Chapter 18:
Qiao Mu had already been injured, with multiple cuts and arrow wounds on his body. After going through several battles before, even with a strength of 500 pounds, he was starting to feel tired.
Qiao Mu was surrounded by the bandits. He continuously thrust his long spear forward, each thrust taking the life of a bandit.
His spear technique was newly learned and not yet proficient, but with enemies coming from all directions, he had no room to dodge. Every thrust meant a life.
Similarly, he had no room to dodge either.
This time, he charged alone, facing enemies on a completely different scale. Soon, he had many wounds on his body.
His strength was fading, blood was flowing, but his feet never took a step back.
However, his movements gradually slowed down.
In an instant, four or five bandits swarmed him, and his figure ultimately disappeared from the view of the soldiers behind him.
"Is this… him?"