Why do I have so many masters?

The opposing Parthian general shouted angrily. Wang Anfeng could not understand, but beside him, Lv Guanhong, gripping his knife tightly in tension, said:

"He, he wants us to give up resistance."

"Otherwise, he will kill us on the spot after three breaths."

The Parthian general shouted angrily again. The Parthian Jianghu people near his back suddenly changed their expressions and leapt back fiercely, leaving only Wang Anfeng and Lv Guanhong standing against the military blades.

The surrounding City Army organized the civilians to evacuate, while the elite Iron Floaters in front were subtly hiding the panicked civilians behind their bodies.

Wang Anfeng held his weapon diagonally, taking deep breaths.

His Inner Breath was too depleted, causing his breathing to be painful and burning. From afar, he could still hear various discussions from others. Although he couldn't understand the specifics, Wang Anfeng grasped their meaning and confusion.

As if they were saying—

Are you crazy?

Do you not regret?

This is not a confrontation in the Jianghu.

Parthia is a nation, and here, is the royal city of Parthia's lords.

Such a situation of being surrounded by enemies on all sides was too familiar to him.

Not the first time...

Wang Anfeng closed his eyes, as if seeing a thirteen-year-old boy holding green bamboo running through the mountains, imagining himself struggling and falling in the Pharmacist Valley. His expression suddenly relaxed a bit, saying:

"Old Lv, why do you practice martial arts?"

Lv Guanhong was taken aback, saying: "What?"

But he soon realized the young man beside him was not paying attention to him, instead answering himself, smiling as if something dawned on him:

"I practice martial arts not to be a well-behaved meal bucket."

"Not a slave, not a servant."

"Nor to be a blind and deaf person who turns a blind eye and lives shrinking their necks. To be blind and deaf with martial arts would indeed make life very easy, wouldn't it? With silver, treasures, all sorts of indulgences..."

"Things that can't be overlooked must be managed."

The voice paused, and Lv Guanhong heard his voice turning calm. Instead of asking him, it was more like he was answering himself.

"I practice martial arts because I want to be a hero."

"So, matters that officials won't handle, I will."

"Evil law won't kill, I will kill."

"No regrets."

"In the Jianghu and in Heaven and Earth, there are too many smart people who leverage advantages and never suffer losses. There must always be some fools who don't know how to judge the timing and often bang their heads till they bleed, right?"

Lv Guanhong saw the Iron Floaters in front begin to slowly approach, feeling his throat dry and his adam's apple bobbing, saying:

"But, but... no one cares anymore."

"And you're not doing this because you promised someone, or for friends or family or anything..."

He almost didn't know what he was saying.

He looked at the cold image of the Great Qin doctor in front, hearing him chuckle, "So inside Parthian Empire, heroes are like this?"

"Great Qin is not."

"What you mentioned is the retainer, not the hero... seeing injustice and drawing the sword to help is heroism. Heroes always draw their swords for the weak, unafraid to face stronger ones. And Lv Guanhong, what do you think, how will today's matter spread?"

He turned his face slightly, his mouth calm, though there was a hint of smile in his eyes.

"Guess, would anyone be willing to be a fool because of this?"

Lv Guanhong was momentarily speechless.

Wang Anfeng's right hand tightened around the spear, the spear blade subtly vibrating, and then shattered directly, clattering to the ground. Then he grasped the spear with both hands, drawing a half-circle on the ground, while the Iron Floaters erupted with a roar, uniformly sprinting.

Wang Anfeng's right hand held the spear slowly at his chest, then suddenly exerted force, pushing backward with a thrust, catching Lv Guanhong off guard and sending him flying backward.

The old man's eyes widened, his right hand instinctively reaching forward.

Watching that figure with the spear without a blade advance fiercely, also roaring in a low voice.

One person, five hundred.

The sound of footsteps was like a muffled thunder—

The distance between them was rapidly closing.

Ten zhang,

Eight zhang,

Three zhang.

