Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Up to now, the iron weapons Xia Hong had seen were basically broadswords.

Wang Ming of Da Shi, Luo Ming in front of him, and the other three earth-burrowing realm cultivators in Rogue Camp, only Li Baihe carried a bow in addition to his broadsword, which was their primary weapon.

Including Li Hu, who came from Beishuo, also used a wild goose blade.

Only Yang Ning used a sword.

There was a reason for this.

Firstly, compared to other weapons, the forging process of broadswords was relatively simple.

According to the length and thickness required by the user, the raw iron was shaped, then a single-sided edge was opened, and a wooden handle was attached.

Secondly, it was the characteristic of the blade itself.

The blade was like a fierce tiger, also the leader of all weapons, with techniques such as cleaving, chopping, slicing, and cutting, all used in a bold and unrestrained manner, making it arguably the bravest among all weapons.

The humans in the camp often faced powerful creatures such as cold beasts and strange monsters.

Having courage was undoubtedly more beneficial.

After all, in a battle between two strong opponents, the brave one wins.

At this moment, of the seven people surrounding the wooden puppet monster, five were using blades.

Under the siege of five bold and unrestrained blade attacks, the wooden puppet monster did not show any signs of defeat.

As it moved and dodged, its right hand gently plucked, and the transparent white threads seemed to come alive, constantly coiling around it, continuously resisting and dissolving the five people's blade attacks.

Xia Hong flashed to the side, dodging a white thread, and his fists, feet, and waist suddenly exerted force simultaneously. He aimed at the gap between Luo Ming and Shang Ping's blade retractions, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he gripped the broadsword with both hands, violently chopping back from right to left.

Clang…

The broadsword did not chop onto the wooden puppet monster's body, but was blocked by the net of densely packed transparent threads. However, the terrifying force transmitted from the blade almost pressed the threads onto the wooden puppet monster's face.

The wooden puppet monster's main energy was used to deal with Yang Ning's long sword, so it only used a small portion of the threads to deal with the other six people.

Xia Hong's close-range attack, due to the great force, it was unable to dodge in time.

"Good opportunity, attack quickly…"

Despite being shocked by Xia Hong's previous blade strike, Luo Ming would naturally not miss such a good opportunity when the wooden puppet monster's movements were restricted. He shouted sternly and, together with Shang Ping, fiercely slashed horizontally at the wooden puppet monster, one from above and one from below.

The wooden puppet monster retreated madly, but how could Li Hu, who was already attacking its rear, let it escape? The wild goose blade drew a cold light in the air, bringing a rustling sound as it slashed swiftly, the target being its back.

Yang Ning, who was blocking it from the front, seeing that the wooden puppet monster was restrained by three sides, waved the silver long sword in his hand even more continuously, the sword edge almost forming a continuous line into a surface, blocking all the dodging space above and in front of the wooden puppet monster tightly.

Shoo… shoo… shoo…

Li Baihe was not idle either. He was the only one among the seven who used a bow. Seeing that the six people had already sealed off the wooden puppet monster from all sides, he broke away from the battle group, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at the wooden puppet monster's head, and fired three arrows in a row.

Not to mention dodging the three incoming arrows, Yang Ning in front was already making the wooden puppet monster's movements appear a bit flustered, let alone the three waves of people on the left and right sides and behind.

The wooden puppet monster was obviously on the verge of desperation.

A trace of hope appeared on everyone's faces.

However, this trace of hope had just appeared, and disappeared immediately the next second.

The wooden puppet monster, looked around to the left and right, raised the small knife that it had not been using in its left hand, and suddenly slashed at Luo Ming and Shang Ping on the left side.

That small knife was only three inches long, extremely petite, even describing it as a dagger was a bit of an exaggeration, not to mention comparing it to the broadsword in Luo Ming's hand, it was probably not even as big as an ordinary person's palm.

What was it going to cut with such a small knife?

Chī…

But the next second, everyone was instantly dumbfounded.

With a chī lā sound, the broadsword in Luo Ming's hand was directly cut off by that small knife.

Moreover, it was the blade part that was cut off, the notch was even incredibly smooth.

This small knife was actually sharp to this extent!

A sinister smile appeared on the wooden puppet monster's face, enjoying the reactions of the crowd. At the same time, the small knife did not stop. Like lightning, it immediately turned around after cutting off Shang Ping's blade below, and held up the knife to block Li Hu's wild goose blade attacking from behind.

