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Another Noxian officer overseeing the battle saw this and instinctively wanted to urge the soldiers to continue their assault.

But the moment he opened his mouth, he felt that terrifying gaze... He was absolutely certain that if he dared to speak, he would be the next to die.

He began to tremble uncontrollably, and the order remained unspoken.

These hundreds of men were actually at a stalemate with a single person.

And another piece of bad news had arrived quietly.

"Officer..." A scout hurried to the overseer's side and whispered, "The Resistance Army reinforcements are almost here... They are about four or five hours away. If we don't leave before dawn, we are very likely to be surrounded..."

The overseer's face darkened.

He looked back at that peerless, valiant Resistance warrior, still standing tall and proud amidst the sea of soldiers.

"He can actually feed on blood..." The overseer clenched his fists, two terrifying terms surfacing in his mind:

[Blood Magic]

[Vladimir]

He wasn't sure if the man before him... had also mastered that horrific mystery; otherwise, how could he be impossible to kill no matter how they fought? Those wounds of his would automatically recover the moment they touched blood, as if he were converting the blood into nutrients to heal himself...

If they kept wearing him down, once the arriving Resistance reinforcements surrounded them, the entire battalion would truly be wiped out...

The Noxian overseer was still hesitating.

Meanwhile, Chen Ce had already used his long spear to cut down several more enemies.

He was drenched in blood, yet his eyes remained fierce—so much so that no one could tell if it was his own blood or someone else's.

This was truly...

"One man guarding the pass, ten thousand unable to cross!"

Chapter 37 Irelia: Did You Do That on Purpose or by Accident?

It was midnight.

Once twelve o'clock passed, the Corrupting Potion in Chen Ce's hand was replenished once more.

He took advantage of the night and the cover of the corpses to gulp down all the potion in one go, his mana and vitality restored yet again.

He straightened his back even further, and the long spear in his hand swung with even greater ferocity.

As time ticked by, the unease and fear in the heart of the Noxian overseer grew more intense—he was becoming convinced that the Resistance warrior before him was not human... but a... monster...

He had definitely mastered something akin to blood magic... He could absorb the flesh and blood of others to convert into his own strength, then fight more valiantly the longer he battled, never stopping...

He couldn't be killed, truly impossible to kill...

If they dragged this out any longer, the Resistance reinforcements would arrive...

If the battalion were wiped out here, they would be unable to carry out the second mission entrusted to them by Lady Emystan...

No, they absolutely could not fall here...

Under immense psychological pressure, the Noxian overseer finally couldn't help but issue the order to retreat:

"Everyone, heed my command! Retreat! Retreat!"

At his command, the drums thundered.

Those Noxian soldiers, who had long since lost their will to fight due to Chen Ce's slaughter, did not hesitate and immediately turned to run. Some heavy shield-bearers even discarded their equipment to run faster.

The sound of panicked footsteps echoed through the sky; this local war of hundreds against thousands finally came to an end as the Noxian side sounded the retreat.

Chen Ce still stood ramrod straight in front of the village, his gaze toward the Noxian battalion sharp and fierce.

Friend and foe alike were conquered by his ferocious performance that night.

But no one noticed that his body was actually leaning slightly against the shaft of his spear.

"Boss, you're so amazing!" Ahri, now full and energetic, was the first to run over, more convinced than ever that the man was a "cold-blooded demon."

But just as she subconsciously wanted to flatter him and act cute to trick him out of some Corrupting Potion, Chen Ce suddenly warned in a hoarse voice: "Don't touch me... or I'll dock a week's worth of your pay..."

"Why?" Ahri puffed out her cheeks, aggrieved.

"Just don't touch me for now... wait a little longer..."

"Oh."

As the Noxians ran further away, Riven, Yasuo, Yone, and a group of swordsmen gradually gathered around.

The looks in their eyes as they gazed at Chen Ce were filled with reverence and shock—to fight half a battalion single-handedly, to still be standing so straight after such a long battle, and to maintain such spirit and energy was simply too exaggerated!

Yasuo, who had received his help many times, wanted to step forward and give him a hug.

But before Yasuo could touch him, he collapsed backward as if he had fainted.

Fortunately, Ahri's soft, large tail caught him.

"I can't hold on anymore... let's get out of here..." Chen Ce, who had been pretending to be tireless for so long, could finally relax his taut nerves.

Chen Ce had used the ruse of appearing to master something like blood magic to scare off the Noxian battalion, winning the victory for the village.

This little trick wasn't particularly clever, and it was even dangerous—if the Resistance reinforcements hadn't been about to arrive, those Noxians might have really fought to the bitter end, and given his physical state at the time, he could have held on for ten more minutes at most.

Or, if that Noxian overseer happened to be a war-crazed fanatic who refused to retreat, he would be finished as well.

All in all, this "empty fort strategy" that wasn't quite an empty fort strategy was a massive gamble; the slightest deviation would have spelled disaster.

Yet, it was truly the only option available at the time.

Fortunately, the Goddess of Luck stood by his side.

As for the price... it wasn't too bad, just total exhaustion; his injuries weren't particularly severe.

Under Ahri's attentive, almost fawning care, he opened his eyes safe and sound the next morning.

