Chapter 190: Military Strategist

Chapter 190: The School of Military Strategists

As Li Huowang drew his sword, a dense killing intent filled the entire Hall of Righteousness, making everyone present feel as though they stood at the center of a bloody battlefield.

The sound of drawing blades rang out continuously; bandits wielding various weapons from all directions struggled to charge forward against the killing intent.

However, some of the bandits could not hold out; the fear in their eyes grew deeper and deeper.

When the sword was sheathed again, the surroundings quickly calmed down.

At this moment, the bandit leaders' laughter also vanished; the three men drinking and eating lifted their chins, staring motionlessly at Li Huowang.

Just when the atmosphere grew heavy to the extreme, the bald man sitting in the main seat picked up a fried peanut and stuffed it into his mouth.

A smiling broad-faced bandit immediately flashed out from the side to smooth things over.

"Esteemed Real Person, do not rush, if there is any matter, let us discuss it, meeting is fate, let us sit together and drink a cup of wine."

Li Huowang did not shy away from the scene, directly went over and sat down, picking up the meat they had eaten and began to eat.

That round-faced man who smoothed things over bent his waist, staying by Li Huowang's side, waiting cautiously like a servant.

He took out a paper fan painted with landscapes from his chest, gently fanned Li Huowang, then closed the fan, pointing to a bald man sitting dominantly at the main table of the eight-immortal table.

"This is our Eldest Leader, Great Golden Dragon."

"This is our Second Leader, Down-the-Mountain Tiger." The bandit wearing a tiger-skin robe snorted coldly.

After saying this, it ended; the last person was not introduced.

The last man at the table, with a gloomy expression, lifted a sea bowl and fiercely drank a large mouthful.

This man was very distinctive; besides looking equally fierce and demonic, a character 'Prisoner' was tattooed on the left side of his forehead.

No matter which of these three men, their bone structure was extremely large, far bigger than others by a whole circle.

Immediately, that round-faced man pointed the fan at his own nose. "I am Liu Xiang, the character craftsman of the stockade, greetings to the Real Person."

"Is that opera troupe still there? How many have died?" Li Huowang asked straight to the point.

The man beside him wearing a tiger-skin robe was about to speak angrily, but was suppressed by a single glance from Great Golden Dragon.

As he waved his hand, after a while, several disheveled people were brought out; these people were the long-unseen Lu Family Troupe.

Upon seeing Li Huowang sitting with those bandit leaders, Lu Zhuangyuan immediately knelt down, kowtowing continuously, his voice extremely miserable.

"Little Daoist Master! Little Daoist Master save us!!"

Using his tongue to scraped the meat threads from between his teeth, Li Huowang scanned the faces of the bandits one by one, then stood up and prepared to walk towards the cave exit.

Lu Zhuangyuan immediately wept with joy, hurriedly dragging his son who was beaten bloody to follow.

"Wait~ Did I say you could leave?"

As this arrogant words came out, the bandits around immediately blocked Li Huowang's path.

When Li Huowang turned his head back, he discovered the speaker was not the so-called Eldest Leader Great Golden Dragon, but that gloomy man with the 'Prisoner' character on his forehead.

He knocked on the tabletop with his thick knuckles, "Come, continue drinking, put the opera troupe matter aside first, what relation do you have with the Four Qi Right Family?"

"Four Qi Right Family?"

Seeing Li Huowang confused, that man smiled, cracked a edamame bean and took another sip of wine.

"Stop pretending, that sword of yours belongs to You Zixiong, right? Why would he give you this sword for no reason?"

Seeing that man look at the sword on his back, Li Huowang began to realize something, it seemed there were many other things on this sword.

After looking at the faces of these three men for a while, Li Huowang sensed something was not right.

Although it looked like the bandits in this stockade followed the so-called Eldest Leader, this person spoke boldly without giving the other party any face.

"Who are you? The Third Leader of this stockade?"

"Bullshit Third Leader! My fucking name is Wang Deqiu!"

That person suddenly erupted, directly striking a palm on Li Huowang's heart pit, directly knocking him flying out.

