Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1788 - 415: Chen Jie: What? I Made the Little Ming King Cry?_4

The two of them locked eyes. Li Siqi said, "You and I have fought to this point, and we both know each other’s strength. It’s not easy for you to wound me, and it’s not easy for me to kill you. Here on this battlefield, I’m afraid we won’t be able to decide victory or defeat in a short time. Why don’t we call it off and make peace?"

Fang Guozhen replied, "I don’t really care. As long as you stop, I’ll stop. My goal today is to keep my eye on you and stop you from stirring up trouble, that’s all."

Li Siqi chuckled at that and said, "Fine, fine. Since that’s the case, then let’s just go through the motions."

As he spoke, Li Siqi casually chopped out with his blade. It looked awe‑inspiring, but its killing power was actually not strong. When Fang Guozhen saw this, he also punched out. It looked imposing as well, but was in fact showy Kung Fu. The two of them started loafing through the fight.

On the other side, the more miserable one was the Ruyang King. The Ruyang King’s own strength wasn’t high to begin with, only about Melt God First Turn, still inferior to Li Siqi and the others.

However, he excelled at commanding troops, so under the stimulus of military tactics, his combat power was still quite considerable.

But now both sides’ forces had turned into a meat grinder. The Ruyang King wanted to draw on the Military Array Power, yet was extremely passive.

Moreover, his opponent was Liu Futong, ranked seventh on the Heavenly List, a Melt God Third Turn powerhouse!

So at this moment the Ruyang King was being beaten quite wretchedly, already heavily wounded. Fortunately, his Military Array Power had never ceased; the White Deer Totem was madly sucking in the might of the White Deer Army, barely allowing him to sustain his battle with Liu Futong. Of course, Liu Futong’s body was also covered in wounds now.

You could say that on the entire battlefield, the ones truly fighting a life‑and‑death, no‑quarter duel among the Heavenly List Experts were probably just these two.

Everyone else was either wary of one another, or just going through the motions—only these two were different.

One was fighting to save the Holy Sect and protect Bright Peak; one was loyal to the court, wholeheartedly fighting for the court, determined to exterminate the Demon Sect and guard Daqian.

Thus, in this battle, it was only these two who were truly staking their lives.

"Pff..."

The Ruyang King was struck and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He wiped the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with unyielding resolve.

Liu Futong said, "Ruyang King, you are no match for me. Admit defeat."

The Ruyang King said, "I am an official, you are a bandit. How could an official admit defeat to a bandit? Come, fight again!"

The Ruyang King hefted his great saber once more and charged back into the fray.

Liu Futong watched the Ruyang King rush toward him and also charged to meet him, but his movements slowed, and a trace of pain flashed across his face. He was not as relaxed as he looked on the surface. After these successive battles—especially before Fang Guozhen had appeared, when he had forced himself to rescue Duozhi Fox—he had taken quite a serious internal injury. Otherwise, with just that meager Military Array Power on the Ruyang King’s ring, how could he possibly have fought him to a standstill for so long?

But seeing the Ruyang King charge up again, Liu Futong had no choice but to keep fighting him.

For a time, the two of them were locked in a bitter struggle.

As the fighting dragged on, the court’s bandit‑suppression troops and the Zoroastrian Sect Cult Members on the battlefield had also slaughtered each other to a white‑hot pitch. Both sides were at the limit, bayonets meeting flesh; severed limbs and broken arms littered the ground, blood turning the shields afloat.

Both sides had just about reached their limit. At this point, whichever side’s mindset collapsed would be the one to lose, so both fought like madmen, launching frenzied assaults.

In the midst of the battlefield, Chou Niu was drenched in blood, desperately shielding Xiao Niu behind him. Mighty as he was, he too had reached the point where the oil in his lamp was nearly spent; the saber in his hand felt as if filled with lead, hard to swing.

Driving back wave after wave of attacks, Chou Niu had reached his limit. If the enemy launched another charge now, he might well die in battle.

At this moment Chou Niu said to Xiao Niu, "When they rush up again, you run. Run as far as you can. Live."

"Uncle Niu, Uncle Niu..."

Xiao Niu was crying so hard he could barely speak. Chou Niu said, "Enough nonsense. Live."

Chou Niu picked up his great saber and looked at the court soldiers forming up into a square formation and grinding their way forward, steeling himself for the final stand.

But just then, from the rear of the court’s main Army, there suddenly rang out a burst of metallic clanging.

Dang dang dang~

Hearing this sound, everyone on the field froze, looking up at the sky in confusion.

The signal to sound the gong and withdraw? The court was actually sounding the gong to retreat!