Su Ran witnessed the enemy camp falling into disarray, a scattered mess of chaos, and keenly realized this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. With a resolute gaze, he gripped his cold, glistening longsword and, like a bolt of black lightning, took the lead, charging into the enemy ranks without a moment's hesitation. Wherever he passed, the enemy soldiers retreated in panic, as if struck by the terrifying aura radiating from him. Seeing this, the coalition troops were emboldened; their morale surged, and they followed Su Ran like tigers descending from the mountains, their momentum so unstoppable it seemed they would crush everything in their path.
The commander of the mysterious international organization saw the situation spiraling out of control and realized that if he did not intervene personally, total defeat was inevitable. He stepped forward to face Su Ran, desperate to make a final stand. The commander was burly and tall, like a towering mountain, clad in heavy black armor that shimmered with an icy sheen under the sunlight. He wielded a long saber that emitted a cold, eerie glow, as if infused with endless chill. His swordplay was fierce and sharp; every swing whipped up a gale, the whistling wind carrying a force of ten thousand pounds that chilled the marrow.
Su Ran and the commander clashed instantly, a blur of sword and blade crossing in a dazzling display. They traded blows, neither giving an inch, every move pregnant with lethal intent. Drawing on years of…
Chapter 88