Chapter 210: The Mighty 1 Punch

Seeing that scene, Torres did not relax his vigilance.

The blonde teen raised the long bow in his right hand, pulling out a big white-feather arrow from his quiver. The bow was pulled into the shape of a half moon, with the arrow's tip flashing coldness, aiming at the blood-covered figure that ran out from the fog. He shouted, "Again, this is the Chambord Camp, cease your advance or you will be killed!"

"No... No... I'm... here to see His Majesty... I..." The figure was covered in blood with stumbling footsteps. Despite hearing Torre's warning, he continued to struggle over towards the camp.

Seeing that the opposing party was not heeding the warning, Torres gave a cold hum, the finger that was pinching on the bow string was just about to loosen, but at that moment, his vision suddenly focused and saw this "intruder" pulling out something from his clothes. The blonde teen could clearly see. This was actually His Majesty's token. Surprised, he suddenly knew that the visitor was an ally instead of foe. He hurried over to help. After getting closer, he saw that this was actually a young man that he had never seen before. There was a half-meter long wound on his back that was deep enough to expose bone. It was shocking to look at and the blood spewed out like fountain. The injury was extremely serious.

"Who are you? How do you have the token from our King?" Torres took off the his cloak and wrapped up the wound on the young man's back.

"I... Your Majesty... My teacher... I need... to save... someone..."

The severely injured young man's trembling lips squeezed out those words. Due to the heavy injury, he already entered a semi conscious state. The staggered running just now seemed to have exhausted all his physical strength, and he finally couldn't hold it anymore, not even being able to say a complete sentence.

Torres frowned, and was confused at heart. Just when he was about to bring this teen into the camp to ask His Majesty, suddenly, another wave of disorderly and hasty footsteps came from the distant fog. It was getting closer and closer, and he could also hear those people shouting at each other...

"Master, there's the blood trail. That peasant must be in front of us somewhere..."

"Humph, he suffered such serious injury, he won't be able to run far. Chase him, find him and skin him alive. He dared to hurt the noble me, I'm going to make him wish he's rather dead..."

"Hahaha, Young Master please rest at ease, he absolutely won't be able to run away."

"..."

Torres's face changed. Just those few words of dialogue gave him a good idea of what was happening. He gently placed the teen on the side, then gave the camp behind him a warning signal. He proceeded to draw his bow to full, waiting quietly for their arrival.

In under half a minute, 40 or 50 people came out of the fog. They were clad in metal armor, so Torres assumed that they should be soldiers from nearby. What was most attention-catching was the giant man over 2 meters tall, like a meat mountain. The muscles on his body were like giant stones sculpted by a sharp blade, and there was only one refined steel armor plate on his upper body. Both of his shoulders and his waist were wrapped around in four thick dark steel chains, and the end of each chain had an eight-edged black iron giant hammer that was a half-meter in diameter. The iron hammers were blood-stained and at least 700 to 800 kilograms in weight. His whole person gave off a feeling of being a God of Killing.

Beside the giant hammer guy, a young man in ancient Chinese clothing rode arrogantly on the horse pointing here and there giving commands.

"Over there, I see him now, hahaha, go and get him for me!" Seeing the severely injured teen lying on the ground, the horse-riding young man directly ignored the blonde teen with a long bow and shouted from his horse.

"Yes, Young Master Lulun."

A few ass-kissing soldiers that were eager to please him shouted in obedience, immediately wanting to drag that teen over. However, just after they took a step forward, suddenly, ten white feather sharp arrows ruthlessly nailed into the ground just a centimeter before their feet, forming a straight line with a distance of less than 5 fingers between each of them. The arrows were all 20 cm into the ground uniformly, and it could clearly show the archer's extraordinary skills.

Hummm~ The string of the long bow in the blonde boy's hand was still tremoring. His eyes were like sparks, coldly sweeping past the faces of those people and his mouth began to move, "This is Chambord's territory. Any intruders within 20 meters will be killed without exception!"

"Damn! Who do you think you are? What shit is Chambord? Why don't you get the f*ck out of here!" The neatly dressed young man on horse furiously said.

However, the meat-mountain-like man with those eight giant hammers showed a somewhat dignified look in his eyes. The marvellous archery skills of the blonde boy just now gave him a little surprise. Now, after carefully sensing it, he noticed that this blonde boy's strength could not be overlooked. It's like a peerless treasure bow that was pulled to the half moon state. Exuding a heart-pressing threat, he was an opponent that had to be carefully dealt with.

"This little brother, we have no intention to trespass Chambord's camp. However, the young man beside you, he's a felon of Hot Spring Gate's [Rapid Wind Legion]. I am [Rapid Wind Legion] [Giant Hammer Camp]'s commander Andrew, please hand him over to us!" The black iron giant hammer guy with a scar on his face raised his eye brows and loudly said as he advanced step by step, crushing over like a giant mountain.

