I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 989 - Two Hundred and Eighty-Three Fan Yong

Chapter 989: Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-Three: Fan Yong

Chapter 989 -Two Hundred and Eighty-Three: Fan Yong

“Return to base camp!”

With clenched teeth, Tonglu commanded the two wolf soldiers supporting him.

“But, Third Commander.”

The two young men, looking hesitantly towards the half-fallen brothers of the Wuyi Sect at the edge of the cliff, said, “But the brothers…”

“Are my orders not to be followed!?”

With eyes reddened, Tonglu’s expression was especially fierce, and the young men, not daring to disobey, each supported one of his arms and escorted him back along the path.

Similarly, the remaining wolf soldier sergeant carried a brother, staggering on the way back, not wishing to stay a moment longer.

The warriors who set out to forge a path through the mountains returned in defeat, and within the encampment at Snake Fang Mountain, several uninvited guests had appeared.

Just as Tong Dali gathered his men with the intention of returning to the sect’s mountain gate, a foot soldier commander wearing a fifth-grade Cloud Tiger army uniform, accompanied by three sixth-grade Yan Leopard valiant cavalry lieutenants, appeared on the mountain path of Snake Fang Mountain.

Upon seeing the newcomers, Tong Dali and Tonghu were shocked and hurried to open the mountain gate to welcome them.

Although they did not recognize the fifth-grade foot soldier commander, the person accompanying him was none other than Ji Yongchen, one of the three great valiant cavalry lieutenants of the Wuyi Sect in the Beimang region. After Hui Ling Mountain fell, those of the Wuyi Sect either fled or perished. After the three brothers lost contact with the retreating main force, they established themselves on Snake Fang Mountain, not expecting to be found by the old chief.

As it had been when they first joined the sect, when Cloud Tiger General and his three valiant cavalry lieutenants arrived at the mountain, they saw Tong Dali and Tonghu with their followers of the faith, standing straight at the mountain gate, as if awaiting inspection.

Ji Yongchen, seeing the respectful demeanor of Tong Dali and Tonghu, nodded in satisfaction and whispered to the man leading the way, “General, these are Tong Dali and Tonghu whom I mentioned to you. Though they have established themselves on Snake Fang Mountain, they surely have no disloyal intentions. I hope the General will see clearly and not be swayed by slander from others.”

The man addressed as the general didn’t even turn around but merely gave the mountain a cursory glance, saying indifferently, “The Grand Sect issued the summons two full months ago. If they truly have faith in the holy teachings, why have they not returned to the mountain gate upon hearing the news?”

“This…” Ji Yongchen was suddenly at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.

Tong Dali and Tonghu, overhearing this, were even more anxious and despairing.

Little did they expect to be found by the sect’s general before anyone else, nor did they anticipate that this leading Cloud Tiger General would present such an aura of murderous determination.

The man in the fifth-grade Cloud Tiger military attire was named Fan Yong, a formidable figure from the Fierce Realm who joined Hui Ling Mountain “in admiration” following the Sect Leader of the Blood Lion emerging in Beimang. He was highly valued by the Sect Leader of the Blood Lion and had been decreed Cloud Banner General, serving as the leading general of the Wuyi Sect in Beimang. In times of war, he was the supreme commander with the authority to direct and deploy all infantry and cavalry lieutenants.

The reason he was so highly regarded by the Sect Leader of the Blood Lion wasn’t due to possessing the highest level of cultivation, but because Fan Yong was both ruthless and obedient. Since joining the Wuyi Sect, he had become the most zealous believer in their canon. Aside from the Xunliu Slash Wind saber tucked at his waist, he always carried a copy of the Wuyi Sect’s canon within the wide sleeves of his robe.

Those on Hui Ling Mountain had described Fan Yong thus: if he opened the canon and asked you a question that you couldn’t answer, be prepared to face the Xunliu Slash Wind!

