Upgrading, Wei Zhe's Ferocity

Glaives were a burden in this situation.

He made a decisive move and abruptly let go of the glaive still stuck in the corpse.

His right hand swept towards his waist in a fluid motion.

"Clang--"

A clear dragon's roar!

A Mo Dao, ancient in design with a narrow blade that shimmered with an ethereal glow, was pulled out!

The blade reflected a cold, blood-red light under the torchlight, illuminating his eyes, which were colder than the blade and filled with a lust for slaughter.

He looked at the dozen or so Han soldiers surrounding him, the corners of his mouth curving slightly.

Good.

Perfect timing to test my blade.

The moment the Mo Dao was unsheathed, a chilling coldness, even more potent than the stench of blood on the battlefield, spread out.

The dozen or so veteran Han soldiers felt a jolt of fear, but they were committed. They were all survivors of countless battles and knew that retreating now meant certain death!

"Kill!"

The veteran soldier at the front roared and attacked first. The glaive in his hand, like a viper striking from its den, lunged straight for Wei Zhe's heart!

The others also exerted their strength simultaneously. More than a dozen glaives wove a net of death from all directions, instantly engulfing Wei Zhe!

Facing this deadly situation, Wei Zhe's face showed no trace of panic.

His feet seemed to root themselves to the ground. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, advancing half a step towards the dozen cold glints.

This half-step placed his body in an extremely delicate position.

The Mo Dao in his hand moved.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no flashy, dazzling moves, just a simple, extremely basic horizontal slash.

"Hum--"

The blade vibrated, emitting a low hum.

The next moment, the blade met the first few glaives head-on!

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

A series of ear-splitting cracks!

The shafts of the glaives, made of hard wood, snapped as if they were rotten wood the instant they touched the Mo Dao's edge!

What?!

The ferocious expressions on the Han soldiers' faces froze instantly, replaced by boundless shock.

Their weapons were broken!

Before they could react, Wei Zhe flipped his wrist. The Mo Dao, having severed the glaive shafts, continued its upward arc, drawing a beautiful, blood-red circle.

"Splat!"

Heads flew into the air!

Warm blood sprayed over Wei Zhe like a fountain!

[Ding! Killed one Han soldier, gained 10 Tempering Points.]

[Ding! Killed one Han soldier, gained 10 Tempering Points.]

Four kills with one strike!

The shadow of death instantly enveloped the remaining Han soldiers.

They wanted to retreat like madmen, to escape this demon god.

But Wei Zhe's blade was faster than their thoughts!

He stepped forward, his body spinning like a top, the Mo Dao in his hand transforming into a deathly storm that swept everything away!

"Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!"

Where the blade passed, severed limbs and broken bodies flew!

Screams were cut short, choked back by severed throats before they could even be uttered.

In just three breaths.

All dozen veteran Han soldiers who had surrounded Wei Zhe lay dead in pools of blood.

Not a single complete corpse remained.

Wei Zhe stood with his blade, crimson blood dripping from the narrow blade onto the ground, making a "drip, drip" sound.

The entire battlefield seemed to fall into a moment of deathly silence due to this bloody scene.

"My god... Boss, he... he..." Qian Hu stammered, unable to form a complete sentence as he stared at the scene, which resembled a scroll from hell.

Sun He's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks. He stared intently at the Mo Dao in Wei Zhe's hand, then at Wei Zhe's terrifyingly calm face.

He finally understood why Wei Zhe had them desperately forge those new types of equipment before.

This was no longer the might of mortals.

This was divine and demonic!

"Roar!"

"Chieftain is invincible!"

"Kill!!"

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the hundred Tiger and Wolf Elite Warriors erupted in earth-shattering roars!

Their eyes were filled with fanatical worship! Their blood was completely ignited at this moment!

With a commanding general like a god of war leading them, what was there to fear?

"Kill them all!"

"For the Chieftain!"

Like beasts injected with stimulants, the Tiger and Wolf Elite Warriors, following behind Wei Zhe, launched an even fiercer charge into the depths of the Han army's formation!

With every thrust of the new Glaives in their hands, they could easily tear through the Han army's fragile leather armor. The sturdy Fish Scale Armor they wore allowed them to ignore most attacks.

They were a hundred smaller versions of Wei Zhe!

This hundred-man squad, like a scorching-hot sharp knife, tore through the Han army's formation wherever it passed, piercing through it and leaving behind a ground full of corpses and screams.

And at the rear of the battlefield, on another mountain.

The Chief Instructor, Shi Meng, was observing the entire battle with a telescope.

When he saw Wei Zhe sever several Glaives with a single saber strike and kill over a dozen veteran Han soldiers, the hand holding the telescope tightened abruptly!

"Such a fast saber! Such a ruthless heart!"