Wang Anfeng swung his hands horizontally, the spear without a blade spun fiercely, the vigorous qi dispersed; the charge of the iron cavalry was abruptly interrupted, several of the foremost iron cavalry were sent flying to the sides, crashing through walls and houses, yet they did not perish, merely fell unconscious.

Then, Lv Guanhong watched the figure melt into the steel torrent.

The surrounding bustling Parthia, mixed with confusion, ridicule, curiosity, sighs, and sentiments, and amidst such a tumultuous sound, that silhouette ran alone, vaguely he heard a phrase.

"Though facing nine deaths."

"Still without regret."

A blast of qi exploded.

In a moment of confusion, Lv Guanhong seemed to see that pale golden phantom again, it appeared to solidify for a moment, but then it seemed like an illusion.

The noise vanished instantly, all Jianghu people fell into silence, watching bodies being repelled, watching that figure move straight ahead, seeing wounds appear on his body.

Under the Military Formation, the Qi Mechanism of a Middle Third Rank Martial Artist would not have any particular advantage; cutting a path through five hundred elite warriors single-handedly, not immediately being defeated, was already a remarkable achievement.

Moreover, among these Defending Generals, there was even a Sixth Rank Martial Artist as the core.

Finally, after an unknown span of time.

A booming sound resonated like a war drum, the entire city seemed to tremble, as the shaft of the iron spear heavily cleaved onto the enormous city gate symbolizing the military exploits of King Balman.

In the midst of astonished cries, under the outraged glares of the defending army, the gate slowly toppled backward.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, stepped onto the gigantic city gate, and walked away, the defending army hearing him softly humming a tune, somewhat familiar, seemed to be something country folk often sang.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng paused, looking back at the Jianghu people over there, at the Parthian defending army already intimidated by him, not daring to advance, glancing at the burning White Pagoda.

His pupils seemed to traverse a far distance, seeing that lavish Royal Mansion.

The chief of the iron cavalry had the most powerful martial arts, himself already a Sixth Rank Martial Artist; if not for Wang Anfeng's inherent inner strength and physique exceeding a typical Fifth Rank and having a Divine Weapon for protection, he might not have escaped unscathed.

This General, having no strength left to fight, removed his faceplate, bruised and weary, gritted his teeth:

"You, why..."

"Could not bear to see it, too filthy..."

"It's disgusting in the heart."

The voice was indifferent.

Wang Anfeng's gaze landed on that opulent Royal Mansion, because of Mr. Ying's Pupil Skill, his vision was very clear, suddenly finding that place repulsively dirty.

With his right hand, he hefted the iron spear, then, with a tremor in his wrist, infused the remaining qi mechanism into it, and then, in the resentful eyes of the iron cavalry, threw it with all his might towards the city.

The whistling sound was as if the most majestic eagle cried in the sky.

The iron spear in hand, resembling a siege crossbow, instantly crossed several miles.

Heavily embedded in the plaque of the Royal Mansion.

The four grand and dignified words instantly cracked from the middle, barely supporting themselves as they swayed left and right, then collapsed to the sides, falling to the ground with a crack.

Wang Anfeng spat blood-tinged spittle towards the direction of the Royal Mansion.

With a hearty laugh, he staggered, turning to leave.

"Parthian Chronicles·Volume Thirteen"

'At the beginning of the fifth year of the Great Yuan Era of Great Qin, the thirty-second year of the King of Parthia, there was a rebel riot, a force of 1,500 rebels was completely destroyed, the iron cavalry besieged the city, but failed, fortunately receiving celestial protection, wounded but not dead.'

'The king was furious, dispatched the entire Parthian army to strike.'

"Biographies of Wandering Heroes·Parthian Volume"

In the thirty-second year of the King of Parthia, Wang Anfeng of Great Qin destroyed the rebellious army, breached the city, seriously wounded and departed, the civilians protecting the army, struck with sticks, did not kill a single person.

The Jianghu was stirred.

He wished to execute him for the king's amusement.

PS: Today's update is presented... the word count is a bit less, will write more tomorrow... feels like the prologue has begun...