Martial Practitioner

"This young man is good. Brave and skilled in battle, daring to fight and kill, he can be a captain." The general nodded in admiration.

Among the ordinary soldiers, few were as brave in killing the enemy and fierce in their attacks as Sheng Huai'an.

The flanking general nodded and made a note of Sheng Huai'an.

Sheng Huai'an, who was continuously cutting down Xiongnu enemy soldiers, was unaware that he was being noticed by the high-ranking officials of the garrison.

In his exhilarating slaughter, Sheng Huai'an felt incredibly exhilarated, as if he had innate combat factors within him that were now activated.

Although he had killed many Xiongnu enemy soldiers, this also attracted the attention of Xiongnu powerhouses.

A Xiongnu powerhouse killed three garrison soldiers with a single saber strike and then charged towards Sheng Huai'an.

Just as there were powerhouses among the garrison, there were also weaklings, and the same was true for the Xiongnu army.

Sensing the fierce killing intent approaching, Sheng Huai'an turned his head and saw a burly Xiongnu man charging at him.

Sheng Huai'an blocked with a saber strike upwards, but the opponent's saber momentum was heavy. The immense force sent him flying backward.

He felt a surge of true essence in the opponent's saber, which made his arm ache and his tiger's mouth split open.

"Martial Practitioner?!"

Sheng Huai'an looked at the opponent with a grave expression, surprised that he had drawn the attention of a Martial Practitioner from the Xiongnu army.

Jiboxiao, after repelling Sheng Huai'an with a saber strike, was somewhat surprised. "To be able to withstand my strike, no wonder you could kill so many of our young men. But today, your time has come."

He was a Centurion of the Xiongnu's vanguard, at the early stage of Martial Practitioner. Sheng Huai'an, with his late-stage Martial Disciple cultivation, could actually take his strike without injury, which made him look at Sheng Huai'an with a bit more regard.

But it was only for a moment.

"A Martial Practitioner. I wonder what it's like to kill one," Sheng Huai'an said, shaking his aching arm.

With strength close to that of a Martial Practitioner, combined with his perfected Blood Fiend Saber Technique, he wanted to test the gap between himself and a Martial Practitioner.

"Arrogant! I'll show you the difference between a Martial Practitioner and a Martial Disciple." Jiboxiao stomped his foot, leaping forward like a projectile. He raised his curved saber above his head and slashed directly at Sheng Huai'an.

Sheng Huai'an executed a slide tackle, shifting his position to dodge the attack.

Blood Fiend Saber Technique, Night Battle in All Directions!

Sheng Huai'an's saber was now imbued with a faint red malevolent energy.

"Clang!"

"Clang..."

The two clashed, their sabers flashing and sparks flying.

Sheng Huai'an's saber was incredibly fast. Lacking power, he made up for it with speed.

Before long, Sheng Huai'an was panting, and his armor on his shoulders and back bore saber marks, with blood seeping out.

He was injured. True Martial Practitioners were indeed not to be underestimated.

Jiboxiao was also not faring well. Sheng Huai'an's saber was too fast, carrying the malevolent energy of blood. He couldn't block many of Sheng Huai'an's strikes, resulting in him sustaining several wounds, his battle attire stained red with blood.

"Kid, you're not bad. To be able to injure me, you have enough reason to be proud. It's not a loss to die." Jiboxiao looked at his wounds and then said to Sheng Huai'an.

"So many murals, does your family sell murals? If you want to kill me, then come at me." Sheng Huai'an raised his middle finger downwards.

Although Jiboxiao didn't understand the meaning of the gesture, he could feel that it was a mockery.

A mere late-stage Martial Disciple daring to mock him, Jiboxiao, made him furious.

"Die!"

Jiboxiao was determined to take Sheng Huai'an's head back as a chamber pot.

"Blood Fiend Saber Technique, Saber Strike Sparrow!"

Sheng Huai'an rolled like a tumbling donkey, then slashed upwards with his saber, aiming straight for Jiboxiao's brother, Ji Zhen Da.

Jiboxiao was startled and quickly dodged. He had never expected Sheng Huai'an's saber technique to be so dirty, aiming for his lower body.

"Blood Fiend Saber Technique, I'll sever your legs." Sheng Huai'an followed up with a sweeping low slash.

