Chapter 367: The identity of the brain

After General Jin saw Mo Yuan’s gaze, he looked at Liang Yu’s actions and felt some confusion.

To begin with, he truly believed that the scoundrel who had killed his son was someone from Mo Yuan’s side, which was why his anger surged, leading him to fully unleash a saber strike at Liang Yu.

But looking at the current situation, the other party didn’t seem to be Mo Yuan’s man, nor could he possibly be from his own side.

Regarding Liang Yu’s identity, he only had some conjectures at the moment.

Liang Yu, seeing that both sides had stopped fighting, was quite displeased. He exerted force, causing the Young City Lord to cry out in pain, and then shouted at City Lord Mo Yuan.

“Old geezer, don’t stop!”

“If you stop, your son is going to get stabbed by me.”

Although Mo Yuan didn’t understand what ‘old geezer’ meant, the subsequent words made him realize that this was directed at him. For his son, he had no choice but to pick up his weapon again and entangle with General Jin, though this time, the two seemed to have an unspoken understanding, holding back in each move.

Rather than fighting, it was more like they were dancing, each move just touching, and getting closer and closer to Liang Yu.

Liang Yu chuckled again upon seeing this. After activating the barrier, he and the Young City Lord instantly vanished from their sight. Liang Yu simultaneously teleported the person onto the rooftop, watching the two below from above.

Liang Yu stood on the rooftop, mockingly watching the two below anxiously searching.

“Where do you think I’ll appear next?”

His voice echoed around them. General Jin and City Lord Mo Yuan stopped their aimless searching, looking around vigilantly.

After tying up the Young City Lord, Liang Yu threw him onto the building and reappeared behind General Jin.

He casually pulled out a sharp dagger and plunged it towards General Jin’s kidney area.

Although General Jin was clad in heavy armor, gleaming with a cold light, like an unshakeable iron tower.

However, Liang Yu’s sharp dagger pierced straight towards General Jin.

With a muffled ’thud’, the dagger penetrated his armor and fully embedded itself into his body. Blood instantly gushed from the wound, staining the armor crimson.

After doing all this, Liang Yu immediately rushed to Mo Yuan’s side under General Jin’s astonished gaze.

On the other side, Mo Yuan leaned weakly, his face as pale as paper, his lips bloodless, and large beads of sweat constantly rolling down his forehead.

His back, wounded by General Jin, had already stained his clothes red due to the intense movements just now.

Seeing Liang Yu approach, he slightly opened his eyes, a complex light flashing within them.

“You!”

“What else do you want?”

Liang Yu pulled up a chair and plopped down, looking at the two heavily injured individuals, and casually said,

“Only one of you two can live.”

“Decide your own fate.”

Upon hearing Liang Yu’s words, both of them widened their eyes. They seemed to understand the other party’s identity from this sentence.

They were naturally very clear about their own actions in West Sand City.

They could be considered local despots. Mo Yuan, as the City Lord, was still alright, as he still had some scruples.

In contrast, General Jin, a military general dispatched to guard the border, truly exemplified the saying that when a general is outside, he is not bound by the sovereign’s command.

Mo Yuan instantly understood. No wonder the other party directly killed General Jin’s beloved son; no wonder he sent him this ‘gift’.

He instantly grasped everything. Liang Yu should be a confidant sent from above, and it seemed his relationship with the Mo family was not shallow; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been as simple as just taking his son.

Being able to silently appear behind General Jin and stab him indicated he was clearly a master.

So, Mo Yuan, forcing himself to rally his spirits, shouted at the City Lord’s Mansion soldiers.

“Don’t hold back! Exterminate the traitors with full force!”

However, after Mo Yuan finished shouting, Liang Yu heard a familiar voice.

“Kill!”

“Bloodbath the City Lord’s Mansion! Avenge the Young Master!”

Although the voice was deliberately lowered, he couldn’t possibly fail to recognize the speaker.

He glanced towards the source of the sound but didn’t see the person, so Liang Yu shifted his attention to the confrontation between Mo Yuan and General Jin.

In the banquet hall, Mo Yuan and General Jin stood in tense opposition, the atmosphere reaching its peak.

Mo Yuan stood tall but his exhaustion was evident, blood seeping through his clothes from his back, staining a large area crimson. The wound was shocking, caused by General Jin’s fierce strike earlier.

General Jin, on the opposite side, was no better. He clutched his waist with one hand, blood continuously oozing between his fingers, his face contorted with pain.

His wound was precisely where Liang Yu had accurately stabbed his kidney, making his movements sluggish.

At this moment, both their eyes showed determination. Mo Yuan’s gaze was like a torch, fixed on General Jin. He knew the brutality of this battle; today, it was either his death or the other’s.

General Jin was not to be outdone. Despite the unbearable pain, his eyes still gleamed with ferocity. The long saber in his hand trembled slightly, but he still gripped it tightly, as if accumulating his last strength.

After a brief silence, General Jin made the first move, dragging his injured body towards Mo Yuan, his long saber whistling as he swung it.

Mo Yuan dodged to the side, skillfully avoiding the attack, and simultaneously counterattacked with his sword. The two exchanged blows, each move fraught with danger.

Finally, Mo Yuan seized General Jin’s opening and thrust his long sword fiercely into his heart.

General Jin’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Mo Yuan, then slowly collapsed.

Mo Yuan also sank to one knee, gasping for breath, due to his severe injuries.

After General Jin fell, his eyes remained wide open in death, still filled with unwillingness.

In the banquet hall, the soldiers saw their general fall in battle, and their morale instantly crumbled.

Their once well-trained formation was now like scattered sand, everyone’s face showing fear.

The City Lord’s Mansion army, like tigers descending from the mountains, was unstoppable. Cold, gleaming swords fell mercilessly, blood splattered, and General Jin’s soldiers were powerless to resist, quickly falling in droves.

A familiar voice rang out again.

“The general is dead, brothers, run!”

Someone shouted, and this cry was like a bursting dam, completely crushing the soldiers’ fighting spirit.

Those who were still barely resisting now threw away their armor and fled in all directions.

But how could the City Lord’s Mansion army easily let them go? They pursued them relentlessly, and in just a moment, half more soldiers lay in pools of blood.

Seeing this, the remaining soldiers stopped. They watched their comrades fall one after another, and fear completely consumed their hearts.

Finally, someone was the first to throw down their weapon and kneel in surrender.

Immediately after, more and more people followed suit, laying down their weapons.

After seeing them finish, Liang Yu came to Mo Yuan’s side. At this moment, Mo Yuan was also not in a good state; with such severe injuries, he was basically half-dead, now completely relying on a single breath to forcibly hold on.