The deputy general beside him was also dumbfounded.

"General, that... is that Wei, the Chieftain of the Tiger and Wolf Army? How... how can he be so valiant?"

Shi Meng put down the telescope, his eyes filled with extreme complexity.

"Valiant?" He shook his head, his voice laced with a hint of shock. "This isn't valor, it's 'momentum'!"

"The momentum of a man who can face ten thousand!"

"Our Great Qin has stood for hundreds of years. General Meng Tian is one, High General Wang Jian is another, and further back, there was Lord Wu'an Bai Qi! These individuals, upon entering the battlefield, were armies in themselves! They were banners in themselves!"

Shi Meng's breathing became somewhat rapid.

"This Wei Zhe... he carries the same aura as those few!"

"Pass down my order!" Shi Meng turned abruptly and shouted sternly, "The entire army advances! Ignore the flanks, and like a drill bit, bore deeply into the opening Wei Zhe has carved!"

"Pierce through Bao Yuan's command tent completely!"

"Yes!"

The Qin army's offensive became even more ferocious.

Meanwhile, Wei Zhe, at the center of the storm, was completely immersed in the thrill of slaughter.

[Ding! Killed a Han army officer, gained 50 Tempering Points.]

[Ding! Killed a Han soldier, gained 10 Tempering Points.]

[Ding! Host achieved half of the 'Hundred-Man Slayer' achievement by killing 50 consecutive people, bonus reward of 500 Tempering Points!]

The System's notification sounds echoed in his mind like the most beautiful music.

Every swing of the Mo Dao in his hand inevitably took several lives.

His body, empowered by the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, seemed tireless.

One hour.

Wei Zhe himself didn't know how many people he had killed. He only knew that the ground beneath his feet was already muddy and soaked with blood. The black Fish Scale Armor he wore was already covered in a thick layer of dark red blood plasma.

[Ding! Host achieved the 'Hundred-Man Slayer' achievement by killing 100 consecutive people, bonus reward of 1000 Tempering Points!]

When the hundredth enemy's head was severed by his saber, Wei Zhe's movements finally showed a hint of sluggishness.

A deep sense of exhaustion surged from the depths of his limbs like a tide.

The high-intensity combat, even with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill supporting him, was a tremendous drain on his internal energy and stamina.

His breathing began to grow heavy. The arm that wielded the saber also felt a slight numbness.

"No, I'm reaching my limit."

Wei Zhe's mind sounded the alarm.

He looked around. Although the Han army's resistance was weakening, an endless stream of soldiers with red eyes was still rushing towards him.

He knew he had become the focal point of the entire battlefield. If he fell, the morale that had been painstakingly built up would instantly collapse.

"System!"

He silently recited in his heart.

"Open my status panel!"

[Host: Wei Zhe]
[Realm: Fourth-Order Grandmaster (Initial Entry)]
Strength: 1200
Agility: 1225
Physique: 1202
[Cultivation Method: Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill (Level 1: 2990/3000)]
[Skills: Wind Piercing Spear Technique (Mastered), Thousand Refinement Force (Beginner)]
[Tempering Points: 2150 points]

Only 10 more points, and he could upgrade!

Wei Zhe's gaze instantly locked onto a young Han soldier not far away, who was trembling, holding a spear but not daring to advance.

It's you!

He pushed off the ground, his entire body like an arrow released from a bow, instantly charging forward.

The Han soldier only saw a blur before his eyes, a black shadow already within striking distance. He instinctively thrust his spear forward.

Wei Zhe didn't even look. His left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the shaft of the incoming spear and yanking it backward fiercely!

The Han soldier stumbled, his body uncontrollably lunging forward.

Wei Zhe's Mo Dao, with a smooth motion, swept across.

[Ding! Killed one Han soldier, gained 10 Tempering Points.] [Ding! Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill proficiency full, do you wish to upgrade?]

"Upgrade!"

Wei Zhe roared in his heart, suppressing his excitement!

"Boom!"

A surge of heat, more immense and purer than any before, instantly erupted from the System space!

That surge of heat, like a Yangtze River breaking its banks, coursed madly through his nearly dried-up meridians!

His muscles, already aching unbearably, let out crackling sounds under the torrent of this heat!

He could clearly feel his bones becoming denser, his sinews tougher, and the strength contained within his muscles was growing at a terrifying rate!

His depleted internal energy was not only instantly replenished at this moment, but its total capacity had doubled!

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host, Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill has been upgraded to Level 2!] [Strength +100, Physique +100, Internal Energy Cap increased!] [Gained new trait: Dragon Elephant Force (Beginner) -- Every attack you make will carry an additional shockwave effect, capable of penetrating armor and directly damaging internal organs!]

Peak!

No! It was beyond peak!