Chapter 215 To the Master (Part 2)

"Goddess Haratana, take my soul!"

A shrill cry resounded in front of the two armies, and the last Tarasco warrior who had made the challenge threw his shield forward. Then, surrounded by more than a dozen Mexica warriors, he desperately swung the copper axe with both hands and rushed towards the nearest enemy.

"Bang!"

The Mexica warrior in front quickly lowered his body and raised his shield. The sharp axe chopped fiercely on the shield, and the axe blade penetrated the wood three inches deep.

"Puff!" Before the Tarasco warrior pulled out the copper axe, Nekali on the side crouched forward and chopped the opponent's thigh with an axe, breaking the vital artery, and warm liquid spurted out immediately. The Tarasco warrior immediately lost strength and stood unsteadily. The surrounding Mexica warriors immediately rushed up, waving their war sticks vigorously, and smashed the opponent to death in an instant.

Nekali dropped the bloody copper axe in his hand and stood up proudly. He looked around, the open battlefield was blood red, and the fallen bodies were scattered all over the field. The breeze blew on his face, like the loving hands of the god of war, with a strong bloody smell. The senior scout closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the slightly sweet and fishy smell. The glory of the bloody battle and the joy of victory echoed in his chest. Then, he and other warriors opened their arms and shouted to the sky.

"God of War Huitzilopochtli bless us! The sacred victory belongs to the alliance! The glorious Mexica warriors are invincible!"

"Invincible!!"

Witnessing the victory of the first duel, the Mexica army burst into thunderous cheers. The warriors shouted in unison, prayed to the gods in the sky, and praised the glory of the warriors! The priests danced the ritual dance again and chanted poems praising the god of war. The Tarasco army on the opposite side was silent, and the warriors of the king's army looked heavy and their morale dropped significantly.

"What a wonderful fight! I will reward the victorious warriors and promote them to military nobles!"

Xuluot on the hill smiled and couldn't help clapping his hands in admiration. He swept his eyes over the survivors, silently counting the number of people who were rewarded, and then his heart sank.

Of the one hundred Mexica warriors who participated in the fight, less than twenty were able to stand on the battlefield at this time. This is a casualty rate of more than 80%, which is the bloodiest sacrifice to the gods! The casualty rate of the Tarasco warriors on the opposite side is 100%. The surviving Mexica warriors were merciless. They took out the obsidian daggers and checked the bodies on the ground one by one. If they encountered an enemy who was not dead, they would add a knife to the vital point; if they encountered a comrade who could still be treated, they would carefully carry him to the back.

The royal army of Tarasco watched all this silently, and no one stepped out to stop it. The sacred fight is like this: witnessed by the gods, fighting in front of the battlefield, and fighting to the death!

"Skilled in combat, brave and experienced. Devoutly believing in the gods, and looking death as life. There are so many senior Mexica warriors!"

Suanga's eyes flickered as he thought about the details of the duel. In this duel that was destined to consume each other, he did not use the most elite Bronze Axe Guards, and the commander on the opposite side did not use the soldiers beside him. The participants in the duel were ordinary senior warriors. From the details, we can see the overall situation. The elite Mexica warriors who were promoted according to military merits are obviously better in martial arts.

"Then, we must try to avoid melee in the decisive battle. We must rely more on the discipline of the royal army and the sharpness of the bronze soldiers, and form a spear formation to cooperate with each other. Since the group fight in front of the formation is not favorable, we will have a single duel of warriors!"

The young king nodded slightly and then waved the staff. The war drums sounded again in the Tarasco army. A strong Bronze Axe warrior then walked out of the guards and came to the front of the two armies.

"May the sun god Curicaveri bless you! I, a warrior from Apatchingan, 'Crocodile Catcher' Xitarama, challenge the most courageous Mexica warrior to a duel!"

The returning Toltec has already reported to Shulotte. At this time, he was standing in the guards behind His Highness. Hearing the challenge from the Tarasco people, the warlike Black Wolf immediately stepped out and shouted with shining eyes.

