Magic Martial Arts

Inside Tianwu's main tent, shouts and cries of killing were heard one after another, and the fierce battle was still going on. The soldiers in charge of guarding had already died on the ground, leaving only Wu Ganming and his eight generals huddled together, struggling to resist Monchi and others. With waves of seemingly endless attacks, it was only a matter of time before they were "killed".

However, time has become a difficult problem that Monchi must face. For Wu Ganming and others, they can still grit their teeth and wait for a turnaround; but for Monchi, every moment of delay may make the situation more dangerous.

At this moment, deep in his heart, there was always a gentle voice encouraging him, urging him, and softly calling out:

"Meng... There's no time... Kill him... Quick! Kill him..."

This voice was like a torch, lighting all the fighting spirit in Monkey's heart. He widened his eyes, clenched his teeth, tensed his muscles, and swung the weapon in his hand more fiercely. The gentle voice was like an invisible force, pushing him forward bravely, and he was not afraid of the danger of death at all.

"Charge, open up a gap, and fight quickly and decisively..."

"Rush!!!"

Accompanied by the passionate roar of 'Monkey', the cavalrymen under his command were like a group of enraged lions, completely falling into a frenzy. Undoubtedly, each cavalryman had a seed of 'enchantment' buried deep in his heart, as if a mysterious voice was constantly bewitching them, just like the gentle whisper in 'Monkey's' heart.

At this moment, the cavalrymen who were charging bravely also heard the same charming and seductive voice urging them:

"There is no time...quickly...quickly kill him...kill him..."

This desperate, self-sacrificing charge did bring significant results, but it was far from enough. Although the wounds on Wu Ganming and his companions were increasing at an alarming rate and blood was splattering everywhere, it would still take a considerable amount of time to completely "defeat" them.

In fact, the main reason is that the gap in strength is too great. It is no exaggeration to say that if it were not for "Monk" being able to take advantage of the numbers and suppress "Wu Ganming's" side, they would have become "captured" long ago, or even might have been defeated or "beheaded".

After all, the real strength of Monk is still a long way from that of Wu Ganming. He only has the same strength as the eight capable generals under Wu Ganming, all of whom are in the early stages of Douling. However, Wu Ganming himself is a powerful Douling peak powerhouse! Fortunately, Wu Ganming has not yet broken through to the Dou Zun realm, otherwise, there would be no need to fight today...

It should be noted that the Dou Zun's 'Dou Qi transformation' is no joke, because the Dou Qi that can be transformed already possesses some 'divinity'. Although it is not as magical as the 'human immortal' realm of human Dou, it is still an insurmountable mountain for Dou Ling.

As time slipped away, the pressure on Monchi and his men became heavier, as if a mountain was pressing down on them. At the same time, the pain suffered by Wu Ganming and his eight generals was also accumulating. At this moment, the two sides were caught in a "final" life-and-death contest. This wrestling contest was not only about endurance and perseverance, but also about which side could hold on to the last moment. If they succeeded, they would be the winners of the "magic fight", and if they failed, they would be reduced to ashes.

In this tense and intense atmosphere, every second seemed extraordinarily long. Sweat dripped down their foreheads, soaking their armor and clothes, but no one bothered to wipe it off; their breathing became rapid and disordered, but no one dared to stop for a moment. Because they knew very well that once they relaxed their vigilance, the opponent might take advantage of them, leading to a complete defeat.

The situation before them is like a taut bowstring, and any slight disturbance could lead to a decisive change. Who will stand out in this offensive and defensive battle? Will Monchi and his knights withstand the pressure and siege to win, or will Wu Ganming and his eight generals turn the tide with their tenacious fighting spirit? It seems that the answer is about to be revealed...

"Ha ha……"

A light laugh came, this laugh was very abrupt, and a little hoarse, as if it came from all directions. The originally tense atmosphere suddenly became quiet for a moment because of this laugh.

Everyone was stunned and looked around, trying to find the source of the laughter. However, they found nothing.

At this moment, the voice with a faint smile sounded again:

"General Wu seems to be in a rather bad state after we parted ways in the imperial capital."

Although the tone of this sentence is light-hearted, the irony in it is not concealed at all.

Hearing this, General Wu's face instantly turned gloomy and ugly. There seemed to be a flicker of anger in his eyes.

The voice seemed very satisfied with the crowd's reaction and continued:

"However, since I am here, the rebels and bandits naturally cannot be so rampant... Buzz!"

As the last word fell, a powerful aura and pressure suddenly erupted, like a gust of wind sweeping past, causing everyone to change color.