novelraw Chapter 388 - 380: The Final Victory
Chapter 388 - 380: The Final Victory
Cheng Xiaoxiao snorted coldly, bending to dodge as the opponent’s blade thrust toward her. Seeing hidden weapons speeding towards her, she quickly pulled the reins to turn aside, sliding to the other side of the horse. Instantly, she kicked the horse’s belly to burst forward a few steps, swiftly swinging her long whip with the force of a thunder strike.
The Grassland Warrior pulled his reins tightly, causing his horse to rear up with a loud neigh, dodging Cheng Xiaoxiao’s thunderous strike. However, he couldn’t avoid the tip of her sword which suddenly wounded his arm.
Cheng Xiaoxiao smiled with an aunt-like confidence, as if victory was assured. The opponent, seeing the malicious smile on her face, was infuriated.
He thought that their strengths were not far apart and relied on his endurance and perseverance to defeat the young girl. Unexpectedly, he was the first to get injured.
"Gisi!"
What’s that?
Chicken shit...!
"I’m saying ’Baka Yarou!’" Truly disgusting.
I’m going to beat you to death.
Before long, the Grassland Warrior began to fall behind.
His stamina was depleting rapidly, and although he noticed something was wrong with his body, he didn’t realize it was a trick played on him by Cheng Xiaoxiao. He continued to fight with all his might.
Unbeknownst to him, the harder he fought, the faster his strength drained away.
Soon, he made a misjudgment which Cheng Xiaoxiao seized upon, wrapping her whip around his neck and pulling him off the horse.
With a thud, dust flew into the air.
Cheng Xiaoxiao spurred her horse forward, letting out a soft command, "Hyah!"
The horse bolted, dragging the opponent behind and leaving a long trail on the ground, making it impossible for him to get back on his mount.
With one hand guarding his neck and the other wielding a curved saber trying to cut the whip, the opponent suddenly felt a dagger thrown by Cheng Xiaoxiao lodged into his hand. The curved saber fell to the ground, and the Grassland Warrior screamed in pain.
Seeing that he was without a horse and weapon, he became a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Cheng Xiaoxiao gave a cruel smile, turning to drag him into her own camp. The soldiers saw their heroine dragging a living Grassland person into sight, and their inner hatred flared up, drawing their weapons with bloodshot eyes, ready for battle.
The Grassland Warrior, relying only on his physical skills, was no match for the soldiers filled with rage. He was quickly torn apart and died a gruesome death, unable to rest in peace.
The ruthlessness of the Tianqi people and the ferocity of the young girl made the Grassland Leader start to dread.
Seeing her charging directly at him, he yelled loudly, "Stop her, stop her!"
Hmph!
Let’s see who can save you now!
Cheng Xiaoxiao’s combat prowess and achievements gave the soldiers hope for victory and ignited their innate fighting spirit and survival instincts, vowing to carve out a path of blood.
Wave after wave of people broke through from front to back, while countless streams of blood gushed out.
Some roared, some wailed!
Panicked horses neighed, and people’s heads rolled on the ground, lifeless bodies fell, with blood seeping out like fruit pulp, staining the snowy ground in the dusk.
Though there were heavy casualties, they quickly regrouped to launch yet another wave of attacks, fearless.
The dueling on the field lacked unnecessary flourishes, with the primary actions being simple slashing and stabbing, yet once engaged in combat, the disparity between enemy and ally was evident.
Their strength could not compare to the Grassland Soldiers at all, holding only a slight advantage in speed.
This was the most direct feeling of a new soldier trained for just three months.
A Grassland Soldier wielding a curved saber charged over and with a swift action sliced the sword from the new soldier’s hand, roaring loudly while bringing the saber down towards his head.
In that instant, the new soldier closed his eyes, feeling no regret, for a man dying on the battlefield dies with honor, what does it matter!
With a clang, a sound was heard.
The new soldier was startled and opened his eyes. A long sword had appeared above, hitting the blade of the curved saber coming down on his head, piercing through it and causing both to fall to the ground, leaving a deep gash, before embedding itself in the earth.
Looking up, he saw it was the heroine who had saved him.
Under his worshipful gaze, the heroine didn’t spare him a glance, riding on without pause.
Despite this, he felt a surge of heroic passion, picking up his weapon and rejoining the slaughter.
How could a good man be less competent than a woman; he must strive to become stronger and carve out a new world.
With the Grassland Warriors’ protection gone, the rest of the cavalry was swiftly dispatched by Cheng Xiaoxiao within a few rounds.
She unleashed her inner strength, striking with a palm to knock the Grassland Leader from his horse. Immediately, she kicked off the ground, leapt into the air, and landed steadily, placing a foot on the Grassland Leader’s chest and abdomen.
"Spare me, heroine, what do you... want..."
The cold sword at his throat left the Grassland Leader terrified and speechless.
Responding in broken Tianqi, he stammered.
But Cheng Xiaoxiao, with little patience and driven by task urgency, had no interest in listening to his drivel. The universal truth of villains dying from talking too much applied to any situation.
Applying more pressure, the crisp sound of ribs cracking was heard, making the opponent scream in pain, forgetting what he wanted to say.
Then, a sword was thrust at the hollow of the Grassland Leader’s throat, blood spraying out...!
"You dare..."
Clutching his neck as blood flowed through his fingers, the Grassland Leader took a few breaths before perishing, unable to comprehend why he lost this battle despite being so well-prepared, despite his invincible Grassland cavalry, despite these people being as inconsequential as ants ready for slaughter.
Why was he the one defeated, why was he the one killed, how could he accept the humiliation of losing all that he painstakingly schemed for, the title he became a leader for, how could he just die... die!
"There’s nothing your grandma wouldn’t dare, next time don’t be reincarnated as a person, being a beast suits you better."
Cheng Xiaoxiao sneered coldly, turning to continue reaping heads, and shouted loudly, "Your leader is dead, lay down your weapons and surrender, we will spare your lives."
System: Host, did you forget something? Should I remind you?
When Cheng Xiaoxiao shouted for the third time, the system couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Host, you’re shouting in Tianqi language, can those Grassland Soldiers understand you?"
Cheng Xiaoxiao was stunned.
Damn!
In a moment of excitement, she forgot about this.
Could time possibly rewind...
She wished to return to five minutes ago.
She was too embarrassed to look at Vice General Lin and the others, they must think she was a complete imbecile.
"Qiqi, that was uncalled for, why didn’t you say so earlier."
"I saw our host having so much fun."
"Wasn’t I just learning... nevermind." She better honestly fight the enemy!
Pretending to act cool when one’s style isn’t up to par only brings humiliation!
The Grassland Soldiers didn’t understand Cheng Xiaoxiao’s words, but they guessed the general idea, and when they went looking for their leader, he was nowhere to be found.
Those sharp-eyed ones, seeing the leader’s corpse, panicked and shouted something, completely losing their battle intent, and finally, the Grassland Soldiers chose to flee in disarray.
Uh, Cheng Xiaoxiao wasn’t idle either; she killed as many as she could.
If not in a hurry to save people, she could have pursued them onto the grasslands and eliminated them all.
The system sighed: Tsk tsk! Its host was becoming increasingly bloodthirsty and violent.
As the barbaric Grassland people fled helter-skelter, everyone let out a sigh of relief, and the ultimate victory belonged to the brave and fearless amongst them.