Old Soldier: Does the Blood Fiend Saber Technique have this move? He didn't remember it.

"Blood Fiend Saber Technique, I'll sever your dog head!"

After attacking low, Sheng Huai'an attacked high, aiming for the opponent's neck.

Old Soldier: ...

In all martial arts, nothing is unbreakable, only speed is invincible.

Sheng Huai'an's saber was incredibly fast. Even Jiboxiao, a Martial Practitioner, found it difficult to gain an advantage against Sheng Huai'an at this moment.

At this point, he put away his underestimation. Sheng Huai'an was an enemy worthy of serious attention.

Jiboxiao fell into Sheng Huai'an's combat rhythm. While parrying, he searched for Sheng Huai'an's openings.

His strength was greater than Sheng Huai'an's, but Sheng Huai'an's saber was fast, and he had fallen into Sheng Huai'an's rhythm, only able to constantly defend against Sheng Huai'an's onslaught.

Finding a slight opening, Jiboxiao decisively struck, kicking Sheng Huai'an away.

Kicked flying, Sheng Huai'an clutched his chest and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"What good is it to be faster? It's a pity your strength is still too weak," Jiboxiao said with a ferocious grin.

"Just die obediently. In the face of absolute power, all struggles are futile."

"Damn it, you kicked my grandpa to death!"

Sheng Huai'an got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rubbed his chest. Indeed, fighting across realms wasn't that easy.

His strength was still too far from that of a Martial Practitioner.

"Die, you little brat," Jiboxiao brandished his saber and stepped forward, about to cleave Sheng Huai'an's head.

"Old Wang, aren't you going to act? I've held him off," Sheng Huai'an shouted, looking behind Jiboxiao.

Jiboxiao glanced back. The Xiongnu army behind him was locked in a bloody struggle with the Anning Garrison, and no one was paying attention.

"Chii!!"

Jiboxiao turned his head and saw an arrow lodged in his waist.

"My kidney!"

"You damn trickster!" Jiboxiao clutched his waist, his kidney throbbing with pain, making him grit his teeth.

"All warfare is based on deception. You don't even understand this basic principle? You might as well go home and dig potatoes," Sheng Huai'an said with a smile.

Time was short, and he only had time to nock and draw the arrow before shooting. His aim was terrible, and he'd only hit Jiboxiao's waist.

He had clearly been aiming for the man's chest.

It seemed his archery skills still needed improvement.

"Damn kid, you dare shoot my kidney! I'll tear you to shreds!"

Jiboxiao was furious. Without one kidney, Cuihua back home would surely leave him for a stronger man.

What was the point of him fighting on the front lines and earning military merits and titles?

It was all this damn kid's fault. Jiboxiao's rage reached its peak.

"Crack!"

Jiboxiao snapped the arrow, not pulling it out. He threw the broken shaft onto the ground and charged at Sheng Huai'an with his saber, intending to chop him into eighteen pieces to quell his hatred.

Sheng Huai'an slung his bow and arrows over his back, picked up his saber, and prepared to fight Jiboxiao.

He refused to believe he couldn't defeat Jiboxiao after shooting him in the kidney.

He'd drag the fight out until the man bled and weakened.

With half an arrow still stuck in his waist, Jiboxiao's kidney felt like it was being sliced a thousand times with every step he took, causing him to grimace in pain.

Seeing Jiboxiao grimacing in pain, Sheng Huai'an couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, how's that? Come and hit me! Idiot!"

His expression was incredibly provocative, rivaling that of Fang Tangjing.

Perhaps his words were overheard by a Xiongnu soldier nearby.

"Centurion, let me kill him for you."

The Xiongnu soldier, brandishing his steel saber, charged at Sheng Huai'an.

"Chii!!"

A splash of blood erupted as the Xiongnu soldier's throat was slit by Sheng Huai'an's saber. He collapsed to the ground like a sack of flour.

Sheng Huai'an looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "Idiot. If your so-called Centurion can't even deal with me, are you always this brave?"

Seeing Sheng Huai'an's smugness, Jiboxiao roared.

"Ah... I'll kill you, you Wei dog!"

Enduring the pain in his kidney, Jiboxiao charged at Sheng Huai'an.