"Your Highness, I, Toltec, am willing to fight!"

Hearing this, Shulotte pondered for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Okay! My Black Wolf, go and catch prey for me, and show your skills in front of the two armies!"

Toltec bowed his head excitedly. It is not allowed to use dishonorable javelins or bows and arrows in a duel in front of the battle. Black Wolf then put down his longbow and bronze arrows, and strode out of the army with only his handy war stick and shield.

"May the god of war Huitzilopochtli bless you! I, the warrior from Tepanicapan, 'Black Wolf' Toltec, challenge the warriors of Tarasco to a duel!"

Toltec grinned, revealing a brilliant smile, with great confidence on his face. The warrior on the opposite side nodded slightly in greeting, and took out the copper axe from his waist. The two stood on the bloody battlefield, standing more than ten steps away from each other.

Black Wolf put away his smile and clenched his war stick and shield. His eyes were fixed on the figure of his opponent, and his eyes swept across the head, neck, side waist, and genitals like a sharp blade.

After a moment of silence, the sound of war drums suddenly sounded. The warriors on both sides half-raised their shields at the same time, took a few steps forward, and soon reached the distance where the weapons were intersecting. Then, the two began to change their steps quickly, and moved to the side that the other side could not take care of, like a circling jackal. The weapons in the hands of both sides also shook slightly, making it difficult to judge the action of launching an attack.

The tense confrontation and movement lasted for more than ten breaths. Sitarama kept catching Toltec's figure with his peripheral vision, and then his expression became stern, realizing that his opponent was more agile than himself. He no longer hesitated, let out a roar, and suddenly strode forward. His left arm swung the huge shield outward to disrupt the opponent's vision, and his right arm was slightly retracted first, his eyes locked on the opponent's waist, and it was a swift slash!

In this life-and-death battle, Toltec's eyes lit up. He flashed his feet and rushed forward two steps, sticking to the opponent's left hand shield, avoiding the slash of his right hand. Then, the black wolf pushed the shield in his left hand forward, interrupting the opponent's attempt to turn around, and his right hand suddenly swung out from the lower side.

"Head!"

"Bang, click", a crisp collision accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. The obsidian war stick drew a cold arc and hit the back of the Tarasco warrior's head fiercely.

"Ugh! Hum!" The bent neck suppressed the throat that was about to make a sound. Sitarama's scream was only half uttered, and then it turned into a low tail sound in the nasal cavity. He "hummed" twice like a dying hare, and then his nose bled, and his head shook and fell to the side.

"Bang!" Toltec did not hold back and hit the Tarasco warrior's head again. The opponent fell heavily to the ground with a "thump", released the battle axe in his hand, and his hands and feet trembled twice, and then there was no sound.

Swift speed, magnificent power, precise timing! In a duel between real warriors, the attack never misses, and the victory or defeat is decided by the attack, and life and death are only a moment!

Toltec glanced at his dead opponent and grinned again, revealing a pure smile of joy. He took a few deep breaths to adjust his rapid breathing during the outbreak. Then, Black Wolf raised his arms high and shouted loudly to the front of the formation.

"God of War Huitzilopochtli bless me! I, Black Wolf Toltec, have defeated my opponent!! I am your Highness's Black Wolf, hunting the white deer of Tarasco!!!"

The heroic shout spread far and wide. Seeing the other warrior boasting about his victory, Suanga's face sank. He turned his head and looked at the general of the guard, Yuku.

"Yuku, my loyal hound. If you were to play, how sure would you be of victory?"

Yuku looked like a sculpture, looking at Toltec's flushed face, and spoke in a deep voice.

"You are skilled in combat skills and your movements are swift. Your breathing is a little disordered, but your strength is still there. Your Majesty, I am 60% sure."

Suanga shook his head slightly. He waved the staff again, and another sturdy bronze axe warrior saluted the king and walked out of the guards in silence. He held up an exceptionally large shield, looked at Toltec standing in the field, and shouted loudly.

"May the Sun God bless you! I, the warrior from Sakap, 'Correct Deer' Esley, challenge 'Black Wolf' Toltec to a duel!"

