A moment later, Ixca suddenly roared in anger. He forcefully threw his left shield, swiftly grabbed the spear thrust by his opponent with his left arm. Then, the Jaguar Warrior stepped forward, raising his war club with his right hand, ready to deliver a mortal blow to his disarmed enemy!
Just then, Yuku revealed a sinister smile on his indifferent face. He suddenly loosened his grip on the spear with both hands, swung a punch with his left hand, hitting the opponent’s shoulder that held the club, slowing down the swing. Almost simultaneously, his right hand swiftly drew the bronze axe from his waist, a short, sharp chop that directly cut into his opponent’s neck!
"Hiss!" Blood spurted, splashing both their faces. Ixca’s pupils dilated suddenly, and pain caused his entire body to convulse. A cold mercy flashed in Yuku’s eyes. He delivered another fierce chop, and a fine head dropped to the ground as if it were real, a bright spray of blood dazzlingly burst forth, bringing eternal liberation!
The situation in the field changed instantly, Xiulote widened his eyes in surprise. He watched as Yuku stepped back, wiped the blood from his face, bowed to the King, and then raised his arms again. Tarasco warriors erupted in fervent cheers, while Mexica warriors remained silently solemn.
"What a peerless warrior!"
A moment later, Xiulote came to his senses, whispering in admiration. He had been watching the King of Tarasco and realized that this was a truly formidable warrior when he saw him step away from the King’s side. The young Commander hastily ordered his weary favorite to be called back.
Xiulote looked calm, turning to Toltec. Black Wolf, who had been clamoring to continue the battle, was now silent, his eyes brightening with fighting spirit as he watched Yuku raising his arms in the field.
Xiulote turned to Bertade. The Head Warrior gripped his war club and replied in a deep voice.
"Not weaker than me, a battle worth fighting. If no bow and arrow is used, there’s only a sixty percent chance."
Hearing this, Xiulote shook his head. He was somewhat stumped; if even the Head Warrior felt it was tough, sending others to fight would surely be fatal.
As the young Commander pondered, a Mexica Scout rushed from the north. Waving a flag that denoted urgency, he unimpededly made his way through the Personal Guard Warriors until he collapsed before the prince.
"Your Highness! More than ten miles north, Tarasco reinforcements have appeared! The enemy numbers over two thousand, all clad in warrior armor, bearing the Hummingbird flag from Qinchongcan City, the Capital!"
"What? Over two thousand, more than ten miles away?!"
Xiulote clenched his fists, demanding loudly.
"Are you sure it’s reinforcement from Qinchongcan City? The City-State Legion responsible for guarding the Capital, has there been any communication by envoy?"
"The scout confirmed it’s Qinchongcan’s banner! No communication from the City-State Legion yet!"
"Damn! These blind moles, incapable of holding a responsibility, ruining my plans!"
The young Commander cursed under his breath, then immediately composed himself, solemnly commanding his generals.
"I give you two thousand longbow militia, five hundred elite scouts, to stop the northern enemy! Before I defeat Su’angua, do not allow any enemy troops to move south! Can you do it?!"
"Yes! I will serve Your Highness to the death, defeating the enemy before us!!"
Toltec was spirited. He knelt on one knee, raising his hand to pledge.
Then, Xiulote raised his right hand, looked around at his generals, and shouted again.
"All generals, heed my command! No need to wait, break through the Tarasco royal army, the decisive battle is now! Sound the big drum, blow the bamboo flute, wave the battle flags! Holy City Legion, Spear Legion, Divine Blessing Legion, Temple Guards, Longbow Personal Guards, Jaguar Warrior Brigade, all forces, attack!!!"