Bang!

Wang Xiaole kicked his right leg towards Yin Yangang, meeting his fist head-on.

At the moment of impact, Yin Yangang's body shuddered, his shoulders wobbling a few times, but there was no visible damage.

Immediately, Wang Xiaole retracted his right leg;

As he unloaded the force, his left leg, at the instant his right foot touched the ground, lifted up to kick forward, aiming another blow at Yin Yangang’s fist.

Simultaneously, Yin Yangang raised his left hand high, taking advantage of the moment when he was about to be shaken back but had not been shaken back yet, he extended his left arm forward and grabbed his opponent's ankle.

With his left foot caught, Wang Xiaole tilted his remaining leg backwards, causing his body to fall backward;

Just as his body was halfway to the surface of the marsh, his upper body curved along with his head and neck, abruptly leaning downward, causing his body to fold back in the opposite direction.

Next, before his head landed, Wang Xiaole's hands made contact with the marshy surface;

His clasped palms supported his falling body just before it tipped over, then swiftly pivoted sideways.

Balancing from his handstand position, Wang Xiaole controlled his other leg to kick inward during the spin.

Yin Yangang noticed this just as the attack came;

At that moment, he tapped into his heightened fighting instincts, greatly increasing his reaction speed, instinctively swinging his right arm to counter the opponent's right foot.

As the back of his fist was about to make contact with the sole of the shoe, a cold arc suddenly appeared at the corner of Wang Xiaole's reddened lips;

It was at this precise moment that the battle entered its final countdown!

The graceful figure that had just rotated in one direction suddenly exchanged the positions of the hands, lifting and intertwining the palms in a different direction, beginning to rotate in reverse.

Yin Yangang was just about to strike out with his fist when he realized that the other person's leg suddenly retracted;

Not only that, but at that exact moment, the left foot that he had grabbed also moved again.

Leveraging the speed generated during the body rotation, Wang Xiaole's left foot increased the force to break free; this made Yin Yangang's left hand unable to maintain control.

Before the ankle slipped out of his grasp, Wang Xiaole kept his leg still, allowing the left foot to tilt 180 degrees from its original position, directing the previously upward-pointing toe downward instead.

Like an arrow leaving a bowstring, Wang Xiaole momentarily stopped his rotation, lifting his left foot as high as possible;

As Yin Yangang's left palm was about to give way from the strain, Wang Xiaole's foot kicked down, applying the force to his wrist.

Yin Yangang's left hand fell from the pain and naturally loosened its grip;

Then, Wang Xiaole controlled his right leg for the second time, kicking along the previous trajectory;

The right foot did not make contact with Yin Yangang's hand, but taking advantage of the momentary delay in his reaction due to pain, Wang Xiaole maneuvered around the obstacle smoothly.

Bang!

The kick landed squarely on Yin Yangang's face, sending his sturdy body tumbling to the side;

But it wasn't over yet.

Wang Xiaole immediately launched a pursuit, using his left leg that had broken free of Yin Yangang's grip earlier to knock the airborne target sideways.

This time, Wang Xiaole was quite serious about it.

After knocking his opponent into the air, he propelled himself upwards by exerting force below, adjusting his posture after catching up mid-air.

During the momentary pause in mid-air, Wang Xiaole performed a backflip to rapidly change direction;

In the process, his legs, close together and lifted high, viciously struck the target's chin;

Then, reverting back to the normal position, he performed a mid-air two-step jump, swiftly landing above Yin Yangang.

To enhance the impact of the final blow, as he descended upon his opponent's head, Wang Xiaole spun several times with his arms to elevate his right leg, then brought his heel down on Yin Yangang's head.

After a few seconds, or perhaps a dozen seconds, at the moment when the hidden soldiers on the city wall ceased shooting arrows, the besieged Inran soldiers witnessed with astonishment a small light falling from the sky.

As the light expanded to its limit in their eyes, all the soldiers on both sides heard a dull thud;

Though not loud, the sound seemed to dim their hearing as if on the verge of deafness.

The figure that landed on the ground smiled at one of the soldiers, licked her lips, then squatted down to press her knee on the light.

