Extra's Strategy: Cultivate Protagonists, Become Invincible-Chapter 113: Five Moves To Overturn The Battlefield

"My Lady Zhou, when are you going to make an appearance...?" Han Xuhan muttered as he watched her undead army disappear into the fog.

Things were not supposed to go like this. Xuanyuan Zhou was the most resourceful and knowledgeable peer he knew. The fact that she had warned him about the dangers of this inheritance test, coupled with how her evaluation on the leaderboard remained pending till now, pointed to the fact that she was prepared for trouble.

Did she mess up somehow? Why hadn’t she returned from the testing hall yet?

Earlier, he had planned a brief window of opportunity to rescue Mu Ran and escape into the fog. But that window was getting tinier by the second.

Qian Yun had somehow managed to make all the cultivators except him, Mu Ran, and Xuanyuan Zhou cater to his commands like a pack of loyal dogs. Why were these proud young cultivators so eager to follow Qian Yun’s instructions? That too after they had gotten their hands on the legacy of the Holy Land. The conclusions to make out of this development were too chaotic and unreliable.

If those enslaved cultivators returned after chasing away Xuanyuan Zhou’s zombies, Han Xuhan would be completely surrounded without any hope of escape. He was just a rookie Mystic Art cultivator. Even the weakest of his opponents had a Mystic Art foundation four layers deep.

"No, I can’t wait anymore. It’s useless to hope for another coincidence at this point," Xuhan muttered to himself, a gleam of determination appearing in his gaze.

"This is going to be... hard."

Qian Yun was just over twenty meters away from him, with Mu Ran’s body lying a bit further ahead. Feng Jun might be trying to come close again from behind him, but the distance between them shouldn’t be less than twenty meters yet. Otherwise, some of his law fragments would have been triggered by now.

If Feng Jun had changed his position by this time, he could either attack from his right or his left side. Xuhan could not predict which direction the attack might come from. So he did not want to take the risk by staying in this passive spot. The only way out was in front of him. fгeewebnovёl.com

Three, two, one...

Silently counting down the numbers, Han Xuhan took a deep breath while Qian Yun’s head was turned towards the chaos in the distance. Suppressing the wild beating of his heart, he moved faster than he had ever moved in his life.

His plan was a simple sum of seven moves.

First move: Throwing out a knife directly at Qian Yun’s feet.

Unlike what he had hoped for, his sudden burst of movement didn’t seem to surprise Qian Yun in the slightest. Qian Yun was ready to greet him with his Mystic Art.

A paper full of complicated legal terms fell from his hand towards the ground at an unnatural speed, completely ignoring the friction with the air.

The paper and the knife made contact a fraction of a second later. But instead of being torn apart by the knife, the paper blocked it as if it were made of metal.

Ding~

The knife rebounded off and struck the soil right below, its blade digging in by an inch.

In the meantime, Han Xuhan had rushed out of the area covered by his protective law fragments, heading straight toward Qian Yun like a madman. This was his second move.

Both of them were masked, but they seemed to sense the excitement and the focus burning in each other’s eyes.

Finally! The turtle is out of its shell!

Zhao Weiqing instantly ordered the cultivators surrounding Han Xuhan to charge forward. Three figures from three areas within the fog rushed out, all of them displaying inhuman speed, leaving a trail of fog behind.

By now, Han Xuhan had executed his third move already. It was stimulating his qi on the fallen knife!

BOOM!

But what exploded was not the knife embedded into the ground in front of Qian Yun. It was the knife Han Xuhan had thrown at Feng Jun earlier!

The heavy fog behind them was torn apart by an invisible explosion of air. The three cultivators, who had just rushed past the area, were thrown sideways like ragdolls.

But this explosion was a mere setup to make Han Xuhan’s fourth move more impactful.

BOOM!

The knife embedded in front of a distracted Qian Yun’s feet exploded with a chaotic, air-rending force that caught him completely off-guard.

Zhao Weiqing was just about to shoot out another piece of contract paper at Han Xuhan’s fast-approaching figure, when he felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly disappear. Before he could react, his body was thrown backwards like a dummy kicked by a horse.

Streaks of blood were seeping out of his ripped skin and mutilated legs by the time his vision stabilized.

Han Xuhan, knowing fully well the effect of his exploding knives, had already carefully timed his sprint. Right when Qian Yun’s body flew backwards, the erupting force from the knife ended, and that’s when Xuhan entered the radius of the explosion, harmless and uninterrupted by the blast. His movements were seamless, unhesitant.

Qian Yun had fallen on his back right in front of Mu Ran. Even though he had suffered some heavy injuries from the explosion, the burning willpower inside him seemed to dull the pain and force him to sit up.

Han Xuhan had already taken out his broken glaive mid-sprint. Gripping the bottom of the blade, he leaped upward with all of his strength. His continuous momentum showed its might in that leap.

This was Han Xuhan’s fifth move!

Zhao Weiqing, who had barely raised his neck, saw a magnificent scene above him.

A slender figure in dark robes was soaring through the sky, his colors highlighted by the vague violet glow that suffused the fog overhead. The airborne silhouette held both of his hands upward, palms gripping a glaive, its blade cutting through misty air in a downward arc, set on its course to rip, tear, and kill!

And as it swung down right on top of his head emitting a whistling sound, Zhao Weiqing raised his hands to block it!

And then he felt the world in his eyes turn black.

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