I walk sideways in the game world

Ren Xiaoyao hurried to the city gate and saw a man in black clothes surrounded by five soldiers. His face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes. In his hand, he tightly grasped a sword that shone with a cold light. Ren Xiaoyao noticed that the hilt of the sword was engraved with a strange pattern that seemed to have been seen somewhere before, but he couldn't place it.

"You bold madman, how dare you break into our main city at night? Tell me, who are you? What is your purpose?" Ren Xiaoyao asked sternly.

The black-clad swordsman ignored Ren Xiaoyao's question, but turned his gaze to the distance and remained silent.

"Are you deaf? I'm asking you a question!" The soldier on the side was furious when he saw the black-clad swordsman being so arrogant. He drew the sword at his waist and was about to step forward.

"Back off!" Ren Xiaoyao raised his hand to stop the soldier's impulsiveness. He looked the black-clad swordsman up and down, secretly guessing his identity. Judging from the fierce aura emanating from the black-clad swordsman, he was definitely no ordinary person.

"Your Excellency's late-night visit isn't simply to admire the night view of our main city, is it?" Ren Xiaoyao said calmly. "If you have anything to say, please speak directly. As long as it's within my power, I will do my best."

The black-clad swordsman trembled slightly when he heard the name "Ren Xiaoyao". He slowly turned around, staring at Ren Xiaoyao with scorching eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I came here to provide you with an important piece of information."

"Information?" Ren Xiaoyao's mind moved. "What information?"

The black-clad swordsman lowered his voice and said, "I have infiltrated the enemy camp for several days and discovered that the demons are secretly developing a weapon of immense power. Once successfully developed, it will have an immeasurable impact on this decisive battle..."

Before the black-clad swordsman could finish his words, Xia Lin, who had been standing next to Ren Xiaoyao, suddenly asked, "Who are you? Why are you telling us this?"

Xia Lin's question was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears. Ren Xiaoyao also suddenly woke up. Yes, this black-clad swordsman had an unknown origin, so why would he help them?

The black-clad swordsman seemed to have anticipated their suspicions. He slowly removed his mask, revealing a handsome face, but with a hint of indescribable ageing between his brows. He glanced around at everyone, finally settling on Ren Xiaoyao. "My name is Feng Wuhen, and I used to be..."

"Wait!" Elder Feng suddenly stepped forward and interrupted Feng Wuhen. "Commander-in-chief, this man's identity is unknown, and his words cannot be trusted! What if he is a spy sent by the enemy, deliberately spreading rumors and disrupting the morale of the army? Wouldn't we have fallen into their trap?"

Elder Feng's words drew nods of agreement from the other generals present, their eyes filled with wariness and hostility as they looked at Feng Wuhen. Ren Xiaoyao remained silent, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He knew Elder Feng's words made sense, but his intuition told him that this swordsman, Feng Wuhen, meant no harm.

"Xiaoyao, let me check it out." Xia Lin, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up. She walked over to Ren Xiaoyao and said softly, "My intelligence network spans the entire continent. Give me some time, and I can find out everything about him."

Ren Xiaoyao nodded. He knew how powerful Xia Lin's intelligence network was. Since she had spoken, there shouldn't be any problems. "Okay, then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Xia Lin. However, with the decisive battle imminent, we need to verify the authenticity of the intelligence as soon as possible."

Xia Lin smiled slightly, gave Ren Xiaoyao a reassuring look, then turned to Feng Wuhen and said, "Mr. Feng, please follow me. We need you to provide more information about the demon weapons."

Feng Wuhen looked at Ren Xiaoyao deeply, nodded, and followed Xia Lin into the conference room.

Two hours later, Xia Lin returned to the tower. She walked over to Ren Xiaoyao and whispered, "I've checked. Feng Wuhen's identity is true. He was indeed..." Xia Lin deliberately lowered her voice so that only Ren Xiaoyao could hear. "As for why he defected and why he appeared here, I haven't found out yet. However, some of the information he provided is true."

Upon hearing this, Ren Xiaoyao had already made up his mind. He walked up to Feng Wuhen and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Feng, I believe in you." He paused, then continued, "Since the demons are secretly developing terrifying weapons, we can't just sit there and wait for death. I've decided to let you participate in the planning of this decisive battle!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Feng Wuhen's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He bowed deeply to Ren Xiaoyao and said, "Thank you for your trust, Commander-in-Chief. I will do my best to help you win this war!"

Ren Xiaoyao patted Feng Wuhen's shoulder, then turned and said to the generals behind him: "Pass the order down, the entire army will enter an emergency combat readiness state and prepare for the upcoming decisive battle!"

"Yes!" The generals responded in unison, their voices were deafening and resounded through the sky.

At this moment, Lord Ma, who had been standing silently in the crowd, suddenly spoke, "Commander-in-chief, I would like to learn the skills of this Young Master Feng." His gaze fell on Feng Wuhen, and his eyes flashed with a gleam, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, making people dare not look directly at him.

A bitter cold wind howled across the city walls, stirring up a blanket of snow. As soon as Lord Ma finished speaking, an invisible pressure emanated from him, sweeping towards Feng Wuhen. Feng Wuhen remained motionless, like a sharp sword thrust into a raging storm, unmoved by the wind and rain.

