brass shield.

The vessel was damaged, and the shadowy figure of the 'God of War' within it suddenly erupted in anger. Its low humming sound turned into a roar, and a large amount of black energy violently emanated from the brass horn shield, threatening to explode out of control. Mo Yu's eyes turned cold, and his terrifying will fell like a mountain. The black energy instantly converged, and the low humming on the shield returned to silence.

Two flying axes flew back from behind, crossing each other. Mo Yu swung his spear across, aiming the spearhead at the axe handles, intending to knock them down. Unexpectedly, the two axes changed direction strangely in mid-air, and the axe handles that were originally aimed at suddenly turned into axe blades, flashing cold light, and slashed across.

"Crack!" The spear broke, leaving only a piece of the spear shaft in his hand, with sparks still on the broken end.

The two Hu cavalry officers saw the opportunity, a sinister smile flashed in their eyes, and they swung their scimitars to chop at Mo Yu's ribs. The wind from their swords was sharp, and they wanted to take advantage of the momentum to severely injure him.

Mo Yu's expression remained calm. He spun sharply, shield in hand. "Clang!" A sword shattered upon the shield. With a backhand swing, the broken spear thrust out like a short spear, piercing the chest of another officer. A bloody mist erupted, and the officer fell from his horse, glaring.

The Hu cavalry officers who lost their weapons retreated in panic, but unexpectedly Mo Yu suddenly jumped up from the puppet warhorse.

He flew forward and smashed down with his right fist. His arm, still emitting a faint metallic glow, smashed his head apart, his brains splattered, and blood splattered on Mo Yu's shirtless and muscular upper body.

Too many people died in this area. The corpses were piled up and the remaining soldiers were lying everywhere. The war horses could no longer gallop. In this case, it would be better for him to dismount and fight on foot.

He picked up a scimitar from the ground. There were enemies all around him, but Mo Yu didn't even look at them and just swung the knife wildly.

The sword light swept like a hurricane, the neighing of war horses and the screams of the enemies merged into one, and for a moment it was even more terrifying than his previous performance!
And Mo Yu's target was none other than the tall and fierce Hu general who held the imperial weapon, the two large axes [Belwak]!
"Surround him!" Bartuk roared loudly, and his two axes flew out again, turning into two black streams of light, tracking Mo Yu.

Mo Yu raised a bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth, and rushed forward, blocking one axe with his shield. The other axe passed by and cut his skin. Blood oozed out, but instantly solidified into the reverse flow of Qi.

Baltuk galloped forward, his two great axes fused into one, and he slashed down with the force of a mountain, roaring, "Die!"

But Mo Yu continued to charge forward. At the moment when the giant axe was about to hit him, he swung out his left arm holding the shield and hit the side of the giant axe hard!
The fierce force was transmitted along the axe handle, and Baltuk, who was born with amazing arm strength, was almost shaken out of his hand. However, with the help of the imperial weapon to enhance his own strength, he managed to stabilize himself.

The brass horn shield dropped, revealing Mo Yu's indifferent eyes. In a flash, the scimitar stabbed out, cutting off Bartuk's left arm with one blow, and blood spurted out like a pillar.

"Being able to injure me, even with the power of an imperial weapon, is commendable."

Baltuk glared and roared, swinging his axe in one hand to fight back. Mo Yu swung his shield again, "Bang!" The huge axe flew out of his hand, causing the snow to crack.

He took a half step forward, backhandedly stabbed Baltuk in the chest, the tip of the blade piercing through his body, a bloody mist filling the air. He glared and fell off his horse, and the Imperial Weapon Belwak fell to the ground, wailing.

In the midst of chaos, taking the enemy general's head is as easy as taking something out of a bag!
Such terrifying power made the surrounding Hu cavalry hesitate and dared not to move forward.

Mo Yu ignored these people, but reached out with a little curiosity to grasp the axe imperial weapon that was stuck straight into the ground. He was somewhat interested in this peculiar weapon.

As soon as they made contact, a violent and animalistic energy burst from the imperial weapon into his right palm, and then shattered like tofu hitting iron.

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Mo Yu was speechless. His right arm, fused with a divine weapon like the Heavenly Sword, was already comparable to Imagine Breaker, possessing the permanent properties of Armor Break and Qi Break. How dare you, a mere Imperial Gear, use energy to challenge him? However, even with this brief contact, he had a clear view of the Imperial Gear's true nature.

It is similar to the magical weapon of an alien, with at least one complete energy circuit built in, but the difference is that this thing seems to be alive, or a biological weapon.

It can extend its own energy circuit to the holder, and build an energy circulation framework within the holder's body.

It is precisely because of this that you cannot own a second copy of this thing.

Just like internal skills from different systems, they cannot be practiced at the same time, unless a big boss integrates them into the same system.

For example, the heroes helped the crazy general to fight, with the three levels of reverse birth as the main framework, integrating many methods of Qi circulation such as Fenghou Qimen, Tongtian Lu, Juling Qianjiang, Qi Body Origin, Tai Chi Jin, and Jinguan Curse.

"The tricky external alchemy method is not suitable for people who already possess extraordinary powers." After Mo Yu gave his evaluation, he threw it out without any regrets.

The giant axe split into two in his hand, turning into two flying axes, which killed more than ten Hu cavalry in an instant. Even if this thing did not recognize its master, he could still use it forcibly with his strength.

