Wang Xiaole dealt with the soldiers who turned around, and was about to go support Bai, only to witness Bai being driven back by Nan Yi Zheng.

As a result, the intensity of his efforts in this battle underwent a fundamental change.

This time, Wang Xiaole fought much harder than before.

Those who own cats can best understand such a mentality:

Once someone goes against your beloved cat, there's no doubt that you should go all out against that person!

Before Nan Yi Zheng could continue targeting Bai, Wang Xiaole made a full-on move;

The sword swooped in, making Nan Yi Zheng sense the danger and prompt him to step back in time, but it was precisely at this moment that the sword came closer and closer.

Fighting against a single sword with fists as tough as steel, Nan Yi Zheng wouldn't find it difficult, or so he thought... but the opponent he was facing now was no pushover;

Specifically, the trajectory of the sword swung by Wang Xiaole was extremely unpredictable.

The path the sword advanced on was meandering, and the potential cutting range that could cause harm was even more intricate, bending and twisting in ways more agile than a whip.

When Nan Yi Zheng was in an offensive and defensive posture, he maintained a calm mindset;

As the sharp sword slashed towards him, he raised his right arm vertically for protection;

If the sword were to fall on his right arm, it wouldn't yield very noticeable results, at most leaving a slightly visible white mark on the surface.

This is what Nan Yi Zheng thought, but unfortunately, an unexpected event occurred.

The blade spun outward, veering away from the front of his arm, and at a crafty angle, thrusting towards the wrist of Nan Yi Zheng where the meridians ran through.

Indeed, the vast majority of Nan Yi Zheng's arm was not to be underestimated in terms of hardness;

However, if one were to insist, there was indeed only one weak spot to be found, and that was the position of the hands' meridians.

This weakness was meant to be "relatively weak."

The remaining parts of Nan Yi Zheng's arms, even for warriors of the same level, would be difficult to cut with a sharp weapon;

But the meridian location was different;

As long as a person aimed at this area, not weaker in strength than him and not using a limited offensive force like a kitchen knife, one strike would ensure blood gushing out of him.

When Nan Yi Zheng was dealing with Bai earlier, he could confidently expose this weakness because he knew:

That little girl who wasn't skilled in strength would never be able to penetrate his defenses.

But this time was different; Nan Yi Zheng felt a bit of trouble from the opponent in front of him, realizing that this was no opponent lacking in strength.

This opponent possessed the power to make him bleed profusely, and if the next strike targeted the right place, Nan Yi Zheng would at least have one arm broken.

No matter how much wealth he had, he only had two arms, and with Wang Xiaole suddenly aiming to disable one of his arms, Nan Yi Zheng naturally could not stay idle.

It was precisely at this moment of adaptation that he displayed a different fighting quality from a lord, not just defending, but rather trying to take control of the situation in the battle once again.

The key to turning the tide lay in the other hand Nan Yi Zheng put into action.

He raised his left arm, using the elbow strengthened by holy power to forcefully strike towards the sword!

Nan Yi Zheng's plan was well thought-out; preparing to slow down the sword's cut with his left arm;

During this time, his right hand would change direction, forming a fist and swiftly launching a fierce blow towards Wang Xiaole's face.

In case halfway through this, Wang Xiaole pulled back his sword, switching the roles of his hands. He now blocked the sword with his right hand and pinned the opponent's head with his left hand.

Thinking of a plan was not difficult at all, what truly made it difficult was the sudden inspiration at a critical moment.

Compared to the "sudden inspiration," even more difficult was a meticulously detailed plan with virtually no loopholes.

Those who could achieve this last point were as rare as a species on the entire continent, and Nanyi was one of them.

Then, it dawned on Nanyi in the next moment:

That rare species was standing right in front of him!

Sensing the fierce counterattack from his opponent, Wang Xiaole did not retract his sword, nor did he continue his previous actions. Instead, he made an unexpected move.

He temporarily abandoned the sword and tossed it towards the top of his head, switching the scene to a "hand-to-hand combat" mode.

Even with Nanyi's cunning, he failed to anticipate this behavior from his opponent and stood stunned in place for a split second.

It was in this brief moment that Wang Xiaole clenched his fists and, with a thunderous roar, struck forward.

In that critical moment, Nanyi regained consciousness and immediately abandoned all his preconceived plans, reluctantly engaging in hand-to-hand combat with Wang Xiaole.

Boom, boom!

