Deng Ting drove for two hours before stopping in front of a row of makeshift camp gates. "Lieutenant Colonel Yang, we're arrived," she said to Yang Xi. "All right, you two wait here. I'm going in without a gun, just this saber and an axe. If you hear gunshots, fire the rocket launcher directly. Don't worry about blowing me up." Facing the impending battle, Yang Xi's demeanor had turned ruthless. Both women could feel a chilling aura radiating from him, sharp as a frozen sword piercing straight into their hearts.
Step by step, Yang Xi walked toward the camp gate. Two men in black guarded the entrance, their heads tightly wrapped so their features were completely concealed, making it impossible to tell their age or gender. Both carried long, sheathed sabers resembling military blades from RZ. The slender, straight blades exuded an aura of death, and the intricate, sturdy handguards looked like evil spirits guarding a lethal weapon. When the two men drew their blades from the scabbards, the harsh screech sounded like the gates of Hell swinging open.
"Ha! They've got some skills. No wonder those kids took losses—both guards are seasoned fighters," Yang Xi thought, observing their movements with a flicker of shock, though it was barely a ripple. He slowly unhooked the Husa Saber from his back, removed the leather sheath, and wiped the blade three times against his clothes, a cruel, wicked smile playing on his lips. Suddenly, like a phantom, he flashed right beside the two guards…
Chapter 99