In classic Chinese literature, masters always make a dramatic entrance. Refined scholars might play the zither on a lake, and as the elegant notes drift out, everyone nearby falls silent in awe. Martial arts legends love to let out a long howl in the mountains—a single shout of "Amitabha!" leaves everyone dizzy and dazed, and you just know a big-shot monk has arrived.
If you ever get thrown into a Three Kingdoms-era army tent, about to be executed, just laugh out loud three times—guaranteed to buy yourself a little more time before you go.
Eccentrics always have their quirks—some unexpected move might not shake the world forever, but it'll definitely stun the crowd for a moment.
William Bo and the Frost Hollow Lord weren’t just shocked by the bizarre opera singing—it was the sheer volume that floored them. It echoed like a giant bell through the valley, rolling and rumbling so much that anyone who didn’t know better would think it was a lion’s roar. But listen closely, and it’s not some martial master’s mystical shout—it’s more like a pure beastly roar, shaking every tree and blade of grass.
In short, whoever’s coming is definitely not your average Joe.
Before they could finish that thought, the singing started up again—this time switching from 'Erhuang Daoban' (a forceful Beijing opera recitative) to 'Huilong Yuanban' (a sweeping, dramatic melody), all while the singer rushed closer. *[Note: 'Erhuang Daoban' and 'Huilong Yuanban' are classic Beijing opera tune types, known for their distinctive rhythms and emotional delivery.]*
Pouring out my boldness and ambition, facing the mountains—
May the red flag wave across all five continents and four seas,
Even if it’s a sea of fire or a mountain of blades, I’ll charge ahead.
I wish I could command the snow to melt into spring water—
Welcoming the spring~~~time, changing the world~~~~!
The 'Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy,' one of the Eight Model Operas, is truly something special. The voice soars straight up to the heavens, rattling your soul. And the lyrics fit perfectly with the setting, matching Yang Qi’s vibe—singing with the power of dragons and phoenixes. Even the folks below were stunned, and Wu Zhengfeng behind Yang Qi had her little mouth hanging open in shock. *[Note: 'Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy' is a famous revolutionary Beijing opera, renowned for its heroic themes and dramatic vocal style.]*
Everyone couldn’t help but exchange glances, feeling like some legendary hero was about to charge down solo from the mountaintop. "Wait a second... this sounds kinda familiar... And wow, they're moving fast!" Before anyone realized, the singer had already crossed two-thirds of the distance—covering ground at a downright scary speed.
William Bo snapped to attention and shouted, "Who goes there—friend or foe? State your name, quick!"
If he’d just ordered the attack, the Frost Hollow folks would’ve been toast, and grabbing hostages could’ve turned things around. But, alas, every martial artist—William Bo included—just can’t kick their old habits. They always have to run their mouths. That one extra line gave Yang Qi enough time to get close enough to command the scene without any tricks.
"Hey! You overgrown grandkid hiding in your cave, come get what’s coming to you!" With a crisp shout, suddenly there was a loud crack from the woods—a massive snow pine, big enough for two people to hug, came flying out, whistling through the air and crashing into the crowd. The three hundred ragtag soldiers freaked and scattered. Those with lightness skills dodged way better than any regular army, so not many got squashed, but their formation was totally wrecked.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—more giant trees came flying, like divine spears piercing the ranks, turning the enemy camp into utter chaos. William Bo tried to rally: “Attack! Hurry, attack!” But he was too late. The three hundred misfit soldiers were already spooked, their formation a mess, and nobody knew whether to attack Frost Hollow or the mysterious newcomer. Everyone started doing their own thing, and the whole scene just fell apart—no more brave charge, just pure pandemonium.
Meanwhile, the Frost Hollow side perked right up. At the Frost Hollow Lord’s command, the disciples let out fierce shouts and charged the enemy. The Frost Hollow Lord also called out, “Whoever’s lending us a hand, I’m deeply grateful!”
But what came back was a loud scolding: "Less talk, more smack! Start beating them up already!"
The Frost Hollow Lord froze for a moment, just as a figure burst from the woods. This person had a short spear in each hand, a kid strapped to their back, and in a blink, they’d already charged into the enemy ranks. Their fighting style was wild—spinning like a top, toes barely touching the ground, whipping up a deadly whirlwind.
This move was actually inspired by Ms. Yang’s old yo-yo tricks. Each short spear weighed a hundred kilos—together, way heavier than she was. Seriously, with weapons this heavy, even with brute strength, it’s tough to swing them around—especially for overhead chops, which you basically have to let gravity do the work. On a battlefield, that’s fine, but against martial artists, it’s a bit clumsy. So Yang Qi just spun both spears at once, swinging and smashing with raw force. Wherever she went, it was pure chaos.
