Chapter 134: Fighting Four At Once, Song Jiang Fears Death
As soon as the leader of the large camp, Wang Lun, finished speaking, the Iron Spear Wang Dashou opposite him roared immediately:
“Come if you want, do you think your grandpa is afraid of you!”
With that, he urged his mount, swung his twin spears, and with a “Mount Tai Crushing Down,” he charged at Wang Lun.
Wang Lun kicked the stirrups with both feet, held his spear with both hands, and with a “Keng dudududu,” he blocked and pushed Wang Dashou’s two iron spears away.
As the two horses passed each other, Wang Dashou’s arms felt slightly numb, and he thought to himself in surprise:
“I didn’t expect Wang Lun to have so much strength!
No wonder Eldest Brother and Second Brother were no match for him!”
While thinking, he turned his horse around and fought with Wang Lun again.
Wang Lun sincerely wanted to establish his prestige, shaking his black tasseled spear up and down, moving as if he had no form!
After only three exchanges, with a “pa” sound, he knocked off Wang Dashou’s helmet; after a few more rounds, with a “huā lā” sound, his armor plates were also shattered and flew off!
After a few more exchanges, Wang Dashou had already sustained several spear wounds!
Although they were not fatal, the scoundrel still broke out in a sweat.
Deng Fei, the Fiery-Eyed Lion, Ou Peng, the Golden-Winged Eagle, and Deng Tianbao, the Heaven-Severing General, who were watching the battle, saw Wang Dashou’s disheveled state and thought to themselves almost simultaneously:
“Wang Lun’s spear technique is superb, and his martial arts are formidable. It seems that it will be difficult to win in a one-on-one fight!”
At that moment, the three of them called out in unison: “Brother Wang Dashou （ Third Brother ） don’t be afraid, we brothers will fight him together.”
Then, the three of them urged their horses and charged forward together, encircling Wang Lun, and engaged in a fierce battle like a revolving lantern!
Seeing this, Zhu Tong, the Bearded Duke, hurriedly said to Shangguan Yi, the Dragon-Catching Hand:
“Yang Lie, the Poison Fire Dragon, will be handled by me and Lei Heng. Brother Shangguan Yi, quickly go and help Brother Wang Lun!”
Lei Heng, the Winged Tiger, also shouted: “We may lose, but we cannot lose face. We cannot just stand by and watch Brother Wang Lun be ganged up on by those scoundrels!
Brother Shangguan, hurry up!…”
Hearing their anxious chatter, Shangguan Yi couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh:
“A few mere scoundrels with third-rate, trivial skills, how can they be Brother Wang Lun’s opponents?
If I’m not mistaken, Brother must not have the intention to kill, and is thinking of capturing those scoundrels!
Otherwise, those four would have died on the spot by now!
Don’t worry, both captains!
It’s not that no one in this world can defeat Brother Wang Lun, but there is no one here today who can!”
While Shangguan Yi was speaking, Song Jiang, the Timely Rain, on the opposite side, also quietly said to the heroes beside him:
“That Wang Lun is truly formidable!
I’m afraid that even if Deng Fei, Ou Peng, Wang Dashou, and Deng Tianbao fight together, they still won’t be able to do anything to him!
All you brothers, be ready. If we see that those four brothers are not his match later, all of us will charge forward together!
Today, no matter the cost, we must keep that Wang Lun here!…”
While he was still speaking, Wang Lun had already exchanged a few more spear thrusts with Ou Peng, Deng Fei, and Deng Tianbao at the front of the battle, and he already had a good idea of their abilities.
He smiled slightly and said, “I’m not afraid even if all of you come up. It will be more lively to fight with more people.”
Saying this, he brandished his black tasseled spear, as if playing around, and twisted the spear to fight the four of them.
As they fought, the leader of the camp couldn’t help but feel a bit bored, and thought to himself:
“Although I intend to recruit these scoundrels to join Liangshan, they really don’t know their place!
Forget it, I’ll just end it quickly!”
