Hundred-Man Slayer's Might

When the Xiongnu Centurion wielding the Wolf Tooth Mace appeared on the wall, the air around him seemed to freeze.

His name was Gu Lige, a renowned fierce general under the Right Wise King. Blessed with natural strength, no less than eighty Qin soldiers had fallen to his Wolf Tooth Mace.

As soon as he climbed onto the city wall, he let out a world-shattering roar. His massive Wolf Tooth Mace swept out, directly sending three Qin soldiers who couldn't dodge in time flying. Their bones snapped and their bodies broke; they wouldn't survive.

"Sons of the Qin Army, who dares to fight me!"

Gu Lige sneered, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic battlefield, quickly locking onto the young man with the highest kill efficiency.

"You, are you that brat?" He pointed his Wolf Tooth Mace at Wei Zhe, his eyes filled with cruel amusement. "You look like you've got soft skin and tender flesh. Perfect for a snack for my war wolves!"

The surrounding Xiongnu soldiers, seeing their leader arrive, were greatly emboldened. They scattered to both sides, clearing a dueling space for their Centurion.

On the Qin Army's side, Qian Hu and Hu Lei's faces changed drastically when they saw this.

"Squad Leader, be careful! That guy is a Xiongnu Centurion, incredibly strong!" Qian Hu urgently warned.

"Fall back!"

Wei Zhe showed no fear. He planted his Glaive into the ground, then beckoned to Gu Lige with a hooked finger.

This gesture was filled with extreme provocation!

"You're asking for death!"

Gu Lige flew into a rage. He exerted force with both legs, his massive body charging towards Wei Zhe like a cannonball. The Wolf Tooth Mace in his hand whistled through the air as it smashed down towards Wei Zhe's head!

This strike was powerful enough to pulverize a boulder into dust!

Facing this thunderous blow, Wei Zhe's body sank slightly, his feet as if rooted to the city wall.

At the very instant the Wolf Tooth Mace was about to hit him, he suddenly raised his right arm. With his arm, which had been strengthened multiple times, he forcefully blocked the strike!

"Clang--!"

A deafening clash of metal rang out.

Everyone thought Wei Zhe would be smashed into a pulp by this blow.

However, the expected outcome did not occur.

Wei Zhe's body only dipped slightly before he stabilized himself. His seemingly not-so-thick arm, however, acted like the sturdiest city wall, holding the unstoppable Wolf Tooth Mace firmly in mid-air!

"What?!"

Gu Lige's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. His strike, capable of cracking stone, had... been blocked by a teenager with one hand?

How was this possible!

"Is that all the strength you have?"

A chilling arc formed on Wei Zhe's lips.

He suddenly exerted force with his arm, and a terrifying power far greater than Gu Lige's erupted!

"Rise... for me!"

He roared, and with sheer strength, he flipped Gu Lige, mace and all, upwards into the air!

Gu Lige's massive body lost balance in mid-air. He was utterly terrified and wanted to adjust his posture, but Wei Zhe's attack followed like a shadow.

Wei Zhe pulled the Glaive from the ground, channeling internal energy into it. The killing move of the Wind Piercing Spear Technique was unleashed instantly!

A black stream of light flashed!

Pfft!

The incomparably sharp Glaive tip pierced through the gaps in Gu Lige's thick leather armor without any obstruction, xuyên qua his heart, and emerged from his back.

Gu Lige's body trembled violently. He looked down at the fist-sized bloody hole in his chest, the light in his eyes rapidly dimming.

"I..."

He only managed to utter one word before crashing to the ground, undeniably dead.

"Ding!"

"Killed one Xiongnu Centurion, gained 100 Tempering Points."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for accumulating over one hundred kills, achieving the 'Hundred-Man Slayer' achievement!"

"Acquired Title: [Hundred-Man Slayer]."

"[Hundred-Man Slayer]: Passive Title. When equipped, the host will exude an invisible aura of killing intent, deterring enemies whose level is lower than their own, reducing their all attributes by 10%."

A series of system prompts invigorated Wei Zhe.

He pulled out his Glaive, letting the warm blood splash onto his face. He slowly raised his head, his gaze like lightning, sweeping over the surrounding Xiongnu soldiers who were now completely stunned.

An invisible, terrifying killing aura, born from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, emanated from him.

Those Xiongnu soldiers who met his gaze felt a chill rush from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, as if they had been targeted by an ancient ferocious beast. Their weapons became unsteady in their hands, and they involuntarily retreated.

"The leader is dead!"

"Centurion Gu Lige has been killed!"

"Run! It's a demon!"

Gu Lige's death was like a basin of ice water, extinguishing the fighting spirit of all the Xiongnu soldiers. They let out a terrified scream and, no longer caring about attacking the city, turned and slid down the cloud ladders. Some even jumped directly from the city wall, falling and breaking their bones.

The power of example is infinite, whether for good or for bad.

The Xiongnu's rout in this defensive sector immediately triggered a chain reaction.

"Kill!"

The morale of the Qin Army reached its peak at this moment!

They roared and launched a desperate counterattack, slaughtering the Xiongnu who were already having second thoughts, forcing them to retreat step by step.

Beneath the city wall, the Xiongnu Chieftain, seeing his capable subordinate instantly killed, was furious. But he also recognized the deteriorating situation of the battle; continuing to fight would only increase casualties.

"Wuu--wuu--"

A desolate horn sounded, the Xiongnu's signal to retreat.

The Xiongnu, who had surged forward like a tide, retreated like a tide, leaving behind a mess and thousands of corpses beneath the city wall.

The first defense battle at Eagle Beak Cliff was won!

Cheers erupted from the city wall, shaking the heavens.

The soldiers embraced each other, celebrating their survival.

Meanwhile, Wei Zhe stood alone, holding his glaive.

He stood amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, covered in the enemy's blood, like an Asura emerging from hell.

Behind him, not a single one of his twenty brothers had fallen; only a few had sustained minor, insignificant injuries. They looked at the back of their leader with eyes full of fervent admiration.

Shi Meng rushed down from the arrow tower. He strode up to Wei Zhe and, looking at the blood-soaked youth, was too emotional to speak. He simply clapped Wei Zhe's shoulder forcefully.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He repeated the word "good" three times, conveying more than words could say.

Wei Zhe did not respond. His gaze swept over the cheering crowd and landed on the receding black tide below the city.

He knew this was only the beginning.

More brutal, more intense battles lay ahead.

And he was ready.

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