"You think my hundred-forged wild goose blade is the same as theirs? Dream on!"

Li Hu saw through the wooden puppet monster's plan at a glance, and thought to himself. The energy around his body surged, and his blade momentum suddenly became even stronger.

Chī…

Unfortunately, his confidence, accompanied by the wild goose blade breaking off neatly, instantly vanished, leaving only a face full of astonishment and uncertainty.

The encirclement from the left and behind was lifted, and the wooden puppet monster took the opportunity to retreat.

Yang Ning in front naturally returned without success.

Xia Hong, who was the first to approach the wooden puppet monster, although he was also shocked by the small knife in the opponent's hand, when he saw the wooden puppet monster directly retreating, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

It was normal for the wooden puppet monster to avoid Yang Ning's sword, but instead of choosing to break through towards his side, which was the closest, it chose the direction of Luo Ming, Shang Ping, and Li Hu.

The wooden puppet monster was wary of him.

Of course, Xia Hong understood why the wooden puppet monster was afraid of him. He put away the strange look in his eyes and continued to follow the crowd, attacking the wooden puppet monster.

"Leader, Shang Ping, adults, catch the blades!"

Although the blades of Li Hu, Luo Ming, and Shang Ping were cut off, the others in Rogue Camp quickly found three new blades and threw them to the three from the side.

After taking over the blades again, the three rejoined the battle group and immediately became much more cautious.

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Everyone knew the power of that small knife, so they naturally wouldn't give the wooden puppet monster another chance to clash head-on. Whenever the opponent raised the small knife, they would immediately change direction and attack other parts.

Even Yang Ning was no exception.

As a result, the wooden puppet monster suddenly became even more passive.

Although it was strong, it could only barely resist under the siege of six people, not to mention having to guard against the cold arrows shot from time to time by Li Baihe on the periphery.

Prolonged defense is bound to fail, is an unchanging iron rule.

The wooden puppet monster was naturally no exception. Under the joint efforts of the seven people, Yang Ning finally found an opportunity, and the silver long sword pierced in from under its right armpit.

Yang Ning, who did not forgive anyone who gained the upper hand, immediately increased his strength and continued to stab deeper.

Chī…

After the silver long sword pierced into the wooden puppet monster's body, the wound did not bleed, but first made a sound like hot water scalding the skin, and then a thick black smoke gurgled out from the wound under its armpit.

The black smoke was extremely fishy and smelly, making people extremely uncomfortable. Everyone subconsciously wanted to retreat, but seeing the look of pain finally appearing on the wooden puppet monster's face, realizing that this was a critical moment, they all endured the discomfort and continued to attack fiercely.

In contrast to the painful look on the wooden puppet monster's face, Yang Ning and Li Hu both showed strong surprise on their faces the moment they saw the black smoke, and their attacks became even more swift.

Xia Hong on the right naturally did not notice the expressions of Yang Ning and Li Hu.

Because his attention was now all focused on the location of the wooden puppet monster's wound.

But just when he had finally found an opportunity and was about to chop the wound with his blade, Xia Hong suddenly paused, retreated violently, and then shouted loudly to everyone:

"Retreat quickly, there is something strange inside its body."

The six people were startled by the shout, and their expressions suddenly became suspicious. But in such a critical situation, they would naturally not doubt Xia Hong, and all retreated in time.

Pēng…

Before the six people could retreat far, the wound under the wooden puppet monster's armpit suddenly burst open, making a loud noise, instantly changing the faces of the six people.

The mere bursting of the wound would of course not change the expressions of the six people.

The problem was that there were densely packed white threads inside the wooden puppet monster's wound. The internal structure of its body seemed to be composed of white threads.

After the wound burst open, those transparent white threads suddenly scattered all over the sky, dividing into countless thread ends in the air, like silver needles, and shot towards the six people along with the aftermath of the explosion.

The six people frantically dodged left and right, or simply lay on the ground to avoid them.

After being dodged, those white threads did not turn, but flew directly to the back of their bodies.

Xia Hong, who was lying on the ground, realized something and looked back sharply, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Those thousands of white threads, after passing over their bodies, all pointed to the remains and broken arms on the ground of the valley.