Fan Yong approached Tong Dali and Tonghu, flicked his sleeve to reveal a dark red canon, flipped it open, and asked Tong Dali indifferently, “What is the first doctrine of the Wuyi Sect?”

“Apart from the Emperor of the Southern Heavens, there can be no other belief; one must not take the Emperor of the Southern Heavens’ name in vain; one should honor the commanders; one must not fight amongst one’s own; one must not commit adultery with the spouses of brothers within the sect; one must not falsify subordinates’ achievements out of greed; one must not seize the cultivation resource quotas of subordinates.”

Having closed the scripture, Fan Yong nodded and said, “It seems you have not forgotten the sacred teachings of the holy religion, your capital punishment shall be forgiven. After three hundred lashes, return to General Ji Yongchen’s command and observe your later behavior.”

“Thank you, great commander!”

Tong Dalai, as if granted amnesty, was about to speak when he saw the other person step in front of Tong Hu, causing his heart to thump.

Fan Yong reopened the scripture, and spoke indifferently to Tong Hu, “Why did the Southern Emperor establish the holy religion?”

“Because… because….”

In his panic, Tong Hu broke into a cold sweat, but his mind remained blank.

Although he had spent years rigorously practicing martial arts, he had neglected his study of the scriptures. If it were a milder moment, he might have been able to recall something, but now, facing Fan Yong’s emotionless eyes, he could hardly remember his own name, let alone the founding purpose of the holy religion.

“The foreign devils shall bring about the end of the world, the Southern Emperor could not bear to see the common people suffer, and established the Wuyi Sect to select believers and bestow upon them divine powers. You, who have forgotten even the origins of the holy religion, do you still deserve to hold the rank of Sergeant?”

Fan Yong closed the scripture with his left hand, and drew his wind-slicing Xun Liu with his right, raising it high. The blue blade gleamed with a mysterious light, and under Tong Dalai’s incredulous expression, the head of his second brother, Tong Hu, soared high before crashing heavily to the ground.

“No!!!!”

Tong Dalai, enraged, stood up, only to be restrained around the neck and arms by several Sergeants behind him. Fan Yong glanced at Tong Dalai, sheathed the Xun Liu back at his waist, and said to the believers, “Today, I beheaded the holy religion’s traitor, Tong Hu, in this place, not to assert my authority, but to make clear to all of you that from the moment you join the holy religion, everything you have is granted by the holy religion. Even if one day you forget your own names, you should remember where the holy religion came from and why it exists. Have you all understood this!!”

The roar, like a tiger’s bellow, sent chills through the crowd, prompting them to respond instinctively in a wave.

Only Tong Dalai stood dazed, staring at the motionless Tong Hu, his face etched with sorrow.

This was what Third Commander Tong Lu saw when he returned to the tent.

A few unfamiliar faces stood in the center of the parade ground, his eldest brother Tong Dalai in a daze, while the head of his second brother was facing him, his eyes wide open in death.

Some distance away stood a figure, expressionless like a charlatan, holding a scripture in hand.

“I’ll kill you!”

Regaining his strength, Tong Lu, without a second thought, charged at Fan Yong with a shout. The Xun Liu glinted again, and a blue streak crossed at waist level. Tong Lu felt very light, as if he had taken flight.

Then, he plummeted to the ground. Twisting his head, he saw his lower body lying far from him, while his enemy was still within sight.

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The upper half of Tong Lu regretted and feared, but he had no chance to turn back. He could only crawl forward using both hands, his intestines and organs trailing in a bloody mix behind him. Some believers, unable to bear the sight, turned their heads away.

The fiercely crawling Tong Lu did not head towards Fan Yong but towards the head of Tong Hu lying on the ground.

With trembling hands, he closed Tong Hu’s eyes. Tong Lu tried to lift his head to say something to Tong Dalai, but after straining to raise his neck, he merely pursed his lips, then collapsed heavily, never to rise again.