Toltec nodded solemnly and prepared for battle. Soon, the death-defying war drums sounded again!

Amid the deafening war drums, Toltec took a few steps forward and once again began to stalemate with his opponent. Esley lived up to his name as the Correct Deer. He was swift and moved extremely fast. The two of them fought for more than a dozen breaths, but neither of them could gain an advantage. The confident Black Wolf did not wait any longer. He advanced rapidly, approaching within two steps of his opponent, and then thrust his stick from top to bottom, delivering a quick and powerful short blow.

"Bang!" Esley took a step back, raised his shield steadily, and caught the attack. He moved again, holding the copper axe in his right hand, maintaining a powerful deterrent. The fierce clash ended as soon as it touched, and the opponent maintained a stable defensive position without revealing any flaws. Toltec had to distance himself and fight with Esley again.

Similar fights continued. This fight lasted for an astonishing three or four minutes. Toltec finally found an opportunity to cut Esley's left leg and cut his opponent's right arm. Finally, he took a step forward and swung down suddenly, knocking the shield away. For the first time, he broke the opponent's defense from the front, and then killed Esley with his backhand!

The copper axe in Esley's hand slipped weakly. Until he died in battle, this tough Tarasco warrior had never really made a move.

"Damn it! What is Sakap's "Corrected Deer"? It's just a turtle in the Leman River!"

Toltec's face was red and he was breathing heavily. The fierce movement and fighting consumed too much physical strength. After a while, he raised his arms again and shouted in front of the two armies.

"God of War bless you! I, Black Wolf Toltec, have defeated my opponent!! No one in Tarasco can compare with me!!!"

Hearing this, Suanguá looked calm. He looked at the general of the personal guard again.

"How?"

"His breathing is disordered and his physical strength is gone. He lost his caution and became arrogant. Your Majesty, I will kill this man!"

Yoku said firmly. Suanguá smiled and nodded. The sculpted warrior held a slender bronze spear and a sharp bronze axe on his waist, and marched out of the army with extremely precise steps.

"Qin Congcan's warrior, 'Hound' Yoku, challenges 'Black Wolf' Toltec to a fight!"

Yoku's face was like a rock, and he challenged the king briefly and calmly, with only a fiery fighting spirit in his eyes.

Toltec was slightly stunned. This was the middle-aged warrior beside the king, and he had just observed him carefully. Then, the same fiery fighting spirit flashed in his eyes. The two looked at each other again, and even the air became hot. Black Wolf took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance again.

At this moment, a sharp conch shell suddenly sounded from under Black Wolf's flag. Then, the warrior leader Bertard hurried out and grabbed Toltec who was waiting for the battle.

"Your Highness has ordered that Toltec return to the military formation! Give the opportunity to fight to other warriors!"

Toltec struggled reluctantly in the hands of the warrior leader. He turned his head hard and looked at the hill not far away. Under the flying flag, His Highness looked serious and nodded affirmatively. The black wolf then lowered his head, not looking at the hounds who were definitely laughing at him, and returned to the military formation dejectedly.

Yuku didn't smile. He watched the intended prey leave with an expressionless face, then closed his eyes slightly and remained motionless, waiting for a new prey.

After a while, a burly Mexican warrior walked out of the array. He held his head high and shouted proudly to the front.

"Guardian of the God of War! I, the warrior of Tolocan State, the heir to the glorious nobility, the brave 'Black Panther' Yomac, fight against Tarasco's 'Hound' Yukuyo! Remember, I will kill the person who kills you. It’s Yomak!”

Yuku opened his eyes slightly, took a closer look at the opponent's extremely tall figure and his calves that could not be covered by the shield, and nodded slowly. He put down his shield, held the nearly two-meter-long bronze spear with both hands, and pointed diagonally forward. The left hand near the front is slightly loose, and the right hand near the back is firmly held, then open the legs, bend slightly, and just stand still and wait.

