Chapter 146 The Night Raid

Feng Ruohang waved his hand slightly, and the twenty Iron Guards restrained their murderous aura, following him like ghosts into the mountainous region.

Before long, Feng Ruohang saw lights in the distance, but the others hadn't noticed the danger approaching.

Feng Ruohang could even hear voices: "Boss, aren't we just dealing with a Li Po? Why don't we just storm Liangjie Tang and kill him? Why hide out in this place?"

Someone replied, "It's not the right time yet. Liangjie Tang isn't in chaos. We'll make our move when Liangjie Tang is in disarray!"

Just as the man was about to speak, Feng Ruohang appeared at the edge of the camp: "You won't live to see that day."

"Who's there?"

Feng Ruohang's words were like a thunderclap in the Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren camp, startling everyone.

Feng Ruohang coldly surveyed his opponents: "I really don't understand. How can a bunch of people dumber than pigs plot against our Liangjie Tang?"

"Liangjie Tang?" The leader's expression changed drastically. "Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!"

With a slight wave of Feng Ruohang's hand, the twenty Iron Guards, long sabers drawn, appeared around the camp, their blades reflecting the lamplight in cold, gleaming streaks. As the light fell on the panicked faces, the leader of the Jie Ming Ren reacted: "They're outnumbered, break out!"

At his command, nearly a hundred men charged out of the camp. The twenty Iron Guards met them head-on, and in their first clash, more than a dozen men fell dead.

Feng Ruohang stood at the edge of the camp with his hands behind his back, watching the desperate battle, his gaze shifting to the tent in the center of the camp.

Feng Ruohang didn't believe that the civil official faction would send such weaklings to deal with Liangjie Tang. These Jie Ming Ren must be hiding experts who could pose a threat to him and Ye Yang.

Otherwise, how could this group of people, who couldn't even withstand three moves from the three of us, challenge Liangjie Tang?

His warlock's intuition told Feng Ruohang that a master lurked within that tent!

In a short time, the Iron Guards' blades were closing in on the tent. At that moment, Feng Ruohang moved. The Asura Swift Sword transformed into streaks of light as it shot towards the tent, and just as the sword's edge was about to strike, an internal force tore the canvas tent apart from the inside out.

A Taiping Saber, stirring up a whirlwind, roared out of the tent, heading straight for Feng Ruohang's head.

Feng Ruohang's swift swords rose to meet it, his dual blades alternating in a series of collisions with the Taiping Saber. Sparks flew in the air as Feng Ruohang was forced to retreat.

In the distance, Old Liu swayed his fan and muttered to himself, "Wearing heavy armor, using brute force to break the swift swords. It seems they know something about the fighting styles of the three great hall masters!"

"And there should be another one lurking in the shadows, specializing in sneak attacks, to deal with the young master!"

No sooner had Old Liu spoken than a figure appeared silently beside Feng Ruohang, a short blade in hand, aimed at Feng Ruohang's vitals.

Seeing that Feng Ruohang had come alone, the enemy had abandoned their original three-on-three plan, intending to use two people to attack Feng Ruohang, eliminating him as quickly as possible.

Just as the cold gleam of the short blade was about to touch Feng Ruohang's clothes, a bone chopper flashed out from below, forcing the attacker back several meters.

Wang the Butcher, holding his bone chopper, looked coldly at the Jie Ming Ren wielding the Taiping Saber. The latter exclaimed in shock, "Wang Family Grandmaster? This is a matter between us Jie Ming Ren, you'd better not interfere. How much did Li Po pay you? I can double it."

Wang the Butcher sneered, "Wang the Butcher never charges money for slaughtering pigs. I only slaughter them out of affection. Today, you're the pig!"

Before the man could speak, Wang the Butcher brought his bone chopper down on him.

The Taiping Saber emphasized wide, sweeping attacks, and Wang the Butcher's bone chopper was equally heavy and fierce. The two weapons collided, and for a time, neither side gained the upper hand.

Feng Ruohang's swift swords and his opponent's short blade transformed into two streaks of intersecting light, clashing madly within a range of less than two meters.

The clash of blades should have produced a shower of sparks, but the sparks from the weapons didn't even have time to bloom in their brief moment of brilliance before being extinguished by the next surge of energy.

Both were betting on a lapse of less than a second on the other's part. The slightest carelessness would result in bloodshed.

At this moment, Old Liu was still calmly waving his fan: "How foolish! To compare speed with Hall Master Feng. Doesn't he know that the Asura Swift Sword's method of circulating energy is unique? Other people's swords become slower the more they're used, but the Asura Swift Sword becomes faster and faster. If this drags on, he's the one who'll die!"

In just a short moment, the fighting had reached a fever pitch.

The Jie Ming Ren had suffered more than half their casualties, and the remaining men were all elites among elites, locked in a fierce battle with the Iron Guards, neither side able to advance.

At this point, it all depended on which side could bring in their top combat power first.

As soon as a top expert entered the fray, the situation would be reversed.