Chapter 615: Pacifying Sibao County (Seventeen) [Given]
Especially Qiu Wenyan, whose face was completely unsightly.
The military officer was no ordinary man. He immediately stepped onto the wall, transforming into a human sprayer. His hand gripping the spear trembled as he ground his teeth in anger: "What did you say, you little thief? Who are you to call your father? You've really enraged me—you dare to offend my lord like this! You're utterly despicable! Today, I won't be satisfied until I've ripped off your head and used it as a chamber pot!"
However, although he was furious, he still remembered that his lord, Qiu Cheng, was here. He could not rashly jump off the city wall to fight and fight to the death. So, with his face flushed, he asked Qiu Cheng for permission to fight, saying, "My lord, please allow me to go down and kill this little thief!"
Xun Ding stayed in the background, watching the excitement.
With his sharp eyesight, he easily recognized the young martial artist swearing below the city, and his expression brightened. However, he was also malicious and didn't remind the person who was cursing that it was Shen Tang.
This is not within his job scope.
A reminder? It'll cost extra!
Qiu Cheng's face was grim, his eyes flashing with a chilling gaze as if he were looking at a dead man. He, too, did not know Shen Tang's identity, only assuming that the other party was a warrior under Shen Tang's command. A mere commoner, yet he had publicly insulted him by name in front of tens of thousands of soldiers from two armies.
If he didn't retaliate and teach them a lesson, he would surely be ridiculed by the world as an incompetent coward. He coldly said, "Go then!"
Shame can only be washed away with blood!
The general who volunteered for the battle had an impressive track record. Even if he couldn't get off to a winning start, he could still probe Shen Tang's strengths and weaknesses.
"only!"
The military officer was overjoyed and accepted the order with clasped hands.
He will undoubtedly win the first duel!
In this era, there was a process for sieges: either engage in a duel before attacking the city, or lead the troops directly to attack. However, the former was chosen in most cases. This was because, regardless of whether one was attacking or defending, winning the duel would greatly boost one's morale, with the maximum effect comparable to everyone receiving an amplifying spell. Choosing the latter meant giving up this amplification.
"Qiu Wenyan sent you here?" Shen Tang, riding on the back of the motorcycle, held the reins with both hands and looked at the newcomer with a mocking expression.
The opponent made a rather flamboyant entrance, his body erupting with fiery martial energy. His sturdy, hill-like form leaped from the city wall. Upon landing, a deafening roar followed, kicking up clouds of dust and cracking the ground beneath his feet.
He emerged from the sandstorm.
With each step he took, his armor solidified a little more.
His armor was unlike any other; each scale had a faint, dark pattern. At first, the pattern was indistinct, but as the details became more refined, it eventually formed a hideous demon. The demon clung to his body, its eyes following the light as it stared at him, its mouth grinning menacingly. The spear in the general's hand also transformed into a strange, barbed axe.
Shen Tang would give him an 8 out of 10 for this appearance.
That was a pretty good show-off.
The two points were deducted because he was ugly.
She clapped her hands in response, then immediately launched into another infuriating remark: "Your fancy magical transformation into a middle-aged muscle man... is all show and no substance and strangely ugly. I'm just curious, does doing this enhance your experience of getting beaten up?"
Transform into the most glamorous form, and endure the most vicious beating.
When it comes to showing off, Shen Tang currently only admires Gong Xi Chou.
That guy is the king of cool.
Shen Tang's voice wasn't loud, but anyone paying attention could hear it clearly. The general felt slighted and was filled with resentment, his martial energy turning into illusory flames. Just as he was about to attack, a young martial artist suddenly appeared from Shen Tang's side, volunteering to fight.
"Let me deal with him!"
Shen Tang glanced at Lü Jue.
And Bai Su, who wanted to grab a spot but was a step too late.
He asked, "Are you going to go?"
Lü Jue pleaded, "I'm willing to risk my life!"
Shen Tang quickly analyzed the situation in his mind, thinking that although Lu Jue's strength was different from the martial artist in front of him, he was not incapable of fighting. He steered the motorcycle backward to make room, and gestured to Bai Su not to rush, as there would be plenty of opportunities to fight in the future: "Okay! But don't be reckless. Fight if you can, retreat if you can't. Don't risk your life. Your life is precious, it's not worth dying here."
