Chapter 17: I Can Take on Ten of Them

On the city tower, five generals appeared as well. They leapt down like bolts of lightning, landing on the city wall to block the five Rongdi warriors before them.

“Rongdi dogs, your evil deeds end here!” roared a bearded deputy general, eyes blazing with fury.

A Rongdi warrior laughed arrogantly, his voice filled with pride and contempt. “Qin dogs, I thought you wouldn’t dare come out to fight. Ha ha ha!”

“Kill them! Seize the wall and let the main army enter the pass!” commanded another innate Rongdi warrior coldly, his killing intent thick in the air.

“Kill!” “Kill them!”

In an instant, ten warriors clashed fiercely. Qi energy surged, fierce winds scattered, and their oppressive aura was terrifying. Ordinary soldiers dared not approach, scattering away. That stretch of the city wall became the exclusive battlefield of these ten formidable warriors.

From afar, Zhao Ergou could feel the overwhelming pressure. His chest tightened, making it hard to breathe.

“So this is a martial cultivator’s strength? A real man should be like this,” Zhao Ergou thought, witnessing ancient warriors’ power firsthand. Yet, he was not afraid. Instead, his blood boiled with excitement and passion. This was the power he yearned for! Zhao Ergou wanted to become like them, or even surpass them!

Soon, his killing intent value surged to 60.

Name: Zhao Ergou
Race: Human
Realm: Martial Disciple Great Perfection (+)
Cultivation Techniques: [“Fugou Force” (Intermediate)], [“Wild Wolf Three Blades” (Intermediate)]
Strength: 1,660 jin
Talent: Bronze Archer (+)
Killing Intent: 60

Zhao Ergou glanced at the golden light screen in his mind and felt a surge of joy. His cultivation could be improved again!

“It’s time to work hard,” he decided without hesitation, focusing his mind to allocate points to enhance his cultivation.

With one click to add points, a mighty force erupted inside him like a dam bursting, roaring and flooding through his body. This power constantly forged and tempered his physique and bones, transforming his body drastically.

Zhao Ergou clearly felt his internal strength reinforcing his flesh and skin.

“Hahaha! The martial cultivator’s limit! I, Zhao Ergou, have finally broken through!” He smiled confidently at the golden light screen in his mind.

“I always knew those martial realm divisions don’t matter to me!” Although he didn’t directly break into the martial realm, he felt only a slight disappointment. But considering his strength had jumped to two thousand jin, this was a great deal!

“Hmph, although I haven’t fully manifested true energy yet, with this strength alone, even a mid-stage martial cultivator should kneel before me and sing my praise!”

His strength soared, and Zhao Ergou brimmed with energy.

“Brothers, clear the way! Watch Zhao Ergou wreak havoc!”

With his perfected Wild Wolf Three Blades technique, Zhao Ergou rampaged across the battlefield. Of course, he kept his distance from the ten battling elites on the wall—he wasn’t foolish enough to charge headlong into them and get himself killed.

Before long, over a dozen unlucky foes fell beneath his blades.

“Stop!” a thunderous shout exploded behind him.

Without turning his head, Zhao Ergou raised his blade and beheaded another early-stage Rongdi martial disciple.

“Didn’t I say stop? Are you deaf?” growled a burly Rongdi man, glaring fiercely as if ready to devour him.

“I heard you,” Zhao Ergou said casually, wiping his bloodied sleeve on the blade with arrogance. “You think I’ll stop just because you say so? Who do you think you are? On the battlefield, you want to lecture me on rules? You must’ve had your head slammed in a door.”

“You little punk! Today I’ll show you what real power means!” the Rongdi man roared, swinging his great blade at Zhao Ergou.

“You? Worthy of fighting me?” Zhao Ergou sneered, replying with a set of Wild Wolf Three Blades techniques.

After three moves, the Rongdi man lay on the ground like a dead dog.

“How… how are you so strong?” the Rongdi man’s eyes widened in disbelief. He was an early-stage martial cultivator and a centurion, yet defeated by a mere martial disciple?

“You’re just a little martial disciple, daring to act arrogantly in front of me?” Zhao Ergou stepped on his chest, radiating dominance. “Martial cultivators are great? You’re just the second one I’ve killed!”

With a flash of cold steel, the man’s head rolled away like a ball.

Killing intent +5.

“Hahaha! Not bad! Killing a martial cultivator yields this much killing intent. Looks like I’ll focus on tougher opponents from now on!” Zhao Ergou felt delighted.

Of course, there were still many low-level soldiers on the battlefield who fell quickly. Zhao Ergou never refused a fight!

“Damn! What kind of elixir did this kid take? His strength is growing ridiculously fast!” Sun Liu, nearby, watched in disbelief as Zhao Ergou sliced through Rongdi martial cultivators like cutting vegetables. His eyes nearly popped out.

In such a short time, this kid’s strength was nearly catching up to his own! Could it be that a once-in-a-century martial prodigy truly existed?

Sun Liu’s heart churned.

Zhao Ergou was like a man with a cheat code, fighting with abandon.

Soon, he had cut down over twenty Rongdi soldiers and joined Sun Liu’s side.

“Brother Liu, those flying figures and our Qin generals—what realm are they in?” Zhao Ergou asked loudly while hacking through enemies.

“Innate martial cultivators!” Sun Liu replied solemnly, cleaving a Rongdi soldier in two.

“Innate martial cultivators?!” Zhao Ergou’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Awesome! Then I want to become an innate martial cultivator too! When that day comes, I’ll make sure the whole Yanmen Pass knows the name Zhao Ergou!” he vowed silently, determined to grow stronger and stronger.

Laughing boldly, Zhao Ergou said, “Sun Liu, you’re scared for nothing! So what if they’re innate martial cultivators? I’ll become that strong one day too!”

Confidence radiated from him, his eyes burning with desire for power and hope for the future. Glancing at those godlike figures in the distance, he felt no fear—only fierce fighting spirit.

“Charge! Let these Rongdi dogs know the might of Qin’s sons!” Zhao Ergou shouted, leading the charge. His steel blade danced fiercely like a tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable.

Blade flashes, blood splattered, and Rongdi soldiers howled as they fell under his sword.

More and more Rongdi soldiers surged onto the city wall, a dark, endless tide.

At last, reinforcements arrived—four thousand troops joined the fray, barely suppressing the Rongdi army’s assault.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!” Zhao Ergou’s heart burned with determination. He wanted to quickly accumulate killing intent and rise rapidly in strength during this great battle.

Sure enough, King Zuo Xian ordered another five thousand to storm the city.

“Bring it on! I’ve been itching to kill!” Zhao Ergou said excitedly, licking his lips, his blood boiling with fervor.