This force was extremely great, almost sending Li Huowang's entire person flying out.

The tall Gao Zhijian nearby quickly rushed up, his broad hands tightly caught Li Huowang.

Covering his painfully unbearable chest with his hand, Li Huowang immediately surged with full rage, directly drawing his sword and charging at that person.

Wang Deqiu stood there with a surprised expression, watching Li Huowang charging at him, thinking inwardly: "This person took my palm strike, yet his heart and liver are not shattered? Truly has some methods."

"Grandma's! Kill this grandson!" Great Golden Dragon kicked with his foot, directly kicking the eight-immortal table flying away, immediately pulling out a mace, charging forward to meet him.

Once this action started, the surroundings immediately became completely chaotic, all the bandits charged forward one after another.

It looked like the strength of both sides was very disparate, Li Huowang's side was destined to suffer, however when truly confronted, it was not so.

Gao Zhijian roared, forcefully swinging the staff in his hand, directly flicking three people flying.

Two bandits holding daggers were about to circle behind, a pair of hands with black nails inserted into their necks.

Several bandits standing in the distance just lifted the crossbows in their hands, Chun Xiaoman rustled open the "Record of Great Thousand", directly raising her sword and slicing off the nails of two fingers along with skin and flesh.

Accompanied by Chun Xiaoman's miserable screams, the nails flew directly up, between her and those bandits holding long crossbows, everyone was beheaded.

Li Huowang did not mind the back, his attention was entirely focused on these three men in front, these three were the core of the entire bandit lair.

"Clang!" Down-the-Mountain Tiger's huge ring blade collided heavily with the long sword in Li Huowang's hand, the huge force pushed Li Huowang back several steps.

But it ended there, accompanied by a tearing sound, the sharp blade in Li Huowang's hand easily severed Down-the-Mountain Tiger's ring blade, cutting straight towards his face.

"Second Brother!" Great Golden Dragon roared just charging up to rescue his brother, Wang Deqiu charged up one step earlier.

He held a ink-black long straight blade, carrying afterimages chopping towards Li Huowang's sword-holding hand.

"Clang~!" Accompanied by a crisp metal collision sound, a notch directly popped out on that straight blade.

Li Huowang retreated, shifting attack target.

The skills of these three men were obviously higher than Li Huowang, however their shortcoming was equally fatal, that was weapons, within a few moves all broke in Li Huowang's hands.

Regarding this, the three men began to focus on containment, not daring to clash hard with Li Huowang again.

When the pressure slightly lessened, a woman covered with a red veil came over to resolve the situation.

"Boom boom boom!! Whip strikes drum sounds, drum sounds invite immortals, invite immortals first press inner immortals, triple wolf lord triple hurdles...."

The red veil quickly bulged into three wolf heads, fiercely biting Great Golden Dragon's neck, the other party roared lifting the mace, using ruthless force to beat the wolf heads under that red veil.

The wolf heads were quickly beaten flat, but quickly condensed again, biting fiercely again, biting out Great Golden Dragon's bones, the sprayed blood dyed the red veil even redder.

Taking advantage of this gap, Li Huowang chopped off the Second Leader's head, holding the bloodied sword looking towards Wang Deqiu.

"They say the Green Forest has rules, but I find it all bullshit, rules are the sword in hand!"

Facing this desperate situation, Wang Deqiu however smiled. "There are rules, but speaking rules depends on the person, Later Shu people do not speak rules with the Right Family of Four Qi."

"What do you mean?"

"The Four Qi Right Family are the School of Military Strategists, how many Later Shu people have they killed? Do you really think we would let you pass so arrogantly?"

"Heh, since when do bandits speak of national friendship? If you really speak of this, why did you rebel in the first place?"

Facing Li Huowang's contempt, Wang Deqiu smiled without speaking.

Li Huowang looked at that smiling face, his own expression gradually growing cold as it suddenly dawned on him who the man truly was.

"Wait, you aren't bandits! You are soldiers!"

"Heh, bandits and soldiers—is there really a need to draw such a fine line? Aren't they both just tools for killing?"

(End of Chapter)