Mainland Martial Arts

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Han flashed and rushed towards the high-ranking Grandmaster like a ghost. In an instant, the two engaged in combat. Spear shadows and palm winds crisscrossed the air, and each collision unleashed powerful energy waves, shaking the surrounding soldiers to the point of unsteadiness.

"Hey!" Zhuang Han shouted, his spear dancing like a dragon, piercing the High-ranking Grandmaster's vitals. The Grandmaster dodged sideways and simultaneously slapped out a palm. The powerful force forced Zhuang Han to step back, leaving several deep footprints on the ground.

At this moment, the two sixth-grade masters also attacked Zhuang Han from both sides.

"Despicable villain!" Zhuang Han cursed in his heart, but there was no panic on his face, and his eyes were still calm and sharp.

"Zhuang Han, you can't escape!" A sixth-grade master sneered, the sword in his hand flashing with a cold light.

The corner of Zhuang Han's mouth twitched slightly, and he said coldly: "Come on if you have the guts!"

While engaging in a fierce battle with the high-ranking Grandmaster, he kept a close eye on the movements of the two sixth-rank Grandmasters. Suddenly, a sixth-rank Grandmaster caught Zhuang Han off guard and lunged with a sword. Startled, Zhuang Han quickly dodged, but the sword still sliced ​​his shoulder, and blood immediately oozed out.

"Damn it!" Zhuang Han gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

"Haha, Zhuang Han, you're nothing special!" The high-level master laughed even more proudly upon seeing this.

Zhuang Han's eyes became sharper, and he secretly swore in his heart that he would make these enemies pay the price.

"Prepare to die!" Zhuang Han roared, and the Qi on his spear surged out, piercing the high-level master like a bolt of lightning. The high-level master's face changed, and he hurriedly exerted all his strength to resist.

With a loud bang, the two men took a few steps back. Zhuang Han panted heavily, thinking to himself, "This enemy is truly formidable. We can't let this drag on any longer."

During the fierce battle, Zhuang Han's face was covered with sweat and his body had more and more wounds, but he never retreated. He was able to narrowly avoid vital points every time, which made the enemy sigh at his strength.

"Zhuang Han, you are really tenacious!" said the high-level master gritting his teeth.

Zhuang Han smiled slightly and said, "This general's life is not so easy to take."

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly chaotic. Zhuang Han's soldiers were fighting hard, but they were clearly at a disadvantage. Zhuang Han was extremely anxious, but he knew that he had to deal with the enemy in front of him first.

"Ah!" Zhuang Han roared again and charged forward, his spear wielding an unstoppable momentum. The high-ranking Grandmaster, unwilling to be outdone, engaged Zhuang Han in an even more intense confrontation.

"Hmph, Zhuang Han, do you think you can win?" said the high-level master viciously.

"We won't know whether we can win until we try!" Zhuang Han looked determined and did not back down.

The battle continued, and Zhuang Han had more and more wounds on his body, but he still fought tenaciously, and every movement was full of strength and determination.

"General Zhuang, hold on!" The remaining soldiers not far away shouted loudly.

Zhuang Han nodded slightly, gave them a firm look, and then continued to fight.

Meanwhile, Mu Yu seemed to be struggling. He knew that he was relatively weak among the twelve generals, but he was not willing to back down easily. He knew that he was relatively weak among the others, but the unyielding fighting spirit within him burned like a raging fire.

"Hmph, Mu Yu, today is the day you die!" The high-level grandmaster of the enemy army opposite had a ferocious look on his face, and his distorted face looked like a devil crawling out of hell. There were two sixth-grade grandmasters beside him, staring at him like hungry wolves.

Mu Yu gripped his sword tightly, his eyes firm and resolute, each eyelash etched with stubbornness. "It won't be easy to kill me!" He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as if drawing strength from heaven and earth. As he exerted his strength, his aura gradually grew, his clothes rustling like a blazing battle flag.

As the battle erupted, Mu Yu flashed like a ghost, charging at the enemy's high-ranking Grandmaster. His steps were firm and powerful, each step sending a tiny cloud of dust flying. The zhenqi within him surged like a torrent, its powerful aura making the air around him tremble. With a roar like thunder, he unleashed his ultimate skill with all his might. For a moment, sword energy crisscrossed like dancing silver snakes, radiating light and illuminating his resolute face.

The enemy's high-ranking Grandmaster wasn't to be outdone, a sinister glint in his eyes. He, too, unleashed a powerful aura, his arms waving, stirring up gusts of wind. He and Mu Yu clashed fiercely. "Bang, bang, bang!" Each exchange sent the surrounding air buzzing, as if space itself were being torn apart. Their figures loomed in this raging energy, like lone boats struggling in a storm.

Mu Yu was secretly shocked. This enemy high-ranking Grandmaster was indeed formidable. Every collision sent a tingling sensation through his arms, yet he refused to flinch. He gritted his teeth and unleashed all his Qi without reservation. Veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat streamed down his face like raindrops, yet he paid no heed.

"Ah!" He roared, his sword thrusts becoming increasingly fierce, each strike carrying a killing resolve. The sword shadows intertwined in the air, forming an impenetrable net that enveloped the enemy's high-ranking Grandmaster.

However, just as he was locked in a fierce battle with the enemy's high-ranking Grandmaster, the two sixth-rank Grandmasters, seizing the opportunity, quietly circled behind him. One of the sixth-rank Grandmasters laughed sinisterly, a laugh that seemed to emanate from the depths of hell, chilling one's spines. His claw-like hand lashed out, bringing with it a wave of evil.

Mu Yu's heart tightened, a chill running down his spine. He quickly dodged to the side, but was still struck by the palm wind, stumbling. "Damn it!" he cursed inwardly, but at this moment, he had no time to care and could only continue fighting with the high-level master.

Elsewhere, Yan Ming was locked in a fierce battle with a high-ranking Grandmaster and two sixth-rank Grandmasters. His physique was nimble, as agile as a cheetah, and his moves flowed like flowing water, making him appear at ease in the battle. Every punch and kick carried a tremendous force, as if it could split mountains and shatter rock.

"Hmph, you think you can stop me?" Yan Ming raised his lips slightly, a hint of disdain in his eyes. As he engaged the enemy, he keenly observed their weaknesses, his eyes as sharp as a falcon's.

But at this moment, he caught a glimpse of Mu Yu's situation and his heart sank.

"Damn it, Mu Yu is in danger!" Yan Ming was anxious, but at this moment he himself was also entangled by the enemy and could not get away to help.

The enemy seemed to have noticed Yan Ming's distraction, and the high-level master suddenly increased his strength and attacked Yan Ming fiercely.