C3 Attacking the Curseguard Village

"Young Master, these ten individuals are the Yang family's most formidable warriors. Wang Yu, Zhao Kun, and Zhou Qin are ninth level warriors, while the others are all at the eighth level," Yang Hai said, gesturing towards the ten elite guards on the Yang family's training field.

"Hai Bo, please prepare a celebration banquet at home for us; we'll be returning shortly!" Yang Rui glanced at the ten elite guards on the training field and spoke with a beaming smile.

With that, Yang Rui gestured grandly, swiftly mounted his horse, and galloped away from the Yang family estate.

The ten elite guards on the training field promptly followed suit, mounting their horses and keeping pace with Yang Rui.

Soon after, the news that Yang Rui was leading a contingent to Curseguard Village spread rapidly, thanks to the spies monitoring the Yang family. They trailed behind Yang Rui's party, eager to witness whether he could quell the rebellion in Curseguard Village.

Riding at full speed, Yang Rui glanced back at the spy tailing him. Unfazed, he pressed on towards Curseguard Village.

Yang Rui's mission to Curseguard Village was straightforward: to crush the village's rebellion and cement his authority as the new head of the Yang family.

The spies from other factions were free to disseminate the news of Yang Rui's campaign against Curseguard Village, a strategic move to deter other powers from reckless actions and to reinforce his own dominance. Thus, Yang Rui made no effort to chase away the spies, allowing them to follow.

Curseguard Village lay a mere fifty kilometers from Oakenbreak. Yang Rui and his group covered the distance on horseback in just half an hour, arriving at the outskirts of the village.

"Quick, inform the village chief that the Yang family has arrived!"

Upon seeing Yang Rui and his men approaching, Zhao Quanchen, the captain of the Curseguard Village guard, turned pale. He hastily instructed a guard beside him.

"I am Wang Yu, captain of the Yang family's First Quadron. Open the gates and let us through!"

As Yang Rui's party neared the village gates of Curseguard Village, Wang Yu boldly rode forward and called out to Zhao Quanchen and the others atop the gate.

"Release the arrows!"

Zhao Quanchen's eyes flashed dangerously as he watched Wang Yu, who stood just ten steps from the gate, and bellowed the command.

Instantly, over a dozen villagers from Curseguard nocked their bows and loosed a volley of sharp arrows at Wang Yu.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Amidst the sharp report of impacts, Wang Yu effortlessly sliced through the incoming arrows with his longsword.

"Charge!"

Seeing the Curseguard villagers fire without warning, Yang Rui's eyes glinted with menace as he issued his icy command.

Zhao Kun led the charge with a ferocious roar, lifting his Wolf Fanged Mace and thundering toward the gates of Curseguard.

Boom!

With a resounding crash, Zhao Kun's mace smashed into the gate, the force of 900 kilograms shattering it into countless splinters that scattered in all directions.

"Kill! Kill!"

After Zhao Kun breached the gate, Wang Yu and Zhou Qin, both ninth-level warriors, let out battle cries and spurred their horses past Zhao Kun, storming into Curseguard to engage the guards.

Following close behind, Zhao Kun and seven other eighth-level warriors charged in, launching their own assault on the guards.

The majority of Curseguard's guards, mere third and fourth-level fighters, stood no chance against the likes of Wang Yu, Zhou Qin, Zhao Kun, and Yang Rui's elite warriors, falling easily to their might.

Soon, only Zhao Quanchen remained standing amidst Wang Yu's onslaught, the other guards strewn across the ground, either lifeless or incapacitated, their cries of agony filling the air.

Yang Rui rode into Curseguard, his gaze falling on Zhao Quanchen who was desperately holding on. With a calm voice, he offered, "Lay down your weapons and surrender. I can spare your life."

Upon hearing Yang Rui's proposition, Wang Yu immediately stepped back, halting his attack, and awaited Zhao Quanchen's decision.

"Yang Rui, our village chief has ascended to the rank of a third-rate warrior and is now the strongest in Oakenbreak. How dare you lead an attack that has slain so many of our people? Our village chief will never forgive this affront!"

Zhao Quanchen glanced at the nearby thirty-odd bodies, a flash of rage crossing his eyes as he stared icily at Yang Rui.

"It seems you have no intention of surrendering! All three of you, attack together and kill him!"

Upon hearing Zhao Quanchen's command, Yang Rui gestured decisively and issued his order in a frosty tone.

Instantly, Wang Yu, Zhao Kun, and Zhou Qin, three ninth level warriors, summoned their inner strength, brandishing their weapons and launching an assault on Zhao Quanchen.

As merely an eighth level warrior, Zhao Quanchen could only endure Wang Yu's onslaught for a brief moment, which was the extent of his capability.

Overwhelmed by the combined force of Wang Yu, Zhao Kun, and Zhou Qin, he stood no chance. In an instant, he was struck by their three weapons, his body becoming a mangled corpse that sprawled lifelessly on the ground.

"Zhao Quanchen! You all shall pay with your lives!"

Just then, Zhao Han, the black-clad village chief of Curseguard, charged out from the heart of the village. Witnessing the dismemberment of Zhao Quanchen, a vicious gleam sparked in his eyes as he bellowed in fury.

Amidst his thunderous roar, Zhao Han brandished his stainless steel spear and charged toward Yang Rui.

"Kill him!"

Seeing Zhao Han's approach, Yang Rui gestured once more, his voice as cold as ice, commanding his men.

Without delay, Wang Yu, Zhao Kun, and Zhou Qin, the trio of ninth level warriors, spurred their horses forward to meet Zhao Han's charge.

Quickly closing in, they raised their weapons, aiming to strike Zhao Han down then and there.

Confronted by the onslaught of Wang Yu, Zhao Kun, and Zhou Qin, Zhao Han let out an enraged roar, his internal power flowing fiercely. The strength within him surged, and with a sweeping motion, his stainless steel spear lashed out.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sharp clang of metal on metal rang out as Zhao Han's spear, filled with formidable force, clashed with the weapons of the three ninth level warriors. The shockwaves of the impact coursed through the spear, jolting Wang Yu, Zhao Kun, and Zhou Qin from their mounts to crash heavily onto the ground.

"Go to hell, all of you!"

After unseating the three ninth-level warriors with a single shot, Zhao Han's eyes gleamed menacingly. His internal energy surged, and the stainless steel spear in his grasp sliced through the air with lethal precision, thrusting toward Wang Yu, Zhao Kun, and Zhou Qin.

Confronted with Zhao Han's relentless spear assault, Wang Yu, Zhao Kun, and Zhou Qin, all ninth-level warriors, had their faces contort with alarm. They quickly summoned their inner strength and brandished their weapons in a desperate attempt to fend off Zhao Han's attacks.

Yet, Zhao Han was a formidable third-rate warrior, possessing not only the raw power of a thousand kilograms but also the amplification of his internal energy. His combat prowess was overwhelming. Within a mere handful of exchanges, Wang Yu, Zhao Kun, and Zhou Qin found themselves teetering on the brink of defeat, at risk of being slain by Zhao Han at any moment.