Killing People, So This Is How It Feels!

Inside the command tent, Han's High General Bao Yuan was jolted awake from a pleasant dream by a piercing cry: "Enemy attack!" Two disheveled dancers were still clinging to him.

"What's going on! Where is the enemy attack coming from!" He shoved the woman in his arms away and stumbled out of the tent.

The scene before him made his blood run cold.

Soaring flames illuminated the entire western side of the camp as if it were daylight!

Shouts and battle cries, like a tidal wave, surged from hell and instantly engulfed his eardrums!

Countless disheveled Han soldiers ran around the camp like headless flies, their cries of panic and screams of agony mixing with the clash of metal to form a symphony of doom.

"General! It's the Qin army! The Qin army has broken in!" A personal guard scrambled towards him, his face covered in soot and despair.

"The Qin army? Weren't they confronting the Zhao State in the north? How could they be here!" Bao Yuan's mind went blank; he couldn't comprehend what was happening.

But he was a veteran general, seasoned in battle. After a brief moment of panic, he forced himself to calm down.

"Beat the drums! Relay the order to the entire army! Engage the enemy! Hold them back! Archers! Get to the watchtowers! Fire your arrows! Shoot them to death!"

He roared hoarsely, trying to restore order amidst the chaos.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull, rapid beat of war drums finally sounded from the center of the camp. Some scattered Han officers desperately began to rally their troops, attempting to organize an effective resistance.

Hundreds of Han archers scrambled onto watchtowers and camp walls, haphazardly loosing arrows at the black torrent below.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sparse arrow rain fell, but it couldn't stop the Qin army's iron advance.

The Qin heavy shield infantry, charging at the forefront, held their large shields above their heads, forming a tortoise-like formation. Arrows struck the shields with crisp clangs but caused no effective damage.

"Kill!"

Shi Meng led the charge. Every swing of the great axe in his hand brought a spray of blood and flesh. He was like a tiger that had broken into a flock of sheep, tearing open a massive gap in the chaotic Han army.

However, as the main battlefield descended into a brutal meat grinder, a squad of a hundred men detached itself from the main force, silent as a sharp scalpel.

"Tiger and Wolf Army! Target, the central command tent!"

Wei Zhe's voice was eerily calm amidst the deafening roars of battle.

"Follow me!"

He ignored the fleeing stragglers and led his hundred Elite Warriors, clad in fish scale armor, along the edge of the camp like a black lightning bolt, piercing directly into the heart of the camp!

"Stop them!" A Han Centurion noticed this unusual unit. With bloodshot eyes, he led dozens of soldiers, attempting to intercept them.

Several cold arrows shot from the darkness, aimed directly at Wei Zhe's face.

Wei Zhe didn't even look up, nor did he block.

"Clink! Clink!"

With two crisp sounds, the arrows, capable of piercing ordinary leather armor, sparked against the fish scale armor on his chest and then harmlessly bounced off, leaving not even a white mark.

The Han Centurion turned pale with shock.

"What kind of armor is that!"

Before he could utter a second cry of surprise, Wei Zhe had already charged before him.

"Thwack!"

The cold glaive, without any flourish, pierced his throat at the simplest, most direct angle.

Wei Zhe didn't even glance at him, his feet never stopping as he continued to charge forward.

The hundred Elite Warriors behind him were like extensions of his body, forming a tight offensive formation, mercilessly slaughtering and crushing all Han soldiers who dared to approach!

On their path forward, they left a road of death paved with corpses and blood.

Soon, an open space appeared ahead. About fifty Han soldiers, under the command of an officer, had barely managed to form a sparse defensive line, bristling with spears, attempting to block their advance.

"Seeking death."

Wei Zhe's eyes showed no fluctuation. In his eyes, these soldiers trembling as they raised their spears were no different from the wooden dummies used in training.

No, there was a difference.

These were moving Tempering Points.

He exerted force with his feet, his speed increasing again! He shot forward like a cannonball, directly crashing into the fragile defense line!

"Fire!"

The Han officer roared until his voice was hoarse.

A dozen spears, carrying the fear and despair of the soldiers, thrust towards Wei Zhe.

Wei Zhe neither dodged nor blocked. The newly forged glaive in his hand let out an excited hum under the infusion of his powerful inner energy!

Wind Piercing Spear Technique—The spear strikes like a dragon!

The glaive in his hand seemed to come alive, transforming into a black thread too fast for the eye to follow, carving a bizarre arc through the air.

"Clang clang clang clang clang!"

A rapid succession of metallic clashes rang out!

The dozen or so long spears thrusting at him were all parried away simultaneously with a single sweep of his glaive! The immense force left the Han soldiers with split palms and dropped weapons!

The defensive line was instantly breached!

Wei Zhe's figure didn't slow down at all, charging into the formation like a phantom.

Before him stood five Han soldiers whose defenses were wide open after their weapons were knocked away. Their terrified expressions were twisted grotesquely in the firelight.

Wei Zhe's eyes were as calm as an ancient well.

The glaive in his hand swept forward, thrusting hard!

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!"

A series of sickening thuds echoed as the sharp weapon pierced flesh, one after another!

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Wei Zhe could clearly feel the tip of his glaive breaking through the resistance of the first body's leather armor, tearing through muscle, shattering bone, and then, with a warm, sticky sensation, continuing forward to pierce the second, the third...

The five Han soldiers were like grasshoppers impaled on a skewer. The terror of their final moments remained on their faces as their bodies were propelled backward by an immense force, finally being pinned to the ground by Wei Zhe's glaive!

One strike, piercing five men!

"Ding! Killed one Han State soldier, gained 10 Tempering Points."

"Ding! Killed one Han State soldier, gained 10 Tempering Points."

"Ding! Host has completed 'One Stone, Five Birds' for the first time, bonus reward of 100 Tempering Points!"

A series of crisp system notifications sounded in Wei Zhe's mind.

A warm current surged from the system space, instantly flowing through his limbs and bones. The feeling was more refreshing and intoxicating than drinking the strongest wine.

So, this was what it felt like to kill.

Wei Zhe licked the warm blood that had splashed onto the corner of his mouth.

This wasn't killing.

This was... becoming stronger!

He felt no discomfort, no nausea, no guilt. On the contrary, every cell in his body was excited by this newfound power, trembling with the bloody slaughter!

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill within him even circulated faster, stimulated by this aura of killing!

"Monster!"

"He's a monster!"

The surrounding Han soldiers, gazing at the five corpses impaled on a single glaive, at the terrifyingly calm young man standing in a pool of blood, finally broke.

Their morale was shattered at that moment!

However, not everyone was scared witless.

"Avenge our brothers!"

"Kill him! He's alone!"

A dozen or so veteran Han soldiers, who had reacted, were thoroughly enraged by Wei Zhe's ferocity. Their eyes red, they let out beast-like roars and charged at Wei Zhe from all directions, wielding their long glaives to surround him!

These were men who had faced death on the battlefield. They knew that facing such a fierce general, charging in together and using the advantage of their long weapons to trap him was their only chance of victory!

A dozen long glaives, from different angles, sealed off all of Wei Zhe's escape routes, like a tightening net.

Qian Hu, Hu Lei, and the others were greatly alarmed and wanted to rush forward to support him.

"Hold the formation! Don't worry about me!" Wei Zhe's voice rang out at this moment, still terrifyingly calm.

He looked at the dozen or so approaching cold glints. Instead of fear, his eyes burned with an even fiercer fighting spirit.

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