After making up his mind, Wang Lun suddenly trembled his spear with both hands, and the spear techniques of the black tasseled spear changed!
With a “shua,” he thrust directly at Wang Dashou.
Wang Dashou quickly swung his spear with both hands and fiercely parried.
After Wang Lun shook his spearhead to knock open Wang Dashou’s twin spears, he braced his arm, twisted his spear, and shouted:
“You scoundrel, get down!”
Wang Dashou, caught off guard, was poked at his armor belt, and thought to himself:
“Ah! The leader of the large camp, Wang Lun, is sparing my life.”
While thinking, the roughneck blurted out:
“Get down if you want!”
Before he finished speaking, his body tilted with Wang Lun’s spear force, and he fell off his horse.
At this moment, Deng Tianbao urged his horse forward again, swung his bintie large spear, and thrust it at Wang Lun’s head.
Wang Lun tilted his body and dodged the spear. As the two horses passed each other, the leader of the camp raised his right foot and shouted:
“You scoundrel, get down too!”
This kick landed directly on Deng Tianbao’s buttocks.
With a “gudong” sound, this roughneck also fell off his horse headfirst.
Wang Lun had just turned his horse back when he saw that Deng Fei and Ou Peng, the leaders of the two camps, had also come up at the same time.
Before these two leaders could swing their large sabers, Wang Lun had already urged his Thousand-Mile Black-and-White Leopard forward, using his spearhead to the left and his spear grip to the right, pushing and shoving, knocking Deng Fei and Ou Peng off their horses!
The four roughnecks were seen lying on the ground, Wang Dashou with his legs curled, Deng Tianbao with his chin raised, Deng Fei with his nose askew, and Ou Peng with his eyes wide open!
They all stared at the black tasseled spear in Wang Lun’s hand, motionless.
“Hahahaha…!”
Wang Lun held his spear with both hands, looking at the pathetic state of these four roughnecks, and laughed heartily.
After laughing, he scolded: “Hey! You few good-for-nothings, listen up!
I am not a bloodthirsty and murderous person. Your lives are worth nothing in my eyes!
If you are sensible, stay put and don’t move!
If you dare to wield your weapons again, you will be killed without mercy!
Shangguan Yi, keep an eye on these four, just like Yang Lie, the Poison Fire Dragon!”
With that, he was about to spur his horse towards Song Jiang.
Ou Peng, who was formerly from a military household and the leader of the Huangmen Mountain large camp, was sharp-minded!
Seeing that Wang Lun had been holding back his strength, and recalling what Wang Lun had just said, he couldn’t help but feel some hesitation towards Song Jiang!
Gritting his teeth, he slowly stood up, cupped his hands towards Wang Lun, and said:
“Leader Wang Lun’s martial arts are far superior to ours, the four brothers. He is indeed a true hero!
We in the martial world have a saying: ‘We don’t get to know each other without fighting.’
Earlier, we brothers fought you without knowing our limits.
We are deeply grateful that the great leader showed mercy with his spear and spared our lives!
Rest assured! We are not those persistent and vile scoundrels!
Since the great leader said we are not allowed to move rashly, we brothers will stay here obediently!”
“Haha! Brother Ou Peng is indeed a wise and outstanding hero!”
Wang Lun laughed loudly, then spurred his horse towards Song Jiang, not forgetting to shout:
“Hey! You, Song Jiang, Short Black Fellow, I already gave you a chance just now, but you remained indifferent!
Since that is the case, then die!”
Seeing the leader of the camp charging with killing intent, Song Jiang’s face changed greatly, and he immediately shouted:
“All brothers, strike quickly and block Wang Lun!
Flying Marshal Kuang Jinlong, Soul-Snatching General Sha Mohai, Dragon Emerging from the Forest Zou Yuan, and Single Horn Dragon Zou Run, you four quickly go and capture that giant warrior and Zhu Tong and Lei Heng!
Brother Di Lei, Daoist Priest Wu Jiao, quickly come and protect me…”
