Chapter 155: One Against Three Thousand
Peng Yi said, “This person looks almost exactly like the portraits of our Peng family’s Old Ancestor, passed down through generations in the Prince of Jin Residence. You know, our Prince of Jin Residence has a legend passed down through generations, that there’s an Old Ancestor who is immortal and appears once every hundred years.”
A Southern Ming official beside him said, “Ha, another old myth. There were so many myths in the old days. What martial artists could fly in the sky and escape on earth, could split mountains and cut off rivers. Now, there are people who practice martial arts, but a single shot from a firearm will kill them.”
Obviously.
Nowadays, no one really believes in the stories of the martial artist era.
They basically think that the ancient books from the past are just made up.
Peng Yi was a bit conflicted, “But this person really looks exactly like the portrait of our Old Ancestor in the Prince of Jin Residence. Should I go up and acknowledge him as our Old Ancestor?”
At this moment, Peng Feng had already seen Peng Yi and sensed that he was one of his bloodline descendants.
“Are you the current Prince of Jin of the Prince of Jin Residence?”
“You are?” Peng Yi asked.
“Within the Prince of Jin Residence, there should be a portrait of this seat.”
“You really are the Old Ancestor?” Peng Yi said in shock, “But that’s impossible, how can a person live for hundreds of years? The stories about the Old Ancestor in the residence weren’t really made up.”
Peng Feng: “……”
This unlucky child, like most people in this era, thinks that everything from the martial artist era is just made-up myths.
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At this time.
King Mang Bai of Myanmar felt very angry.
He was the dignified king of a country.
He currently had three thousand heavily armed soldiers under his command.
The person opposite him was unarmed.
Under such circumstances, he was actually intimidated by a suddenly appearing strange blue-robed man. He sternly shouted, “Who are you?”
Peng Feng frowned, “You ask, who is this seat? Since when does a mere king of a small country have the right to ask for this seat’s name?”
Peng Feng spoke very naturally.
In his past, his name shook the entire East.
No, after defeating Temujin, even Western Europe was frightened by his name.
An ordinary king of a small country really didn’t have the qualifications to ask for his name.
However, King Mang Bai of Myanmar didn’t know of Peng Feng’s past fame. Moreover, everything from the martial artist era had become legends and myths.
Naturally, Mang Bai wouldn’t believe in the legends of the martial artist era either.
When he heard Peng Feng say that he wasn’t worthy to ask for his name, he couldn’t help but explode with anger, “This king is the king of a country, and I’m not worthy to ask for your name? You have a lot of nerve.”
“Isn’t it normal that a mere king of a small country isn’t worthy to ask for this seat’s name?” Peng Feng said in a very calm tone.
King Mang Bai of Myanmar was about to explode with anger.
He was too lazy to argue with Peng Feng any further and waved his hand, “You’re courting death, very good, very good, really very good. This king will have my three thousand soldiers chop you into mincemeat?”
Peng Feng looked shocked, “What? You plan to rely on your three thousand soldiers to challenge this seat?
A mere three thousand ordinary people are qualified to challenge this seat? And you want to chop this seat into mincemeat?
The ordinary people of this era are too ignorant of their own mortality, actually having the audacity to launch an attack on this seat.
This era really isn’t what it used to be.”
King Mang Bai of Myanmar was very tired.
What the heck.
In this era, even the fiercest general could only fight against a few dozen at most, maybe a hundred at best.
And he had three thousand fierce soldiers under his command.
As a result, this middle-aged man in blue robes actually said that three thousand people weren’t qualified to challenge him.
Too tired, then let’s destroy him.
King Mang Bai of Myanmar, after being angered, helplessly raised his hand, “Soldiers, you all heard it, this guy said that three thousand of you aren’t qualified to challenge him. For this king, chop him into mincemeat.”
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“Yes!” The three thousand Myanmar soldiers were also furious. They were three thousand people! Three thousand against one, it should be easy, yet they were looked down upon like this.
“Your Majesty, rest assured, we will kill him.”
“We will definitely chop him into mincemeat.”
“Damn it, I’m going to take his head.”
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Having said that.
These three thousand Myanmar soldiers, with fire in their hearts, charged towards Peng Feng.
The weapons of the Myanmar army of this time were still quite backward, with no firearms, mostly still using cold weapons.
It was only after nearly a hundred years later, when French colonizers sold Myanmar a large number of firearms, that Myanmar’s weapons were upgraded, and they had a large number of firearms. Then they fought a major battle with Chief Qianlong, which left Qianlong helpless and with heavy losses.
The Myanmar soldiers, holding swords and sabers in their hands, waved them as they charged towards Peng Feng, vowing to cut Peng Feng into mush.
But,
The next moment, they realized something was wrong.
When they were still a good ten yards away from Peng Feng, they discovered that their swords and sabers couldn’t cut through at all.
It was as if they had hit an invisible qi wall.
Someone, not believing in this evil, used all their strength and slashed with their saber.
But the next moment, this person was directly repelled and sent flying more than ten meters away. After being repelled, he vomited blood and looked like he wouldn’t live much longer.
This!
This!!
This!!!
What kind of evil art is this?
What kind of demonic art is this?
It actually makes swords and sabers unable to cut through.
They couldn’t cut through even from a distance of ten yards.
It was as if there was a thick, invisible qi wall.
Some Myanmar soldiers, still believing in some evil, directly spat out a mouthful of their tongue tip blood onto the invisible qi wall, thinking that this would break the evil art.
After spitting out their tongue tip blood, they went to slash with their swords and sabers again.
But the next moment.
This Myanmar soldier was directly repelled several meters, and also vomited blood. He looked like he was seriously injured as well.
Other Myanmar soldiers took out bows and arrows and shot from a distance, but it was also useless. As soon as the arrows touched the ten-yard qi wall, they bounced back, instead injuring the Myanmar soldiers themselves.
This directly terrified the remaining Myanmar soldiers.
Even swords and sabers couldn’t reach within ten yards of this person.
How could they fight against this kind of demonic art?
Many Myanmar soldiers couldn’t help but look at King Mang Bai, wanting to ask him how to handle this.
Mang Bai’s eyes were wide open as he stared at the scene before him.
He had lived for a lifetime and had never seen such an evil thing, so naturally he didn’t know how to deal with this kind of evil thing.
Faced with his subordinates’ questions, what could he say???
Not to mention Mang Bai.
Even the Southern Ming ministers who were watching the battle from the side, such as Duke of Qian Mu Tianbo and Grand Secretary Ma Jixiang, were all dumbfounded. What exactly was this strange demonic art that made it impossible to approach within ten yards?
Only Peng Yi was still saying in shock, “This, this, this kind of demonic art, the records in the ancient books passed down through our family, could they really be true?”
For a moment, the entire scene fell silent.
The scene before them was beyond everyone’s expectations.
Making everyone not know what to say.