The thunderous war drums sounded again. Yomac held up his shield, held his war club, and took a few strides. His eyes were fixed on Yuku, but he couldn't see any trace of his opponent's movement, as if he was facing a solid sculpture. The burly warrior strode forward, leaving deep traces in the soil on the ground. He believed that his immense power was unstoppable in his native Tolocan state.

Soon, there were only five steps left between the two. Yomak pushed out the shield in his left hand, suddenly waved the war stick in his right hand, and rushed towards the shieldless enemy in front of him!

In this flash of lightning, Yoku finally took action! With a flash in his eyes, he took a step diagonally, lowered his left hand with a loose grip, and raised his right hand with a solid grip. Then, he suddenly pushed forward with his right hand and hit his half-loose left hand. The two hands met in a precise and fierce thrust!

The shining gun head drew a sudden and rapid arc, and "poof!" pierced into Yomak's calf. The charging opponent's burly body staggered suddenly, and the shield in his hand subconsciously pressed down. "Crack!" The bronze spear was quickly pulled back against the shield, making a harsh scraping sound. Then another "Poof!"

A smile finally appeared on the face of Yuku's sculpture. "Boom!" He kicked his opponent's shield, and then used the force of the counterattack to withdraw the sharp spear from the enemy's body. The shield and war club fell in response, and the burly Yomak fell backwards like a fragile reed toy of the Mayans. He tried hard to raise his hands and hold down his bleeding neck. Bright red emerged from the big hole above his collarbone. Soon, the boundless darkness came from the bright red and swallowed him mercilessly.

Yuku planted the bronze spear on the ground, turned around, and bowed his head to the king. Then, he calmly raised his arms and declared victory towards the Mexica military formation. Cheers finally sounded from Tarasco's military formation, accompanied by the excited shouts of the warriors.

"Yuku! Yuku! The hound given by the three gods to capture the tigers and leopards of the Mexica!!"

Under the wolf flag, Shulot opened his eyes wide and recalled the action of the Tarasco warrior stabbing his spear, but he couldn't remember it clearly. The young commander looked solemn. When he heard the enemy's shouts, he gritted his teeth slightly and waved the flag again.

This time, a powerful jaguar warrior stepped out of the array. Wearing colorful tiger skin armor and a low-hanging feather crest, he roared fiercely at the enemy in front of him.

"Guardian of the God of War! I, the warrior of Tenoticlan, the 'War Tiger' Ixca, fight against the 'Hound' Ucuyo of Tarasco!"

Yuku looked solemn when he saw the jaguar warrior's costume. He clenched the spear in his hand and bowed his head in salute. The fierce war drums sounded again, and the duel of life and death continued!

Ikska only touched the ground with the front half of his feet, maintaining the lightness of the ups and downs like a tiger and leopard. He moved quickly with small steps, fearing Yuku's swift and precise spear, and maintaining maximum flexibility.

This time, "Hound" Yuku also started to move. His steps are extremely precise and his distance is perfectly grasped. The two sides fought tentatively for a few moments, and he was always in the right position to dodge his opponent's attacks. Taking advantage of the length of the copper spear, he was like a pounced snake, attacking Ikska's weak points again and again.

"Bang, bang!" The Jaguar warrior's shield was steady and powerful. Ixka raised his shield to block and turned sideways without any redundant movements, completely blocking all attacks. He got close to his opponent several times, swung the war stick in his right hand, and struck the opponent's vitals suddenly!

Yuku, however, was like a nimble hound, leaping lightly and dodging with incredible skill. From time to time, he held his hands apart and used the thick barrel of the gun to push the war stick away from the side, and then fired another quick shot with his backhand! The two of them kept going around like this, like leaping tigers and leopards. Every simple movement was filled with infinite murderous intent!

Shulot stood on a high place and watched the wonderful fight carefully, his eyes filled with brilliance.

This Tarasco warrior already had the rudiments of Celestial Spearmanship in the use of his spear. With the development of armor, pike infantry will occupy the absolute main position in the medieval army. This kind of marksmanship, with slight improvements and simplifications, would be suitable for widespread promotion in the military.

