Chapter 488: Ten Thousand Banners Slay Yama (Part 3) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Registrar Yu explained Chu Jie's martial spirit and the meaning of the golden dragon pattern on his arm from the city wall, but—

None of the scholars present smiled.

Chu Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips pursed, and his face darkened.

"What's with his martial spirit?"

This question was directed at Registrar Yu.

A martial artist with a bold spirit differs from a scholar with a refined mind. For example, a martial artist with a bold spirit finds it easy to begin but difficult to master, while a scholar with a refined mind finds it difficult to begin, but once they enter the path, the journey is mostly smooth until they reach a bottleneck. The way of the scholar corresponds to the mind of the martial artist.

The former belongs to the talent of literary talent, which is relatively easy to awaken and has no rules. It may require questioning one's own heart, clarifying morality, and exploring painstakingly. It may also happen one day after a drunken night. The types are varied and it is difficult to distinguish between strong and weak.

The latter belongs to the talent of martial courage, and there is only one path to awaken it—to suddenly comprehend one's own martial arts in the face of life and death!

Probability?

One-tenth!

Chu Yao was unaware of Chu Jie's martial intent, or even that he possessed it; clearly, the latter must have been acquired after the fall of the Chu Kingdom. The registrar's reply confirmed his suspicions: "You mean this? When the Chu Kingdom fell, his army was no match for the powerful Xin Kingdom, and they retreated to a valley where they fought fiercely for three whole days..."

Registrar Yu paused here, "I rushed there and searched for a long time before finally digging him out of the pile of corpses. He had no less than a hundred wounds all over his body and was unconscious for half a month before he woke up. After he woke up, he asked, 'Am I now a dog who has lost his home and country?'"

Those who haven't experienced the pain of national subjugation can probably never truly understand the feeling of losing one's country, one's home, and one's pillar of support. Yu, the registrar, was somewhat better off; he had originally come from elsewhere to seek a living in the State of Chu, but Chu Jie had grown up there.

Even though Chu Kingdom is just a small country.

But as long as it exists, it is not considered adrift and helpless.

Chu Yao's reaction, however, was indifferent.

Through Chief Clerk Yu's words, one could somewhat understand where Chu Jie's martial spirit came from: "Fight to the death without retreating," which was the only option under those circumstances. However—this was hardly a beneficial martial spirit; its drawbacks were far too great!

Chu Yao: "Why don't you restrict his use?"

Registrar Yu countered, "Does Wu Hui think we still have a way out? Because there is no way out, we have no choice but to do this."

Chu Yao could not refute this statement.

Zhao Feng stood there with his arms crossed, staring at the scene for a long time.

Question: "Why not use such a good martial arts concept?"

Forcing the enemy to take the attack head-on means that if they refuse, the next strike will be twice as powerful, putting immense pressure on them. If the enemy takes the attack head-on, that's fine; if they don't, they're courting death! Zhao Feng may have martial arts aspirations, but he's even more eager for Chu Jie's...

A true warrior, a real man, a true hero—that's how they should be!

As for when Zhao Feng developed the intention of a martial artist?

Two years ago, when he was driven to the brink of death during his battle with Gongxi Chou, he was fortunate enough to develop a rudimentary form of his strategy, which he has been working on and controlling for the past two years. Apart from himself, a few trusted confidants, and his lord, no one else knows about it. This is his trump card!

He will quietly work hard and amaze the world!

"Because this martial artist's intent is too easy to crack. Once it's cracked, Chu Jie will inevitably die! Without a doubt!" Chu Yao's words exposed Chu Jie's current predicament. "Although he is a fourteenth-rank Right Rank cultivator, he is still a mortal body with limited capacity! He can withstand three times, five times, or more than ten times, but what about twenty times or thirty times? He would probably explode and die in an instant!"

"Mr. Chu's concerns are not unfounded, but—before General Chu exploded, the enemy had already been beheaded." As long as it was the enemy who died, Chu Jie naturally wouldn't have to die.

Chu Yao retorted sharply, "Are the enemy targets?"

Zhao Feng was startled upon hearing this.