Buck was fighting in the battlefield and his body was covered in blood. Even though his sturdy body was covered with more than a dozen wounds, his eyes were frighteningly bright. He had lost countless blood, but he did not show any sign of weakness.

"Ahahaha, kill kill kill kill kill!"

Two scimitars hit the curved blades, and he was about to snatch two more from the enemy when he heard a sound of breaking air behind his head. Startled, Buck was about to dodge, but the two flying axes circled around and killed two Hu cavalrymen, then hovered in front of him, humming and trembling.

Mo Yu rode on a puppet warhorse, holding a spear he had snatched from somewhere, and transformed into a dark glow as he dashed past him. His voice was cold and icy: "Don't just stand there, take this imperial axe and follow me to break the formation!"

Buck grinned, his face bloodthirsty and ferocious. As he grasped the axe handle, a surge of violent energy surged through his body, his muscles bulging and knotting, his eyes gleaming with blood. With a roar, he swung his axes, a flash of blood gushing out. The three Hu cavalrymen were unable to dodge and were split in two.

"Great! Great!" The two axes flew, tracking the enemy's shadow. Two more Hu cavalrymen died, their bodies lying on the snow.

When Mo Yu took the lead, sweeping with shield and slashing with spear, he cut a bloody path out of the encirclement.

Looking back, he saw only about three hundred riders left, all drenched in blood, emitting an endless bloody aura, as if they had crawled out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses. Nearly seven hundred brave and fearless warriors had fallen forever in the brutal, meat-grinder-like battle.

But the remaining 300 or so cavalry, with the strength of a thousand cavalry, broke through and destroyed the siege of 6,000 Hu cavalry and 5,000 infantry!
Every soldier was reborn in the blood of the great battle and underwent a qualitative transformation.

Their eyes were no longer simply fanatical, but rather held a colder, deeper gaze, like iron tempered by a fire, its edge restrained. Their faith in the God of War had been sublimated through blood and fire, and the seeds of the military spirit had been planted within them, waiting only to sprout.

But, it's not enough!

The military spirit cultivated by killing ten thousand soldiers and killing one hundred thousand soldiers is completely different!

Mo Yu reined in his horse and looked back. His puppet warhorse neighed, its spear pointed diagonally toward the sky. His eyes swept across the three hundred or so riders behind him, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you still able to fight?"

"We will not stop fighting until the blood is drained and we die!" The three hundred riders roared in unison, their voices shaking the snowy plains. They raised their swords and spears high, their murderous intent as strong as iron. Their war horses neighed in response, and a bloody aura rose to the sky.

Covered in blood and wounds, no one retreated. The fighting spirit in their eyes was like a blazing flame, and their faith was as unyielding as steel.

"Alright, follow me to slay the generals, seize the flags, and destroy the army!"

Mo Yu squeezed the horse's belly hard, and the puppet horse's eyes turned bloodshot, transformed into a black glow, and rushed straight towards the central army.

In the distance, on the high slope, Numa Seka brandished a spear, and the spear shadow was like a dragon. The four tribesmen surrounded him in the center of the formation and launched a crazy attack led by Urka.

Urka, a spear in one hand and a long sword in the other, swung his arms with such force that they tore through the air, a low humming sound. As the sword and spear clashed, his killing intent was like the wind. His hair and beard flew, his eyes crimson, and he roared as he lunged at Numa. Behind him, the three chiefs coordinated their movements, their swords and axes swinging in unison, attempting to tear Numa apart.

However, Numa Seka's reputation of being 'invincible with a gun' is not unfounded!
With only one man and one gun, his marksmanship was as fast as the wind and lightning, and he did not show any signs of defeat even when surrounded by four people.

The spear swept across, knocking away Urka's sword and spear, sparks flying; the spear turned and knocked away the tribe leader's giant axe on the side, causing the opponent's palm to numb.

His figure moves like a ghost, his gun shoots out like a dragon, every strike is accurate and deadly, and he is unmatched in bravery.

Such heroic performance greatly inspired the morale of the Hu knights. They shouted the name of Numa loudly and fought with the tribal cavalry.

The battlefield was in complete chaos, the battle formation was completely destroyed, both sides were blood-thirsty, the sound of swords and spears clashing was deafening, and blood and flesh were flying everywhere.

A chaotic battle is the most challenging test of the basic qualities of the fighters on both sides!

Most of the tribal cavalry were newly released prisoners of war. They were not well fed and lacked strength. Even though they still displayed considerable combat effectiveness due to their bravery, they were still far behind the elite Hu cavalry of Numa Seka's own army.

However, those followers of the God of War with ox-horn war patterns on their foreheads were completely different. They had been transformed through the baptism of battle, their combat power surpassing that of the elite Hu cavalry. With them as the backbone, and the rest of the tribal cavalry as support, they were able to fight on equal terms with elite Hu cavalry that outnumbered them by several times.

But the tribal cavalry was ultimately outnumbered. The Hu cavalry came like a tide and could not be killed. If they continued like this, they would sooner or later be drowned by the sea of ​​people.

Urka was anxious, and he swung his sword and spear three times faster. The sword flashed like lightning, and the spear shadow was like a dragon. His attack was violent, heading straight for Numa's throat, intending to kill him with one blow.

However, Numa Seka found a flaw and twisted his body with superb horsemanship to avoid the blow. Then, with a swing of his spear, he slashed Urka's chest, leaving a hideous bloody mark and nearly slashing him.

(End of this chapter)