"We've won?"
Xiaobao, who was besieging the Hidden Modesty Court disciples outside Chen Jing Peak, turned to look at Qianning Peak in shock and joy.
Walking out of the cave, Han Tianxing, Ouyang Nan and the others looked at each other and asked each other in disbelief.
"We've really won?"
Ouyang Nan grabbed Han Tianxing's shoulder hard, shaking him violently. He repeated the same sentence over and over again. "Did we really win?"
Han Tianxing sobbed. This stubborn man, who would not yield even if he was drenched in blood, nodded with tears streaming down his face. "We've won!
Senior Brother, we've really won! "
Ouyang Nan's eyes were brimming with tears as he raised his head and yelled, "Grand Senior Brother!
Did you see that? Did you hear that?
We've won!
Hidden Sword Court is alive!
Old Qin!
Blockhead!
Did you all see that?
Hidden Sword Court is alive! "
As he spoke, Ouyang Nan could not help but wail. Han Tianxing also burst into tears. He had come too late and could not understand Ouyang Nan and the rest of his generation. They were in the period of Hidden Sword Court's decline and destruction. They could only watch as the rope around their necks tightened bit by bit as they struggled desperately to save themselves.
But Ouyang Nan and the rest experienced it too deeply, especially as they watched their peers die one by one and leave one by one. In the end, only a dozen of them were left fighting alone.
In this lonely battle, they once again personally sent off their comrades and companions who had been with them for many years.
The moment they buried them, Ouyang Nan finally understood the true meaning of 'all who enter Hidden Sword Court are my brothers'.
Although there had been friction between them, in times of crisis, they could still entrust their backs to each other. They were even willing to sacrifice their own brothers for their companions, for Hidden Sword Court.
Their persistence, their struggles, their sacrifices, their years, they had all been dedicated to Hidden Sword Court, and now, everything had finally paid off. They had pulled Hidden Sword Court, a broken ship that was about to fall into the abyss of eternal damnation, back from the brink of death!
Qiu Chuqiu, An Tong, and the rest also came to the cave. Surprisingly, they were not too moved. Qiu Chuqiu's eyes were slightly watery. He wanted to go up and cry with Ouyang Nan, but he moved and did not go up in the end.
An Tong's gaze was complicated. In all fairness, he had deep feelings for Hidden Sword Court. However, when all these victories came, he realized that he didn't feel too happy. In fact, he even felt that all of this was a little out of place for him.
Tongqiu and Yibai, on the other hand, were crying like children. They hugged each other and cried. More than a decade of grievances and humiliation seemed to have been washed away in an instant. They finally proved their worth, they finally proved that they were not a burden.
The Hidden Modesty Court's disciples formed a stark contrast.
The first to bear the brunt was Li Xuanming. He stood motionless in the center of the grotto like a zombie, as if he could not see the various gazes around him: disappointment, disappointment, blame, anger, contempt …
He had fallen into the same shock as Ouyang Xiu. At this moment, he deeply understood how Ouyang Xiu felt when victory was right in front of her, but she was declared defeated.
The other Hidden Modesty Court disciples were all in a daze. None of them expected that Hidden Modesty Court, which had more than two thousand people, would lose to Hidden Sword Court, which didn't even have ten people!
They couldn't understand why they had lost, but the true elites had a clear understanding of what was going on.
The disciples who did not put in any effort all felt that since there were so many people, it didn't matter if one of them was missing.
However, if it was one person, two people, a few hundred people, or even a thousand people, then where was the unity of Hidden Modesty Court? Where was their fighting strength?
Although there were more than two thousand people, the ones who were actually fighting were less than a hundred people!
If more than two thousand people were united as one and focused on the same thing, then what chance did Hidden Sword Court have of winning when they issued orders and fought with their lives on the line like Hidden Sword Court?
But there was no such thing as' if 'in this world.
After Ma Qianli announced the results of the battle, the arbitrators rushed into the battlefield without needing any instructions. They began to use spells to move away the collapsed mountain boulders, rescuing the trapped and crushed disciples.
In this battle, Hidden Modesty Court suffered heavy losses. Seventeen disciples lost their lives, more than two hundred were heavily injured, and more than a thousand were lightly injured.
But the biggest impact was that this battle had destroyed Hidden Modesty Court's pride and morale. Starting from Li Xuanming, all the disciples were in a daze.
In contrast, the disciples of Hidden Sword Court had just survived a disaster, and their high morale and spirit were in stark contrast.
Xiaobao rushed to the battlefield at Qianning Peak immediately. When he saw Li Chengfeng sitting next to a boulder, his face swollen and body covered in blood, hugging the war flag tightly in his arms, Xiaobao's tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks.
"Young Master!"
Xiaobao rushed to Li Chengfeng's side, reaching out to help him up. But when his hand touched Li Chengfeng's cracked skin, Li Chengfeng sucked in a cold breath.
Li Chengfeng's face twitched, forcing a smile. He whispered with difficulty, "Be gentle!
Are you trying to kill me?
Tell me, are you trying to kill me so you can inherit my treasures? "
Xiaobao burst into laughter. He watched as Li Chengfeng's wounds slowly healed, then sat down with him. Looking at the busy arbitrators, he briefly told Li Chengfeng about the battle at Chen Jingfeng Peak, then sighed. "Young Master, is it over?"
Li Chengfeng chuckled. "Is it over?"
Xiaobao slapped his head and smiled bitterly. "There's the even scarier Hidden Brocade Court … Young Master, what should we do?
Can we beat Hidden Brocade Court? "
Li Chengfeng answered straightforwardly, "We can't!"
Xiaobao choked, then grimaced. "Then what should we do?"
Li Chengfeng retorted, "Did you think Hidden Sword Court had a chance of winning before the battle started?"
Xiaobao thought for a moment. "No.
But Young Master, I think … we still can't compare. "
Li Chengfeng was intrigued. "Oh?
What do you think? "
Xiaobao said, "The battle between Hidden Sword Court and Hidden Modesty Court is a battle of life and death for Hidden Sword Court, we have no way out. However, although it is also a battle of life and death between us and Hidden Brocade Court, at that time, we already have a way out. Perhaps Young Master and a few of us will fight to the death, but the others might not."
Li Chengfeng nodded. "Continue."
Xiaobao was encouraged, and continued, "After this battle, Young Master, you're practically at the end of your rope. You've run out of food and ammunition … Hidden Sword Court is now an arrow at the end of its flight."
Li Chengfeng nodded, pleased. "You've grown too … you've all grown."
Xiaobao said, "But without you … we're nothing."
Li Chengfeng shook his head. "Everyone fights for their own lives."
He stretched out his hand and said to Xiaobao, "Help me up. Let's discuss how we should fight the next battle."
Xiaobao helped Li Chengfeng up, his face lit up with joy. He whispered, "Young Master, you have a plan?"
Li Chengfeng scoffed. "How is that possible?"
Xiaobao's face fell. "I thought you already had a plan."