However, he didn't wake up naturally; he was roused by a strange, tickling sensation.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a certain little fox crawling all over him, squirming about while muttering something under her breath.

"Where's the potion, where's the potion... where did this guy hide the potion..."

"Doesn't he usually hide it right here..."

"Oh! Found it!"

"Eh? Why is it empty?"

"This guy stole This Concubine's snacks! How hateful!"

Listening to this "scolding," so different from her usual coquettish tone, Chen Ce's expression turned complex.

"Miss Ahri, is there any possibility that... I'm already awake?"

"Absolutely impossible!" Ahri replied without a second thought. "You were exhausted to the point of collapse last night, how could you wake up so quickly—eh?"

"..."

"..."

Their eyes met, and the air grew thick with awkwardness.

"This Concubine... This Concubine was..." Ahri began to quibble, though her conviction was clearly lacking. "Giving you a massage... Good, good morning... Boss... haha..."

"..." Chen Ce's eyelid twitched. "Never mind the morning greetings, I want to know what the situation is."

"Situation... those swordsmen are having a meeting... it seems they are judging the crimes of that silver-haired woman... they told This Concubine to take good care of you, Boss..."

"Have the people from the Resistance Army arrived?"

"Seems like they have... just arrived..."

"Did Yasuo and the others leave any other instructions for you?"

"Instructions... let me see... oh, oh, yes, there were..." The fox girl used her fluffy white tail to scoop up a small bottle from the bedside, which contained some strange pills.

"They said your body is still very weak, and if you want to play with This Concubine, you must take this medicine first... hmm... This Concubine doesn't quite understand what that means..."

"..." Chen Ce looked at the box of strange little pills and could easily guess what they were.

Just as he was about to tell her to climb off him, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the door.

Though the pace was rapid, it was also light; Chen Ce suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

A moment later, the door was shoved open—not because the visitor lacked manners, but because she was simply too anxious.

Bang! A slender figure appeared at the doorway.

Silver light armor, long black hair, a red bodice, and countless sharp blade fragments orbiting her slender waist. Her sapphire-bright eyes were filled with deep concern.

The person who arrived was none other than the leader of the Resistance Army—Blade Dancer Irelia.

Her soft, alluring lips parted slightly, but her words of concern became stuck in her throat.

Looking at the "scandalous" scene before her, her fair cheeks began to flush.

But it wasn't out of shyness.

It was because...

Her blood pressure was skyrocketing.

She saw the man she had been pining for lying on the bed with another Vastayan woman of exceptional beauty and figure, the latter even straddling him in a highly suggestive posture.

"Chen Ce, what... what are you doing!"

Chapter 38: My Brother Ce Loves Watching Women Fight the Most

Irelia had traveled thousands of miles from the Placidium because she heard Chen Ce might have been attacked by a Noxian warband.

On her way, she confirmed the news from scouts—she heard that a warband of over a thousand had besieged the village, and Chen Ce had stood as the main line of defense before the villagers.

She had been terrified. She remembered everything that had happened in the Dragonspine Canyon.

She was deathly afraid of history repeating itself.

But when she finally arrived at the village after overcoming all sorts of hardships...

She saw Chen Ce lying on the bed with a strange woman, laughing and whispering, as thick as thieves.

A Vastayan woman with fox ears and nine tails.

She was born beautiful, no less so than herself.

Even in terms of "physical charm," she was a cut above.

She belonged to that rare caliber of beauty that even other women couldn't help but praise from the bottom of their hearts.

But... at this moment, she had no leisure or elegance left to appreciate it; she felt her blood pressure soaring to the point where she needed medication.

"Chen Ce... Chen Ce!!"

Irelia's cry, a mix of heartbreak and fury, echoed through the cramped room. She strode to the bedside and grabbed Chen Ce's cheeks in a tight pinch.

"You... you...! What did you promise me before you left...!"

"It's a misunderstanding... a misunderstanding..." Chen Ce's face was squashed so badly he couldn't even speak clearly.

Ahri, still straddling him, saw this and, after a moment of hesitation, took decisive action—she first shoved Irelia's hand away with force, then wrapped Chen Ce in her nine fluffy, oversized tails to shield him.

"You are not allowed to bully this concubine's boss!"

"This concubine...?" Upon hearing the term, Irelia's pupils dilated in shock.

She turned her head back toward Chen Ce, the heartbreak and anger in her eyes gradually shifting into grievance and accusation.

"Have you already... married her? Even though I was the one who came first..."

"..." Chen Ce struggled to wiggle his way out, finally breaking free from the restraint of those nine large tails. "No... that's not it at all! That's not what Ahri meant!"

"Meant? This concubine meant exactly that!" Ahri stubbornly wrapped Chen Ce back up—she was determined to protect her boss today, and not even the Spirit of Ionia could stop her, that was her word!

Seeing Ahri's righteous and confident demeanor, Irelia shifted her target toward her—to steal a man and be so arrogant about it, was she completely disregarding her?

"You are a Vastaya... you have a pair of fox ears, are you a vixen?"

Irelia's black hair began to rise without a breeze, and countless blade fragments drifted up behind her, weaving incessantly through the tips of her hair.