Tang Yin in another world

  Tang Yin would not use any witchcraft, what he was good at was a set of complex yet pure and refined martial arts skills. He didn't give the Great Han a chance to catch his breath, and once again advanced, charging towards the Great Han's front, his wrist shaking, the tip of the long spear instantly drawing out three silver flowers, flying towards the Great Han's left and right chest and abdomen.

  Lingwu masters have always been straightforward in their duels, competing to see who has the deepest spiritual energy cultivation and who has the most exquisite Lingwu skills. There has never been a move like Wugong's that is both real and fake at the same time.

  Dahan struggled to adapt for a while, being busy with Tang Yin's swift and fierce attacks, his strong spiritual energy was unable to be displayed.

  In the interval of Tang Yin's fierce attack, Da Han could also counterattack with a move or two, but Tang Yin, who had already understood his strength, did not give him any opportunity to clash head-on. Instead, he used his agile footsteps and the technique of using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds to easily dissolve his counterattacks one by one.

  The attacking side exhausted their strength, while the passive party suffered even more physical exhaustion. The fight didn't last long, and Tang Yin hadn't done much yet, but the big man was already sweating profusely from his nose to his temples, panting loudly in anger, yet unable to do anything to Tang Yin.

  This fight was more like a battle between a fox and a bear.

  Gradually, the Great Han found it increasingly difficult to support himself, his strength growing weaker and weaker, his movements slower and slower. His body had already been pierced by long spears in four or five places, opening up bloody wounds, although they were not fatal, but being beaten to such a state of dishevelment made him extremely embarrassed.

  Having exhausted his opponent, the sharp light in Tang Yin's eyes shone brighter, seizing the opportunity to thrust a spear into the big man's abdomen.

  Having been ground by Tang Yin for too long, the Great Han entered a semi-mad state at this time. Seeing the opponent's long spear thrusting over, he no longer dodged, but when the spearhead was about to pierce his skin, he twisted his waist and opened the edge of the spearhead, only slightly off by half a step. The sharp blade of the spearhead still tore open a large gash on his waist side.

  Dahan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, letting out a strange cry. With all his might, he pulled back his arm, pinning the spear shaft under his ribs. He discarded his silver gun with one hand and grabbed Tang Yin's neck with the other, shouting: "I'll squeeze you to death!"

  Tang Yin reacted extremely quickly and decisively abandoned his long spear, using both hands to grab the big Han's neck from behind.

  In this way, the fierce battle between the two of you has turned into a tangled struggle, and what Tang Yin wants is precisely this direct physical contact.

  Taking advantage of the big man's forward momentum, Tang Yin fell back in sync with him, and the two crashed to the ground together. Carrying on the inertia, Tang Yin dragged the big man all the way as they rolled, directly rolling into the grass thicket by the side of the road.

  Everyone present did not expect the battle to evolve like this, and they were all stunned, some of them unable to react.

  At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from the grass, and everyone didn't understand what had happened. They saw the grass swaying, and Tang Yin walked out of the grass with an evil smile on his face, holding a bundle of clothes in his hand. Everyone looked closely, and that bundle of clothes was not someone else's, but that big man's.

  The Ningguo soldiers on the field were stunned, and the fugitive soldiers of Fengguo were also stunned. No one knew what had happened after Tang Yin and Da Han rolled into the bushes, why only Tang Yin came out, and he was holding Da Han's clothes.

  If anyone could understand, it would only be Qiu Zhen. Looking at Tang Yin's face with even more brilliant colors than before, and the bright light in his eyes that made people dare not look directly, without asking, just as he said earlier, he "ate" the Great Han, or rather, he burned and absorbed the Great Han with the dark fire.

  A cultivator who has reached the 'broken' state being absorbed by Tang Yin undoubtedly raised his spiritual energy cultivation to a higher level, and it's understandable that he can't see the fatigue after the intense battle but instead looks spirited.

  Qiu Zhen couldn't understand until now, how Tang Yin, whose cultivation was far inferior to his opponent's, ended up winning in the end? Moreover, he won without any difficulty, and it can be said that from start to finish, he completely suppressed his opponent.

  Or maybe this man is really the one he's looking for!

  Qiu Zhen could hardly contain the joy in his heart, and suddenly rushed out of the bushes, shouting frantically: "The leader of Ningguo has been killed, brothers, counterattack!"

  He suddenly jumped out, startling the fleeing soldiers of Feng Guo, but his shouting also awakened everyone's consciousness. We won! We actually won! Our brothers really killed the leader of the other side!

  For a moment, the morale of the Fengguo deserters, which had long been lost in the nine-day cloud, returned to their bodies. The fear and despair that had been pursued for days were thoroughly released and vented. Everyone followed Qiu Zhen's example, wielding their weapons like madmen, staring with scarlet eyes at the 200 Ningguo soldiers, launching a counterattack.

  On the other hand, the numerous soldiers of Ningguo were frightened out of their wits. To think that Tang Yin had killed a great Han who was not an ordinary small leader, but the thousand-household leader of Ningguo, who had always been brave and good at fighting, with a body full of spiritual martial arts, extraordinary and fierce, yet was beheaded by the opponent, how could the soldiers of Ningguo not be afraid?