"What does Lord Ma mean?" Ren Xiaoyao frowned slightly. He certainly knew that Lord Ma's strength was unfathomable, but it was a bit inappropriate for Feng Wuhen to be subjected to such a test just after joining them.

Lord Ma laughed heartily and said, "Don't worry, Commander-in-Chief. I just wanted to see if Young Master Feng's swordsmanship is as formidable as he claims, so that we can fight side by side in the upcoming decisive battle."

Ren Xiaoyao wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Feng Wuhen, "Commander-in-Chief, I appreciate Lord Ma's kindness. Since Lord Ma wants to spar with you, I will accompany you."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Wuhen appeared in the center of the martial arts arena in a flash. Seeing this, the glint in Ma Wangye's eyes grew even brighter. With a loud shout, he also jumped into the arena.

For a moment, the two figures clashed across the arena, their swords flashing and darting, unable to distinguish. Ma Wangye's swordsmanship was powerful and sweeping, each strike seeming to split mountains and crack rocks. Feng Wuhen's swordsmanship, however, was light and graceful, unpredictable, and he always managed to dodge Ma Wangye's attacks at the last moment and find an opportunity to counterattack.

The two fought back and forth for over a hundred rounds, yet a clear winner remained. Everyone present was dazzled and amazed. Even the usually composed Princess Xu was moved by the spectacular battle.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Lord Ma suddenly sheathed his sword and stood up, laughing heartily. "I've been wandering the martial arts world for decades, and this is the first time I've seen such exquisite swordsmanship. Master Feng, you've passed the test!"

Feng Wuhen also sheathed his sword and bowed to Lord Ma, "Lord Ma, thank you for your compliment. Your swordsmanship is unprecedented in my life."

After this exchange, everyone's doubts about Feng Wuhen were completely dispelled, and they looked at him with a little more admiration. Princess Xu walked over to Feng Wuhen and started chatting with him.

"Mr. Feng, your swordsmanship is so superb. I wonder who your master is?" asked Princess Xu.

Feng Wuhen smiled faintly and avoided answering, "It's just a few minor skills, not worth mentioning. Princess, you are too kind."

Seeing that he was unwilling to discuss his life story, Princess Xu stopped asking and instead talked about the upcoming decisive battle. "Young Master Feng, what do you think of this war?"

Feng Wuhen pondered for a moment and said slowly, "The demons are coming with such force this time, they are clearly well prepared. We cannot let our guard down and must be fully prepared."

"Mr. Feng is absolutely right." Princess Xu nodded in agreement. "Do you have any good suggestions?"

Feng Wuhen walked to the map, pointed to the place where the demon army was gathering, and said, "According to the intelligence I received, the demons have brought a powerful weapon this time. If we don't take precautions in advance, I'm afraid we will suffer heavy losses..."

Feng Wuhen detailed his understanding of demonic weapons and his thoughts on the decisive battle to Princess Xu, Ren Xiaoyao, and the others. His analysis was insightful and insightful, benefiting everyone present.

Just as the team was preparing to adjust their plans based on the new intelligence, a small-scale rebellion suddenly broke out within the main city. Flames shot to the sky, and the cries of killing were deafening, further heightening the already tense atmosphere. Ren Xiaoyao's heart sank, and an ominous premonition came over him...

Flames shot up from the city, illuminating half the night sky. Chaotic cries of killing erupted like thunder, shattering the solemn atmosphere in the command room. Ren Xiaoyao abruptly stood up, his brow furrowed, a fierce look in his eyes.

"What's going on? Where did the rebellion happen?" he asked in a deep voice, with unquestionable majesty in his tone.

Xia Lin, who had been calmly handling logistical matters, now seemed a little flustered. She quickly flipped through the intelligence scroll in her hand and replied in a hurried tone, "Reporting to the commander-in-chief, a rebellion has occurred near the armory in the west of the city. According to preliminary judgment, the number of people involved in the rebellion is small, but the force is fierce and it seems to be premeditated!"

"West City Armory..." Ren Xiaoyao frowned, his mind rapidly analyzing the situation. The West City Armory held a large amount of weapons and equipment they had prepared for the upcoming decisive battle. If it fell into enemy hands, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Lord Ma, you must take your men to quell the rebellion immediately and make sure to nip it in the bud!" Ren Xiaoyao made a prompt decision and gave the order.

"Yes!" Lord Ma accepted the order with a fist salute, turned around and strode out of the room, leading a team of elite soldiers and quickly rushing to the west of the city.

"Elder Feng, your information came just in time. Could this rebellion be related to the demons?" Princess Xu looked at Feng Wuhen, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

Feng Wuhen shook his head slightly and said thoughtfully, "It's too early to draw conclusions now, but we have to be on guard. I suggest strengthening the city's defenses and strictly investigating suspicious individuals to prevent the demons from sneaking into the city during the chaos."

"Okay, let's do as you say." Ren Xiaoyao nodded in agreement and turned to look at Xia Lin. "Notify everyone immediately. The entire city is under martial law. Patrols must be stepped up. No one is allowed to enter or leave without my order!"

Xia Lin took the order and left, leaving only Ren Xiaoyao, Princess Xu, and Feng Wuhen in the command room. The atmosphere grew more solemn, and the three of them realized that this sudden rebellion might just be the calm before the storm.

"Report——"

A soldier, covered in blood, stumbled into the command room, knelt on one knee, and reported in a hurried tone: "Commander-in-Chief, the rebel leader calls himself..."