Shen Tang fought this battle not only to alleviate the pressure of development, but also to train these young people.
"Lu Shousheng, do you understand?"
Lü Jue clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Yes!"
Even before the battle officially begins, players can be replaced.
However, the rule for substitutions is that the level of the general in the field cannot be higher than that of the one who challenged. Otherwise, if one side sends out a weak general to challenge, luring out the enemy's general, and then their side sends out a general with a higher level of martial prowess than the enemy, it's a vicious cycle, and what's the point of fighting?
The military officer on Qiu Cheng's side was furious upon seeing this, pointing at Shen Tang and saying, "Why are you running away, you coward? Are you afraid of your grandpa?"
However, Shen Tang was not swayed by any provocation.
He didn't even turn his head: "I'm afraid? I'm afraid that your ancestors were all single sons, and the ashes of eighteen generations wouldn't be enough for me to exhume."
These words thoroughly enraged the other party.
Despite his stocky build, he was surprisingly agile. His steps appeared rapid, but upon closer inspection, they were merely afterimages. In a single breath, he swiftly closed the distance to Shen Tang. His weapon unleashed three consecutive slashes, creating three arc-shaped blades of light arranged in a triangular pattern.
Using unpredictable curves, they ambushed Shen Tang's fatal weakness.
"How dare you, you scoundrel!"
Lü Jue was not dead, and immediately spurred his horse forward.
He blocked the light blade's path, and with three swift strokes, shredded it to pieces. It seemed he received the blows with ease, but in reality, it was far from it. His warhorse, unable to withstand the force above, neighed in pain and stumbled back several steps before regaining its footing.
"Good!" Seeing that Lü Jue had successfully intercepted him, the enemy general's cheeks twitched uncontrollably, veins bulged on his forehead, and his features were almost ferocious with anger. He said with murderous intent, "This axe in your grandfather's hand is not for killing nameless people. Now, state your name!"
Lu Jue sneered: "Your ancestors."
Because of Shen Tang's exemplary behavior, the civil and military officials under his command all liked to act like ancestors and use force to discipline their dutiful sons and grandsons. Naturally, the general could not stand such provocation and could not swallow this insult, so he grabbed his weapon and charged towards Lü Jue's face.
"You brat, prepare to die!"
"Perfect timing!"
Lü Jue neither dodged nor avoided.
Unlike Bai Su's light, skillful, and fast approach, his approach was rough yet refined. It seemed to be bold, powerful, fierce, and violent, pursuing the ultimate in overwhelming force, but in reality, he was always looking for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.
They fight with a ruthless, almost reckless ferocity.
A combination of ferocity and power.
The enemy general was not intimidated; when he killed his first man, the man was still scavenging for food somewhere. He naturally held a degree of contempt for Lü Jue, whose cultivation level was inferior to his own.
However, contempt is not the same as disdain.
He had seen far too many fools lose their heads because of carelessness, and he would never allow himself to be one of them.
On the field, martial energy clashed, weapons struck, and metal clashed, sparks flying everywhere. Light dispelled the darkness for a moment, only to be swept away again in the next instant. In the blink of an eye, thirty or fifty moves had passed, and two figures flashed and disappeared in various places.
Before long, the enemy generals roughly figured out Lü Jue's tactics.
After one strike, he roared.
"The next blow will take your head!"
Lü Jue remained unmoved.
You can't fool him!
To his surprise, the enemy general wasn't lying to him.
Bang!
As their weapons clashed, Lü Jue keenly sensed something amiss. Driven by his innate combat instincts, he instinctively retreated rapidly in the opposite direction. Just then, he saw the enemy general's strange giant axe bloom into a graceful, unfurling metallic flower, resembling a chrysanthemum…
The petals stood upright and shot towards Lü Jue.
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I should be lying around on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace) right now...
Damn it, it hurt like hell. The anesthesia hurt, and then the baby was so big that it was difficult to even get it out via C-section. Not only did they use three bags of oxytocin, but they also had to press a sandbag against the incision and rub my stomach... The whole afternoon felt like an eternity... After suffering so much, I still don't have a daughter, it's a son...
(End of this chapter)
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