Two explosive thuds rang out, and to Nanyi's surprise, he realized that in the recent round of hand-to-hand combat, his opponent was not at all inferior.

In a hand-to-hand combat situation, Wang Xiaole's advantage was undoubtedly his versatile tactics that surpassed those of his opponent.

After the fists were thrown, Wang Xiaole swiftly transitioned from fists to palms, swiftly controlling the displacement of his palms to avoid the opponent's fists, and aimed for a strong blow to the body.

Pa!

The sound of the double blow merged into one as Nanyi's torso took a hit, causing him to stagger back a few steps, almost disrupting the balance of offense and defense.

The merged palm strike caused some damage to Nanyi, prompting him to cough a few times a few seconds later, with a trace of hardly noticeable crimson in the spittle that fell to the ground.

While he had sustained minor injuries thus far, he was still not in a decisive disadvantage.

If Wang Xiaole wanted to amplify his advantage, he needed to do something else, and the time was now!

As the previously tossed sword came down, Wang Xiaole, relying on his swordsmanship experience, effortlessly grabbed the weapon without relying on his eyes.

With the sword in hand and Nanyi unable to immediately launch a counterattack, the sword came down.

With a single stroke, a flash of red light and a splash of blood erupted, all from Nanyi.

If it were an ordinary strong individual facing this strike, even with nine lives, they would likely die tenfold.

Nanyi was no ordinary strong individual, so he survived.

He dodged at the critical moment, allowing the sword edge to graze his body rather than penetrating his flesh.

Clutching his wound, feeling the fresh blood seeping through his fingers, Nanyi knew he was hurt.

This marked the end of his martial arts training as a youth, and his first injury since becoming an adult, long and bloodied.

By this point, Wang Xiaole had gained a certain advantage, and it was at that moment that more and more soldiers surrounded them. Wang Xiaole was contemplating his next move when, from outside the encirclement, the sound of horse hooves could be heard. Following that, Wang Xiaole saw the back of the encirclement suddenly in chaos; many soldiers were struck by the swinging black shadow and sent flying in all directions.

As the black shadow tore through obstacles along its path and got closer, Wang Xiaole finally saw clearly that the shadow was a whip. It was the weapon used by Charley, and although theoretically not as sharp as a sword, in her hands, it whipped out like a python emerging from its den, taking down targets with each strike. Charley's ability to maintain such fast speed was thanks to the person she had with her; a seemingly ordinary cart driver, wielding a whip and driving a cart, blending in like any other commoner. In reality, he was indeed just an ordinary cart driver.

Commoners like him appearing in such a terrifying place were all because of Charley. Today was supposed to be like any other day for him, driving his horses through the lively streets, looking for passengers in need of a ride. But the early riser did not realize that it was the day when Lord led the expedition to the South Yiling; at least for the morning, his business was ruined as the pedestrians on the streets had been cleared out.

The dejected cart driver was about to head back home to sleep, but he was approached by Charley, who demanded his cart and offered an exorbitant price that he couldn't refuse: "Safely escort me and the person I bring with me out of the city, and after the task is completed, you can continue to live." Continue to live? This bargaining method was indeed fresh and seemingly made no sense at first glance. The cart driver thought to himself, I am living just fine now, no illness, no disaster, and certainly no impending danger. The cart driver was right in thinking so, but a second later, he wouldn't be able to think the same way.

In front of the cart driver, the whip that could easily end his life was held by the young woman, leaving him no room to refuse. The only choice in front of the cart driver was to go along this risky journey if he wanted to stay alive and avoid death. The cart driver's despairing attitude led to the unfolding of the scene.

Charley stood inside the carriage but extended her upper body outside, controlling the whip to forcefully drive forward. The poor cart driver urged on the even more unfortunate horse, forcing it to run for dear life or face the consequences.

Just as Wang Xiaole and Bai were about to be completely surrounded, Charley arrived just in time. She wasn't there to save Bai but solely to further improve her relationship with Wang Xiaole, leaving him with a "reliable" impression.

Charley was truly clever; she knew that the only thing she could do when Wang Xiaole made up his mind was to find a way for them to escape. Escaping required mobility, and in this aspect, Charley understood that two legs couldn't outrun four, so she brought the horse carriage. The carriage generally carried two to three passengers.

Even though Charley was extremely reluctant to take Blake along, she couldn't refuse at this moment, considering that there were eyes watching her reaction. Reluctantly accepting the reality of "bringing one means bringing another," Charley and Blake boarded the carriage, embarking on the final stage of their breakout mission.