The assorted rabble couldn’t stop her at all—big knives, axes, nothing worked. Blink once, Yang Qi’s already on you; blink again, your weapon’s shattered and you’re flying through the air, coughing blood and breaking bones.
With that wild spinning attack, the minions could only dodge—not block—and their formation got even messier. When Yang Qi finished her whirlwind, she landed right by the tree she’d thrown earlier. She kicked it hard, and with a loud crunch, the log rolled forward, flattening a whole crowd. By now, the minions were bawling and running for their lives.
The Frost Hollow Lord was about to step up and chat, but then the mighty Yang Qi suddenly stabbed her spears into the ground, started flapping her hands and stomping her feet, face twisted like she was itching all over with nowhere to scratch. "Aaargh, this is so uncomfortable! Internal energy is the worst!"
The minions weren’t much as martial artists, but everyone had three to five years of training. When they tried to block with their energy, it all flowed through the spears into Yang Qi. After spinning and fighting for just a short while, she had a dozen streams of internal power bouncing around inside her. It didn’t really hurt her, but it was seriously uncomfortable—like motion sickness, a hangover, cold legs, and period cramps all rolled into one. She had to stop.
"Hey sis, help me out and clear this energy, will ya?—Sis? Wu Zhengfeng?" She called twice, but got nothing. Looking back, the kid on her back—Elder Tong—had her eyes spinning like mosquito coils, head wobbling, and softly muttered, "W-wait... I’m a little... dizzy..."
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Pfft, Yang’s way tougher—she never got dizzy from the yo-yo. If anything, after turning dark, she used me as a meteor hammer and flung me around...
The Frost Hollow Lord stepped forward and bowed. "Thank you for saving us, esteemed guest. May I ask who you are...?"
"Oh come on, you really know how to waste a golden opportunity. Instead of chasing them down, you stop to chat?" Yang Qi was cranky from all that internal energy, so she didn’t hold back. She scanned the battlefield—sure, the enemy minions were losing steam, but the Frost Hollow girls weren’t pressing their advantage. Instead, they were pairing off for duels.
"Martial artists are hopeless at fighting real battles..." Yang Qi might not have lived through ancient wars, but she’d been the Eternal Night Queen, led her crew, and swept through plenty of neighborhoods with a baseball bat. She waved decisively: "I’m here as Elder Tong’s foreign aid and special envoy. Situation’s urgent, so everyone follows my orders! No more chit-chat—just do as I say!"
"Foreign aid? Special envoy?" The Frost Hollow Lord still had questions, but she knew who was friend and who was foe, so she ordered her disciples to gather around.
Yang Qi grabbed a long knife with a flick of her toe—no time for training, so she went for the simplest approach. "Listen up! Stick close to me. Wherever I go, you go. No heroics, no stragglers! Got it?"
The Frost Hollow disciples exchanged looks. They didn’t know who Yang Qi was, but her commanding presence and tough vibe made her trustworthy—especially in the heat of battle. They all shouted, "We’ll stick with this big sis!"
"Alright, follow me!" Yang Qi charged ahead, and the Frost Hollow crew formed a rough wedge behind her, punching through the enemy ranks.
Elder Tong finally shook off her dizziness and realized Yang Qi had no internal energy. She quickly placed a hand on Yang Qi’s back to help clear out the rogue energy. The more Wu Zhengfeng worked, the more shocked she became: "Her meridians haven’t been trained, but they’re as tough as a top master with a hundred years of skill! If she ever learns internal arts, she’ll rocket to the top—her potential is limitless."
With Elder Tong’s supreme energy flowing through her, Yang Qi felt way better. Refreshed, her fighting spirit soared—she led the charge, smashing through the three hundred ragtag enemies, leaving them in utter chaos. Blood sprayed, screams echoed, and the three hundred quickly dropped to two-fifty, then just two hundred. These misfits came from all sorts of islands and factions—no teamwork at all. The moment things went south, they started looking for escape routes.
Yang Qi yelled, "Stick with me! Don’t let a single one get away!" She hurled a short spear with a whistling throw, piercing through layers of fleeing enemies and pinning the farthest runner to the cliff wall.
The rabble panicked even more—some started tossing their weapons and dropping to their knees, begging for mercy.
In the chaos, William Bo scrambled away, terror on his face. He thought this would be an easy gig—nab a pretty girl, maybe have some fun... But now? Total disaster! No way he was dying here. There were still enough survivors to regroup and fight back.
William Bo was about to shout when a familiar face popped up in front of him.
"Huh? Lord Iron, why are you here? Quick, let’s escape!" He barely got the words out before realizing something was off—Iron Ba was supposed to be chasing Yang Qi. But now that Yang Qi was here, Iron Ba...
Bang! Iron Ba didn’t give him time to think—he slammed a palm into William Bo’s back. William’s eyes rolled up, and he passed out cold.