Although the scene appeared ordinary, it made the soldiers on both sides feel that they were in danger of losing their sight at any moment;

The reason was that the actual identity of the light was none other than Yin Yangang, the Supreme Marshal of the Inran Empire, who had never tasted defeat in battle before.

After confirming that the opponent had no means to resist, the figure lifted one knee, pressing it on the defeated soldier's abdomen, then raised the soldier from the wrist, signaling the two warring armies to cease the battle at a standstill.

"In this fierce battle, I had a lot of fun!"

At this moment when everyone was stunned into silence, that melodious voice sounded particularly sincere.

In the duel that determined the early outcome of the battle, Yin Yangang's defeat meant that the besieged vanguard army had lost all hope of turning the tables.

Wang Xiaole took the captured prey for a walk around the inside and outside of the city walls, crushing the morale of the defeated Inran army.

It was not an exaggeration to say that:

From the moment they saw their leader captured, the remaining soldiers of the army felt despair throughout.

Before long, after the despair set in, a new hope emerged...

Even when staying in this place, Wang Xiaole, in the next moment, noticed a new threat approaching from the outer city area.

A magical flare soared into the sky, bursting in the air moments later, announcing a new message to the demoralized remnants of soldiers:

Reinforcements had arrived, and the fight could continue!

If there was something slightly beyond Wang Xiaole's expectations in this plan, it was undoubtedly the fact that Inran's main army entered the battlefield earlier than anticipated.

At the moment when the vanguard soldiers were struggling to even hold their weapons, upon learning that their country's main force was about to arrive, they erupted with renewed fighting spirit.

"We can't give up. Even if the boss can't save us, we must try to save the boss!"

Under the call of the temporary commander, the besieged Inran army launched a new round of attacks.

To deal with them, feeling compelled with no other option, the Muslan Kingdom had to deploy the long-awaited "bombing unit."

The primary feature of the "bombing unit" in this world was that the stone-like objects thrown were magical "bomb shots" formed from elements, with massive firepower but in limited supply.

Originally intended to confront Inran's main army, the situation was now less optimistic, and thus they could not hold back anymore.

The attacking force descending from the sky was strikingly visible yet completely unavoidable.

Different from attacks from normal directions, the assault from above instinctively caused a momentary halt in rational thinking;

Due to the downward angle of the attacks, the area covered by the assault was therefore larger.

While individual bomb shots might not have a significant impact, when hundreds of them were unleashed in succession, even a fortress would be reduced to rubble.

The first round of bombing caused considerable damage to the Inran Army, yet they did not falter;

Soldiers inside and outside the city walls witnessed the storm of projectiles descending upon them.

Initially, the soldiers, who hadn't seen this before, were not sure how to react, but as they saw the gigantic "bomb shots" raining down like a tempest, fear gripped their hearts.

Despite the fear, there was no choice but to fight now.

Forward, swordsman units!

At this moment when the magicians were ineffective, the adventurers mingling among the soldiers formed up, drawing their swords simultaneously, sending out synchronized sword energy slashes to counter the incoming bomb shots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The swordsman units gave it their all, smashing the first round of falling "bomb shots," not letting a single one slip through.

At this point, the commander of the Muslan Kingdom had no other option but to go all out, utilizing all stored "bomb shots";

Even if they couldn't handle the main army later, they couldn't afford to let the remnants of soldiers collide with the reinforcements!

Driven by this cost-no-object strategy, the number of bomb shots dropped increased, gradually exceeding the swordsman unit's capacity to withstand.

After a while, the swordsmen's formation was disrupted, resulting in a moment of chaos among the once neatly arranged army formations.

In a sudden flurry of intense and muffled impacts as the bomb rain fell, raising clouds of dust;

From the perspective of the Muslan Kingdom, the second round of bombardment was much more effective than the first, completely decimating one of the enemy's formations;

After the dust settled, the enemy soldiers lay scattered on the ground.

Among them, none survived; all had perished from a deluge of "bomb shots," turning the area into a hellish landscape of bloodshed.