Mainland Martial Arts

"Bang!" Yan Ming was caught off guard and was hit hard, sending him flying backwards. He felt a surge of energy and blood in his chest, a sweet sensation in his throat, and he nearly spit out blood.

"Haha, Yan Ming, today is your doom!" The enemy's high-level master laughed wildly, and that laughter was full of pride and arrogance.

Yan Ming gritted his teeth, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained firm.

"Killing me won't be that easy!" He endured the pain and continued to dodge the enemy's attacks. His steps became more erratic, as elusive as a phantom.

Meanwhile, Mu Yu's situation grew increasingly dire. He had been repeatedly ambushed by the enemy's sixth-rank Grandmaster, leaving him covered in wounds. The wounds were horrifying, and blood gushed out, staining his clothes red. His breath had also grown weak, like a candle in the wind.

"I can't just fall like this!" Mu Yu roared inwardly. He summoned his last bit of strength and lunged at the enemy's high-ranking master once again. His eyes burned with an unyielding fire, as if he wanted to burn the enemy to ashes.

"Puff!" He was struck by a high-level master again, spurting blood and shaking. His vision began to blur, and the world seemed to be spinning.

"Mu Yu!" Yan Ming shouted anxiously, but there was nothing he could do.

The battlefield at this moment was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the soldiers around were fighting desperately. The shouts and the clash of weapons intertwined together, like a tragic war song.

Mu Yu struggled to support his body. He looked at the enemy in front of him with a feeling of unwillingness in his heart.

"Am I really going to die here today?" He thought sadly. But his eyes still gleamed with a stubborn light. Even if it meant death, he would fight to the last moment.

Lin Feng tightly gripped his gleaming, cold Star Blade, each movement a strain of effort. His body was covered in a crisscross of wounds, blood gushing out, staining his battle robe a startling dark red. Yet, his eyes still burned with unyielding fighting spirit. Dragging his severely wounded body, seemingly on the verge of collapse, he walked resolutely towards the remaining High-ranking Grandmaster.

"Today, I will fight you to the death!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words. Although his voice was a little weak, it was full of determination.

Not far away, Zhuang Han was in a similarly difficult situation. His face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and blood still clung to the corners of his mouth. But his grip on the spear was as tight as steel, trembling slightly yet unwaveringly resolute. He faced a high-ranking Grandmaster and two sixth-rank Grandmasters, and every clash took a toll on his body.

"Come on, you bastards!" Zhuang Han roared, his spear dancing like a dragon, bringing up gusts of sharp wind.

Yan Ming, on the other hand, was like a god of war descending upon the earth. Though wounded, his aura was still so powerful that it was unbearable to look directly at him. The enemy he faced was equally formidable. A high-ranking Grandmaster and two sixth-rank Grandmasters held him tightly, leaving him no time to spare to rescue Mu Yu.

Mu Yu was now in a desperate situation. His body was shaky, as if he would collapse at any moment, but his eyes remained fixed firmly on his enemy. The longsword in his hand flickered with a faint light as he swung it, a last glimmer of his stubborn determination.

"I won't fall!" Mu Yu roared in his heart, using his last bit of strength to resist the enemy's attack.

"Go to hell!" A sixth-rank master had a ferocious look on his face. He seized the opportunity and attacked Mu Yu's vital points.

"Puff!" Mu Yu felt a sharp pain and fell backwards involuntarily. The enemy's high-ranking master pounced on him like a wolf, and the sharp blade mercilessly cut his neck.

"Mu Yu!" "General Mu!" Lin Feng, Zhuang Han, Yan Ming, the captains still fighting, and the remaining soldiers nearby all cried out in grief. Their faces were filled with sorrow and anger, a lament for their fallen comrades.

Mu Yu's vision began to blur, and he felt his vitality rapidly fading away. At this moment, his heart was surprisingly calm.

He thought of the countless times he had charged into battle, each time escaping danger. But this time, his life had finally come to an end. A trace of sadness crept into his heart, not for his own impending death, but for the land and people he could no longer protect.

He recalled the promises he had made to his family before each battle, promises that he could no longer fulfill, and guilt washed over him like a tide. But then he was relieved because he knew his sacrifice was worthwhile and for a greater goal.

"Perhaps this is my fate," he muttered silently to himself. He looked at the ferocious enemy before him, feeling no fear at all, only contempt for their atrocities. He thought that even if he fell, countless others would continue to fight for justice.

The pain in his body seemed to fade away, his thoughts drifting far away, as if he saw a scene of peace, where the people lived and worked in peace, and the country prospered. "If only I could, I would really hope to see that day." His consciousness gradually faded, and the last thing that flashed through his mind was the image of his comrades. "Brothers, forgive me for not being able to fight alongside you anymore... But I believe you will win..." Then, he slowly closed his eyes, the longsword in his hand quietly slipped away, and his soul seemed to fly to the distant horizon, pursuing the peace and tranquility he had always longed for.

Lin Feng was filled with grief and anger. He was accidentally hit again by the enemy's high-level master. His body suddenly flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. He struggled to get up, but found that his body was heavy and seemed to be unable to move.

"Damn it!" Lin Feng's eyes were full of unwillingness.

"Lin Feng!" Xu Tian shouted anxiously from behind. His strength was too weak and he could only watch Lin Feng fight, his heart filled with worry and helplessness.

"Lin Feng, you must hold on!" Xu Tian's voice was tearful, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails dug deep into his palms.

Zhuang Han gradually lost his strength under the enemy's siege and was knocked to the ground. His face showed a pained expression, but his eyes still shone with an unyielding light.

At this moment, only Yan Ming was still struggling to hold on. His figure was like a ghost, moving between the enemy's attacks, sometimes dodging, sometimes counterattacking.

"You ants, today is your doom!" Yan Ming's voice was as cold as ice, and there was only endless anger and murderous intent in his heart.

The captains were also caught in a bitter battle, desperately wielding their weapons, but helpless against the enemy's overwhelming strength. New wounds continued to fall on their bodies, and four of them were unfortunately killed, falling on the blood-stained ground.

The battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the sounds of shouting and killing and weapons clashing were intertwined together, like a tragic war song.