After a moment, Ikska roared suddenly. He threw the shield with his left hand vigorously, and with a quick movement of his left arm, he controlled the opponent's spear. Then, the Jaguar warrior stepped forward, raised the war stick in his right hand, and was about to deliver an imminent fatal blow to the enemy who had lost his weapon!

At this moment, a strange smile appeared on Yoku's cold face. He suddenly loosened his hands holding the gun, and swung a punch with his left hand, hitting the opponent's shoulder holding the stick, slowing down the speed of swinging the stick. At almost the same time, his right hand quickly pulled out the copper axe from his waist, and with a short and powerful chop, he directly chopped into the opponent's neck!

"Zizi!" Blood gushed out, splashing all over the faces of the two. Ikska's pupils suddenly contracted, and the pain made his whole body spasm. Yoku's eyes showed cold pity. He chopped fiercely again, and a good head fell off like a fruit in an instant, and bright blood flowers bloomed dazzlingly, and eternal liberation really came!

The situation in the field turned around in an instant, and Xiuluot opened his eyes in surprise. He watched Yoku take a step back, wipe the blood on his face, bow his head to salute the king, and raise his arms again. The Tarasco warriors cheered enthusiastically, while the Mexica warriors were silent.

"What a great warrior!"

After a moment, Xiuluot came back to his senses and whispered in admiration. He had been paying attention to King Tarasco. When he saw the other party walk out from the king's side, he realized that this was a truly powerful warrior. The young commander quickly ordered to recall his favorite general who was showing signs of fatigue.

"How is it?"

Xiuluot looked at Toltec calmly. Black Wolf had been shouting non-stop, asking to continue to fight. At this moment, he kept silent and looked at Yoku who raised his arms in the field, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became brighter.

"How is it?"

Xiuluot looked at Bertard again. The warrior chief clenched the war stick in his hand and replied in a deep voice.

"Not weaker than me, it's worth a fight. If you don't use bows and arrows, you only have a 60% chance."

Hearing this, Xiuluot shook his head. He was a little embarrassed for a while. Even the warrior chief found it difficult, so if the others went to fight, they would definitely die.

While the young commander was pondering, a Mexica scout rushed from the north. He waved a red flag symbolizing urgency in his hand, and walked unhindered accompanied by his personal guards until he fell in front of His Highness.

"Your Highness! More than ten miles to the north, reinforcements from the Tarasco people appeared! The enemy numbered more than two thousand, all wearing warrior armor, with hummingbird flags in the formation, and they came from the capital city of Qincongcan!"

"What? More than two thousand, more than ten miles away?!"

Xuluot clenched his fists and shouted.

"Are you sure it's reinforcements from Qincongcan City? The Western City-State Legion is responsible for guarding the capital, has there been any messengers to pass on the message?!"

"The scouts confirmed that it was Qincongcan's flag! The City-State Legion has no messengers to pass on the message yet!"

"Damn it! These blind moles are not up to the task and ruined my plan!"

The young commander just cursed in a low voice, and immediately calmed down his emotions and solemnly ordered the generals.

"Toltec!"

"Here!"

"I'll give you two thousand longbow militias and five hundred elite scouts to stop the enemy in the north! Before I defeat Suanga, no enemy troops are allowed to go south. Can you do that?!"

"Yes! I am willing to die for your Highness and defeat the enemy in front of me!!"

Toltec was excited. He knelt on one knee and raised his hand to promise.

"Okay!"

Then, Xiu Luote raised his right hand, looked around at the generals, and shouted again.

"Generals, listen to my orders! No need to wait, defeat the Tarasco King's army, the decisive battle is now! Beat the drums, blow the bamboo flute, and wave the battle flags! The Holy City Legion, the Long Spear Legion, the God-blessed Legion, the Temple Guards, the Longbow Guards, the Jaguar Regiment, the whole army will attack!!!"

I studied some martial arts and fighting videos, and I still feel very touched. The new semester will be a bit busy, and the author will try to maintain a stable update later. Thank you for your support! っっ