“If Chu Jie encounters a martial artist who is not good at speed, he will naturally have a better chance of winning. With several times the strength, unless one’s strength far surpasses his, there is a very high chance that he will be cut down. But what if he can’t catch up with the enemy?” Chu Yao frowned, looking worried.

Or rather, how come the enemy can dodge every time?

If you dodge quickly enough, you can wear down Chu Jie!

Want to kill Chu Jie?

Even without a fourteenth-rank right-hand guard of the same level, a twelveth-rank left-hand guard or a thirteenth-rank middle-hand guard skilled in blitzkrieg could easily kill him! Chu Yao took a deep breath and asked, "Old Master Yu, where is his limit?"

Registrar Yu: "Seven!"

"Seven! If he can't decide the outcome before the seventh dragon pattern appears, we'll concede defeat!" Chu Yao made a difficult decision, not entirely because he couldn't bear to see his childhood friend die before his eyes, but because this guy was their commander!

If the commander is beheaded on the battlefield, morale collapses!

It's better to admit defeat than to lose your life.

Yu Zhubu smiled and said, "He's actually quite lucky. Su Shiyilu wasn't the general who brought him death."

Although it's said that speed is the ultimate weapon in martial arts, victory on the battlefield is mostly achieved through strength. Martial artists rarely have a limit to their potential; even if they do, it's usually towards achieving unparalleled power. Therefore, even though Su Shiyilu figured out Chu Jie's fatal weakness through several encounters, he still couldn't find a way to kill him. He had been secretly searching for talented individuals, but so far, nothing had happened.

to this end--

Su Shiyilu came up with a solution.

He would first wage the first battle, hoping to win. If not, he would exhaust Chu Jie's martial energy as much as possible. Then, he would send the ten pre-arranged generals to fight the second battle, ensuring that Chu Jie was killed beneath the walls of Yonggu Pass. With their commander gone, wouldn't taking Yonggu Pass be a piece of cake?

However, he did not expect that his momentary carelessness would cause Chu Jie to activate three dragon patterns, which would put him in a passive position.

After the first three dragon patterns, each one is difficult to connect.

But if you don't accept the attack, the next one will be even harder.

Su Shiyilu braced himself and faced the attack head-on. His arm muscles bulged, and a burst of martial energy enveloped his body. Even with a heavy shield protecting him, he was still severely injured by the fifth dragon pattern, the wound running from his shoulder down to his abdomen. Fortunately, he dodged in time; otherwise, a deeper cut would have cleaved him in two. Crimson, sweet-smelling blood gushed from the wound, splattering most of Chu Jie's body.

"They just disappeared like that?"

Chu Jie, however, wanted to press his advantage.

Unfortunately, Su Shiyilu had backup behind him.

As the enemy fled, the war drums on the city wall rose high and resounded, the gongs and drums clanging in unison, the roar of soldiers echoing in waves. Chu Jie returned to his horse, looking towards the direction of the Ten Crows camp and letting out a cold sneer. A slightly thin general emerged from the Ten Crows camp; judging from his limbs, he seemed to lack strength. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhao Feng's voice coming from the city wall.

"Let this battle be fought by me!"

He was filled with excitement as he watched from the city wall. After two years of farming, he finally had the chance to fight with all his might. What a great opportunity! If he could make a name for himself under the walls of Yonggu Pass, when he returned to his lord Wu Xian's command, those colleagues who didn't like him wouldn't be able to make things too difficult for him, after all, he had real achievements!

Chu Jie wanted to refuse, but Zhao Feng was too fast to stop him.

The Ten Crows warrior naturally wouldn't allow it and charged towards Chu Jie, but was stopped halfway by Zhao Feng, who sent him flying several feet. Zhao Feng pointed at Chu Jie's nose and cursed, "Who do you think you are, you barbarian? Today, I'll teach you what manners are!"

The fighting is raging at Yonggu Pass.

What is Shen Tang doing now?

She is digging a tunnel.

I have to say—

"The Martial Arts Warrior is fucking useful!"

You'll know once you try it!

(。＿。｀)

After thinking about it, I decided to run the two lines in parallel.

Tang Mei definitely won't confront the Ten Crows Capital head-on; she can't win, they only have a little over two thousand men...

So, she's going to do something underhanded.

(End of this chapter)