  With almost no resistance, more than 200 Ningguo soldiers began to retreat in defeat, losing their commander's leadership, and the chaos was chaotic, trampling each other, while their chaos further boosted the morale of the Fengguo soldiers. Only thirty or so people, but each one was like a demon from hell, using all the weapons on their bodies, frantically chasing and killing Ningguo soldiers.

  Such a scene ignited a raging fire in Qiu Zhen's heart, and he shouted non-stop: "Don't let one enemy escape, we must use the enemy's heads to return and claim our reward!"

  His shouting was heard in the ears of the Fengguo soldiers, who were like they had been injected with stimulants, and they chased and killed the enemy even more recklessly. Some unarmed soldiers caught up with the enemy and punched them with their fists, kicked them with their feet, and when they couldn't beat them anymore, they even bit them with their teeth, looking like madmen and no different from wild beasts.

  The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the party that was just chasing and killing suddenly becomes the one being chased and killed. Therefore, on the battlefield, as long as the battle has not ended, no matter how great the disparity in strength between the two sides, neither side dares to guarantee that they will be the final winner.

  The one-sided battle ended quickly, under the pursuit of more than 30 Feng people, more than 200 Ningguo soldiers left behind over half of their dead and wounded, and the rest ran away without a trace.

  Tang Yin did not participate in the pursuit and sat down by the roadside, tearing off a strip of cloth from his robe to casually wrap around the torn tiger's mouth.

  Qiu Zhen walked up to him, looked at the messy bandage on his hand, frowned, squatted down and said seriously: "I'll help you!" As he spoke, regardless of whether Tang Yin agreed or not, he untied the cloth strip and re-bandaged it for him.

  Just now, he saw that Tang Yin's hand was bleeding profusely, and the wound didn't seem light. But now, looking at the wound, it wasn't bleeding anymore, and had already started to heal, leaving only a faint red line. In his heart, he secretly marveled at how amazing the self-healing ability of a Dark Cultivator's body was.

  "Don't do this again next time!" Qiu Zhen said with his head down.

  He was left speechless by his abrupt sentence and asked: "What should not be done again?"

  "Stop taking such risks, you're making a joke of your own life."

  Never seen Qiu Zhen's cheerful face so serious, Tang Yin was taken aback at first, then smiled and said leisurely: "That's my own business."

  "It may have been in the past, but it's not now." Seeing Tang Yan raise an eyebrow childishly, Qiu Zhen's expression turned gloomy and he muttered: "At least after I caught up with you, it wasn't like that. Your life is not just yours, but also mine. I don't want you to die, nor do I want the hopes I've placed in you to come to nothing."

  No one had ever spoken to Tang Yin like that before, he was always alone, and everything he did was simple, just to survive better, but now it's different, with Qiu Zhen by his side, making him feel as if he has an extra... responsibility.

  "What hope have you placed in me?" This sense of responsibility made Tang Yin feel strange, but not unpleasant. At least, he felt that he was no longer a person who could be taken or left, and there was someone in the world who cared about him.

  "I'm not clear about it now, but I have a strong feeling that as long as we are together, we will definitely achieve something great! In this chaotic world, there must be a place for us to stand!" As he spoke, Qiu Zhen's tone was firm and his facial expression became radiant.

  Tang Yin looked at Qiu Zhen for a long time, suddenly grinned and said in a low voice: "I always thought you were just heartless, but I didn't expect your blood to still be warm."

  Upon hearing this, Qiu Zhen was taken aback and asked blankly: "You can tell that I'm heartless? Actually, I've never thought of myself that way." Of course, by saying so, he was essentially admitting it.

  "Heh heh——" Tang Yin chuckled softly. He wouldn't look at people, but his intuition had always been very keen.

  "What you said, I've taken note of." He stood up, nodded at Qiu Zhen and smiled: "However, you should also remember that I'm a person who has never joked about my own life. The reason I didn't rush out earlier was because I thought I could win, and in fact, I did win, didn't I?"

  Tang Yin's answer was unsatisfactory, but Qiu Zhen had no choice but to admit that it was the truth.

  The more I get in touch with Tang Yin, the more I feel that he is a weird person. Logically speaking, with his incredible skills and spiritual cultivation, he should be very strong, but in fact, it's completely the opposite. He doesn't even have a fixed weapon, sometimes using a spear, sometimes a sword, as if he can use any weapon and is extremely proficient in all of them.

  Time is still young, and there will be opportunities to understand him later. Qiu Zhen restored his usual playful smile, he lowered his head and flipped through the clothes left by the big man, and soon found a small military badge from among them, picked it up curiously and read: "Zhao Yuan, 23rd Infantry Regiment, 8th Battalion, Thousand House Chief..."

  When he saw the three words "Qian Fuzhang", Qiu Zhen's eyes widened in shock, and he exclaimed: "Good heavens! The guy you just... ate was actually Qian Fuzhang!"

  The military system of the Imperial Heaven, thirty people form a small team, one hundred people form a large team, one thousand people form an array, ten thousand people form a group, and one million people form a corps. In large-scale conflicts between countries, it is basically based on arrays and groups. The position of Qianfu Chang can be considered not low.

  "Now you've really made a big contribution!" Qiu Zhen said with shining eyes.