"Stop!" Torres sneered, "This boy carries the Token of His Majesty the Chambord King, you cannot take him away!"

"Bastard!" The young man on horseback grew even more furious after hearing those words, "What f*cking Chambord king. This is the Hot Springs Gate, the world of the [Rapid Wind Legion]. I can take away whoever I want. A little Chambord kingdom dares to overestimate their own strength. If you don't get out of the way, I will take away you too!"

"Those that insult our King will die!" Torres was enraged. His shoulder slightly moved, and three arrows pierced through the sky and howled, bursting straight towards that young man's forehead, the throat, and the heart.

"Ahhh... Save me!" The young man was terrified and fell off of the horse.

Just at that moment, with a bang, the current in the air suddenly gathered, just like a giant rock breaking the calm surface of the water. The black undercurrent flashed past, and a giant black iron hammer appeared out of nowhere into the trajectory paths of those three arrows. After three "ding" sounds, sparks flew everywhere and smashed away the arrows.

It was the [Giant Hammer Camp] commander Andrew.

"Hum, try blocking three more!"

To anyone that dared to insult His Majesty, Torres would hold a deep grudge against them. So he definitely wouldn't back off right now. Just as he spoke, three more sharp arrows were placed onto the bowstring, again taking aim at that same three spots, exuding a tense murderous aura. With a slight pause, he released his fingers and the sky-piercing sounds whistled past again.

"Little brat, my patience is limited!"

Andrew was furious, with a fling of his wrist, the iron chain wrapped around his shoulders suddenly became like living snakes, crazily shaking up, swinging the huge hammer and making it look like it was weightless. The hammers turned into black thunder again, smashing towards those incoming arrows.

Ding~!

The first arrow nailed onto the giant hammer.

Andrew's face changed, he felt that the arrow just now contained terrifying power. Just one small arrow was able to cause the giant iron hammer that was hundreds of times larger and heavier to change a little direction and cause an offset to the hammer's presumed trajectory.

He twisted his write and was about to run his hammer again...

Suddenly, another "ding" sounded, and this time it was the second and third arrow lightly colliding together, and something unthinkable happened. The two long arrows unexpectedly split directions, as if two brocade carps wagged their tail and changed direction, drawing out a strangely graceful arc. The two was just enough to pass by the giant iron hammer and continue to shoot towards the young man that had fallen onto the ground.

The giant man Andrew's face got even worse, he roared as he immediately flicked his wrist, and with a wave of dense clanging from the iron chain, the iron hammer pulled out a string of unreal phantom-like after images. Its speed surged and mercilessly chased after the arrows.

It happened all in a spark.

Finally, the black eight-edged hammer caught up to the arrows, flew past it while making contact, just enough to make the arrows slightly change direction. The arrows continuously pierced through three soldiers that the young man in the neat Chinese robe pulled in front of him to block for him, and brutally nailed into his two shoulders, fully penetrating the target and making the blood run like waterfall.

"Repeatedly provoking my patience, attacking the soldiers of Hot Springs Gate, you deserve to die! Dammit, don't mind me going full out now!"

Andrew was furious. His arms shook once, and with the sound of chains rattling, the chains that were wrapped around his body were all unloaded down but floated in the air as if lead by an invisible force. Dirt yellow flames began surging out from his body, and the chains began circling around him like insidious giant snakes. A burst of shocking forces began to appear.

"Little brat, do you know the feeling of dying after being entangled by giant serpents?" Andrew grinned like a demon with the sound of the chain's clanging around him. "You got yourself into this, now go to hell! Giant Earth Python's Kiss!"

The air roared and waves of qi surged, and the earth was as if cracked open.

This was an energy technique.

In this regard, Chambord lacked skills like this. Although Fei already created a few, but Torres still hadn't obtained his own energy technique. He felt the fury force of the hammers as he remained standing beside the heavily injured teen. The long bow kept ringing. The arrows burst out like a rainstorm wanting to block off the hammers, but little was achieved.

Just then...

"Sky - Frost- Fist... Get the f*ck out!"

A light roar came, and it was soon followed by a giant invisible fist mark from the sky. It gracefully flew over, without any violence, but the moment it smashed onto the giant hammers, it was as if time and space were instantly stopped, and then something was smashed into pieces. The iron chain and hammer pieces were like little pieces of snow flakes under the scorched sun, instantly rewinding like a tape and flew back at a speed even faster than before. They were completely shattered by the invisible fist, and at the same time, those refined black iron hammers that weighed 700 to 800 kg became countless iron filings, like a storm.

The might of one punch was flagrantly shown.

A tall figure stepped out of the fog and stood behind the crowd.