Mainland Martial Arts

"We can't lose!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth and tried hard to stand up again. He held the Star Knife tightly, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Zhuang Han also struggled to get up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became firm again.

"Kill!" Zhuang Han roared and threw himself into the battle again.

"Charge!" Lin Feng roared, holding the sword in his hand, and rushed towards the enemy again with Zhuang Han.

Their steps were staggering, but their eyes were full of determination and indomitable spirit.

The enemy surged forward like a tide. Lin Feng and Zhuang Han brandished their weapons and engaged in a desperate fight with the enemy. Every swing of their swords, every stabbing, exhausted all their strength.

"Go to hell!" Lin Feng roared and pierced an enemy's chest with a sword.

Zhuang Han was not to be outdone. The spear in his hand was as cunning as a poisonous snake, constantly causing damage to the enemy.

Just as they rushed out two steps, suddenly, a sharp sword energy whistled from behind the enemy. The sword energy was like a flash of lightning, emitting an extremely strong aura, and instantly passed through the enemy's waist.

"What?" Lin Feng widened his eyes in shock.

Zhuang Han was also stunned, and the movements of his hands stopped involuntarily.

The sword energy flew straight towards them, but when it was about to reach Lin Feng and the others, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Lin Feng and Zhuang Han stood there blankly, their hearts filled with confusion and shock.

Even the powerful Yan Ming was stunned. He frowned and stared at the direction where the sword energy disappeared.

"What's going on?" Zhuang Han muttered to himself.

Various thoughts flashed through Lin Feng's mind rapidly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Could it be the Marshal? Only the Marshal has such strength!"

Zhuang Han suddenly understood. "Yes, it must be the Marshal! They must have known our situation, so they launched this sword energy from the city!"

Yan Ming nodded, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. "The Marshal and his men are truly amazing!"

Just as they were stunned, the enemies who were swept by the sword energy suddenly fell down inexplicably, as if they were cut in half, and fell to the ground neatly.

Only four or five fifth- and sixth-rank masters were still alive. They looked around in horror, their faces filled with despair and fear.

"Haha, the Marshal has taken action!" Lin Feng laughed loudly, his heart filled with joy and pride.

Zhuang Han also excitedly gripped his spear. "We must continue to fight and not let the Marshal down!"

Yan Ming nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Okay, let's kill him!"

Lin Feng, Zhuang Han, and Yan Ming rushed towards the surviving Grandmasters again. Their figures moved among the enemy groups like ghosts, their weapons flashing with cold light.

"Prepare to die!" Lin Feng roared and stabbed a master with a sword.

The master's eyes widened in horror and he quickly raised the weapon in his hand to resist.

With a "clang" sound, Lin Feng's sword collided with the grandmaster's weapon, splashing a string of sparks.

Zhuang Han took the opportunity to stab the grandmaster in the back. The grandmaster was unable to dodge and was pierced through the body by Zhuang Han's gun.

"Haha, go to hell!" Zhuang Han laughed.

Yan Ming used his ghostly movements to shuttle between the two masters, making it impossible for them to defend themselves.

"Damn it!" A master roared, trying to hit Yan Ming, but always missed.

The battlefield was covered in dust and the cries of killing shook the heavens. Lin Feng and his two companions fought more and more bravely, gradually forcing those masters into a desperate situation.

"No! Please spare me!" a master begged in horror.

"Hmph, it's too late to beg for mercy now!" Lin Feng said coldly and ended his life with a sword.

In the end, only one sixth-rank master was still struggling to hold on, but he was already at the end of his strength.

"You...you don't come over here..." said the master tremblingly.

Lin Feng sneered and slowly walked towards him with his sword in hand. "You can't escape!"

Zhuang Han and Yan Ming also followed closely behind Lin Feng, their eyes full of murderous intent.

The master closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.

"Puff!" Lin Feng pierced the master's chest with a sword, ending his life.

Lin Feng, Zhuang Han and Yan Ming stood among the corpses on the ground, their faces full of fatigue.

"Damn it! Why isn't this battle over yet?" Lin Feng gritted his teeth and stared fiercely ahead. His eyes revealed a hint of fatigue, but more of determination and unyielding spirit.

Zhuang Han took a deep breath, looked at the enemies still glaring at him from the city wall, and said in a deep voice, "We have dealt with the enemies on our side, but there are still many enemies on the city wall and in the distance."

Yan Ming frowned and looked down at his injuries, which were relatively minor. "Lin Feng, Zhuang Han, we have to find a solution, or we'll all die here."

Not far away, the remaining captains were also seriously injured. Some leaned against the wall, while others lay on the ground, their faces filled with pain and despair. The remaining soldiers, numbering only a few dozen, tightly surrounded Lin Feng and the others, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Lin Feng's gaze fell on the large army in the distance, and he felt helpless. "If we want to capture this city, we can only hope to wait for the large army outside to come in. But now we can't get out, and they can't get in either."

Zhuang Han turned to look at the city gate, where a raging fire was burning, blocking all access. "It's all because of this damn fire that we're trapped here."

At this moment, their eyes fell on Mu Yu's body on the ground, and sadness instantly surged in their hearts. Lin Feng and others slowly squatted around Mu Yu's body, and everyone's face was filled with sadness.

"Mu Yu..." Lin Feng murmured softly, tears welling up in his eyes.

Zhuang Han clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, "He shouldn't have died like this."

Yan Ming took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He said in a deep voice, "Now is not the time to be sad. We must find a way to get the main force in."

Zhuang Han raised his head and looked at Yan Ming, "What should we do then?"

Lin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up. "I've got it. We can use attacks to clear a path. As Grandmasters, our attack power is strong enough. Although it will consume a lot of Qi, it is not impossible."

After the three of them reached a consensus, they began to regulate their breathing. They sat down cross-legged, closed their eyes, and tried to steady their breathing. While the enemy hadn't attacked again, they seized the opportunity to recover their true energy.

As time passed, Lin Feng became extremely anxious. He knew that they didn't have much time left. If they couldn't recover their true energy quickly, they would be hopeless.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes. He felt that his Qi had recovered considerably, but it was still far from its peak. He turned to look at Zhuang Han and Yan Ming. They had also opened their eyes, a hint of determination in their eyes.