The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 902 Maodun's Death [Subscribe*Monthly Tickets]

Yan Yan's sword energy incarnation dissipated. Except for Maodun, no one else reacted for a while and almost mistakenly thought that Yan Yan himself dissipated.

"Zilong, kill him immediately!" Bai Feng was the first to react.

What Yan Yan brought was just an incarnation of sword energy, and he cut off one of Maodun's arms, and then poured his righteous energy into Maodun's body. In a short period of time, Maodun could no longer rely on the power of heaven and earth to recover like before.

Fusu was a little hesitant. His education since childhood told him that he should not take advantage of others in distress, especially when facing a king like Maodun, he should give the other party some respect.

"If you don't kill him, and when he recovers, we will all die here!" Bai Feng said exaggeratedly.

With one arm broken, Maodun wanted to defeat an entire column of the Red Flame Cavalry head-on, which was impossible even in his prime.

But if they miss this opportunity, they will miss it forever. If a top warrior from the grassland wants to leave, they may not be able to keep him.

Moreover, without the burden of his subordinates, it would be even more difficult to stop Maodun if he wanted to leave.

Just like the old man Bai Lu at the beginning, even facing the joint pursuit and blockade of Yan Yan, Six-Fingered Black Knight and Li Mu, he was still able to escape, just because he was alone and had nothing to worry about.

What's more, what Bai Feng said was not wrong. Even a grandmaster couldn't fight the Red Flame Cavalry head-on, but what about a sneak attack?

If they really continue to launch sneak attacks, I'm afraid that few of the Red Flame Cavalry will be able to return to the camp alive.

Fusu did not hesitate any longer. He gripped his spear tightly and rushed into the formation, stabbing straight towards Maodun.

Maodun looked at the spear that was stabbing at him, dodged sideways, and kept moving his feet. Then the golden knife that fell to the ground returned to his hand and began to fight against the spear.

"His strength has weakened and his speed has slowed down!" After fighting again, Fusu finally discovered Maodun's weakness.

Maodun's expression remained unchanged, but he was actually extremely terrified in his heart. The righteous energy was too strong and powerful. He had to suppress it while mobilizing his internal strength to fight Fusu. As a result, the righteous energy continued to impact his eight extraordinary meridians, causing him to suffer both internal and external injuries. Blood kept gushing out of his left arm and it was impossible to stop the blood from flowing.

Bai Feng also noticed the changes in Maodun's body. Blood was gushing out and there was no way to stop it. It was likely that Maodun would die from excessive blood loss without having to die from Fusu's spear.

But Bai Feng did not remind Fusu that Fusu needed to kill Maodun with his own hands to wash away the previous shame.

"Huh?" Maodun and Bai Feng looked at the change in Fusu's spear momentum in surprise.

If you don't look at the spear and the man, it would seem that they are exactly the same as the figure who was stabbing with the sword just now.

"So this is what it means when a hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix!" Fusu also suddenly realized.

After watching Yan Yan take action just now, he also discovered that spearmanship emphasizes momentum rather than skill. There is no need to be distracted by the pursuit of skills and moves. He only needs to keep stabbing accurately, believe in the spear in his hand, believe in his own feelings, and the spear will naturally be as fast as a dragon!

Maodun, who was already in a worse situation, looked at the spear that was thrusting towards him and became a little flustered for a moment, as if he was repeating the battle just now.

However, this time, he no longer had an arm and shoulder to block the spear. Moreover, the spear was different from the sword. Due to its length and distance, the spear tip could be pointed out more flexibly than the sword tip. Even if his left arm was still there, it would be impossible for him to use his shoulder to block the spear tip.

The spear thrust out dozens of times in succession, just like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, forcing Maodun to retreat continuously. However, the spear wall formed by the Red Flame Riders around him made it impossible for him to retreat all the time.

In the end, Maodun missed the shot and was hit in the neck by the spear, and the golden knife in his hand fell to the ground helplessly.

The spear was pulled out, bringing out a hint of red.

Maodun covered his neck with his right hand to prevent the blood from flowing out. He just looked at Fusu and Bai Feng. Finally, he looked towards the west in the direction of Beiye Royal City. His eyes were complicated and strange, showing relief and unwillingness.

If it weren't for Yan Yan, he would have become the king of the Xiongnu. After enduring and lying dormant, he would have destroyed the Danlin, Linhu, Donghu and other tribes on the grassland, expelled the Dayuezhi, unified the grassland with an invincible attitude, and became the first common ruler in the history of the grassland.

It’s a pity that things don’t always go as planned.

If Touman was willing to hand over the Xiongnu to him from the beginning, he would not have been slow, and eventually the entire Xiongnu was under the surveillance of Bingzhou, and he was forced to flee to the snowy forest. From the beginning, Yan Yan was on guard against him, preventing him from controlling the Xiongnu.

Even though Bingzhou's biggest enemies when it was first established were Donghu, Zhao and Dayuezhi, Yan Yan still regarded them as his number one enemy and constantly plotted against them.

If Yan Yan relaxes even a little, he might turn the tables, confront Bingzhou from north to south, and then join forces with Donghu to form a three-way confrontation on the grassland.

It's a pity that there is no if.

Maodun fell heavily on the grassland and closed his eyes forever.

Perhaps this is a relief for him.

Ever since he was framed by Bingzhou, he had spent his whole life in hardship and depression, and drinking wind and eating snow became his daily routine.

As long as he was willing to bow his head, he would have a place in Bingzhou, but he was so proud and ambitious that he could not bow his head.

So, death may be the best relief for him.

At least he doesn't have to live such a hard life anymore, nor does he have to be oppressed by someone all the time, feeling depressed and frustrated!

"Alas!" Outside the school administration hall, Yan Yan felt that the luck of the grassland was completely converging towards Beiye Royal City, and he guessed the result.

Throughout the grassland, he never regarded Donghu, Xiongnu and Dayuezhi as his opponents. The only person he was afraid of was Maodun. So even when Bingzhou was still very weak, he was constantly making plans and guarding against Maodun.

The only thing he lacked compared to Maodun was support. He had the support of Li Mu, the support of Qin and Yan, so he was able to gain a foothold on the grassland.

However, although Maodun was the eldest prince of the Xiongnu, he was always feared by Touman and was always kept on guard against.

If Maodun could also get Touman's support, how could his designs succeed? It would be still unknown who would win by then.

All I can say is, it's destiny.

Maodun lacked a bit of luck and support.

"Don't meet me again in the next life!" Yan Yan bowed to the east and ordered someone to bring a jar of wine. He drank half of it and poured the other half to the world and the breeze.

"The king of the grassland, the heroic leader Maodun Chanyu has passed away!" The attendant looked at Yan Yan, who seemed a little bored, and guessed what had happened.

"You can see this?" Mo Ya was a little surprised.

"I'm alive because of my brain! It's just that some people don't have it!" The attendant rolled his eyes.

"You..." Mo Ya was so angry that his teeth were itching, but there was nothing he could do.

This guy is really a pure civil servant. He is so weak that he is too embarrassed to take action even if he wants to.

"Remember, in the eighth month of the seventh year of Emperor Xuanwu, the Xiongnu king, Maodun Chanyu, passed away!"

Yan Yan glanced at the attendant and said calmly.

The attendant frowned. The words "king" and "hong" cannot be used casually, especially since the Central Plains never gave the title of king to foreign barbarians, let alone used "hong" to record their death.

But since Yan Yan had spoken, it seemed like he couldn't refuse.

(End of this chapter)