A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 610: Who are you?

He was a junior, having arrived late, and was unaware of the situation inside the city. Therefore, he could not act rashly and could only use this method to get through first.

The messenger received the order and mounted a fast horse, rushing toward Yanguan City.

Those few tribes amounted to no more than twenty thousand people, so they could not possibly surround such a large city completely; there were bound to be vulnerabilities.

Even if there were none, that small squad of messengers would find a weakly defended spot and tear open a breach to enter. They were elite soldiers chosen from the Three Great Camps under Commander Xiao’s command, each capable of matching three ordinary soldiers. Thus, such a trivial task would certainly not stump them.

And sure enough, in less than a Shi Chen, this squad of messengers successfully appeared inside General Fan You’s tent.

By rights, General Fan should have been pleased to receive reinforcements. However, that was not the case; General Fan was not pleased. On the contrary, he was infuriated.

So, when that small squad of messengers said, "Our Commander wishes to discuss the battle plan with General Fan, aiming for coordination from within and without..."

At that moment, General Fan directly interrupted them.

"Coordination from within and without? Hah! Sorry!"

"The soldiers under my command have fought over a dozen battles, big and small!"

"We’ve suffered heavy casualties; there are no able-bodied men left in the city, only the old, weak, sick, and disabled!"

The implication was clear:

The messengers looked at each other in dismay. Just as they were about to say more, General Fan drove them out.

"Be gone!"

Having no choice, the messengers had to withdraw and return the way they came.

「Fifty li outside Yanguan City.」

Xia Tingfeng was shocked after hearing what the messengers had to say. "Did he... really say that?"

The messengers nodded their heads.

Xia Tingfeng narrowed his eyes, his gaze suddenly sharp, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a cold smile.

"I understand. You may stand down for now. Without my orders, no one is permitted to act without authorization!"

"Yes!"

A few soldiers cupped their fists in salute and then withdrew.

Xia Tingfeng’s frown deepened, his fists beneath his sleeves clenched tighter, and the glint in his eyes grew sharper. "How troublesome!"

He slammed a fist onto the map, his gaze turning frosty. Ultimately, he had no choice but to rally his spirits and continue studying the map.

「After nightfall.」

The camp gradually quieted down. Even Yanguan City, enveloped by siege, settled into an uneasy calm. The thick darkness of the night concealed everything.

Just then, a pitch-black figure suddenly darted out of a tent and, with astonishing speed, raced toward Yanguan City.

Before long, the figure reached the towering city wall. SWOOSH! A grappling hook shot out and bit firmly into the wall. Like a spider dangling from a thread, the figure swung a few times against the city wall before scaling it in the blink of an eye. Then, with a leap, he vanished.

Indeed, this person was Xia Tingfeng.

His destination was General Fan You’s tent.

He had long committed the map of the city to memory. Thus, Xia Tingfeng easily located General Fan You’s tent.

Timing his movements, he evaded wave after wave of patrolling soldiers and arrived before the main tent. He poked a stick of Bewitching Incense into the tent. In less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, the people inside collapsed one by one.

Xia Tingfeng’s lips curled into a smile. Just as he was about to enter the tent, a dark figure suddenly flashed before his eyes.

"Who’s there?" he asked warily, his sharp gaze sweeping his surroundings.

Just as he was thinking this, SWOOSH! The dark figure darted before his eyes once more.

This time he saw them clearly. Xia Tingfeng rose, gathered his energy, and with a light tap of his toes, gave chase. "Don’t run!"

"Stop right there!"

The figure did not respond, just kept running ahead. Xia Tingfeng’s lightness skill was no joke; he caught up in the blink of an eye. He even threw a punch, knocking the other to the ground.

"Don’t move!"

"If you move again, I’ll kill you!"

Xia Tingfeng warned repeatedly, but the figure paid no heed and continued to flee. A glint of murderous intent now appeared in his eyes.

The figure took a palm strike and seemed somewhat injured, but quickly got back on their feet. Xia Tingfeng, not wanting to delay any further, pressed his attack.

The other met his attack instantly, and the two engaged in combat, exchanging blows. Their opponent’s martial arts were formidable, each move targeting vital acupoints!

"Who are you?" Xia Tingfeng asked while fighting.

The figure finally spoke, their voice deep and magnetic. "And who are you?"

Just four words, yet brimming with an imposing aura!

Xia Tingfeng narrowed his eyes and sneered. "You first!"

The figure also sneered. "Why should I go first? And why should I tell you!"

While exchanging words, they continued to trade blows, move for move.

Neither gained an advantage nor suffered a loss; they fought to a virtual standstill. This irritated Xia Tingfeng.