met free Chapter 137: A Blood Sacrifice for the General!!
Chapter 137: A Blood Sacrifice for the General!!
If that were all, Lin Tian wouldn't take him seriously.
What truly made him furrow his brow was another layer of power of the Soldier's Fury—
It can dissipate the released innate vital energy.
Lin Tian flicked his finger, and an invisible sword aura burst forth, its length of over ten feet tearing through the air. But as soon as it struck the layer of gray mist, it dissipated like snow falling into boiling water. Seventy percent of the sword aura vanished on the spot, and the remaining thirty percent dimmed and scattered as soon as it hit the ground.
"Such a strong aura!" He frowned sharply.
He was no stranger to armies in this world. In the battle at the General's Mansion, he personally annihilated a thousand elite troops under Ji Wuye's command. Each of them was fully armed and fearless—yet that army failed to condense even a trace of military aura.
"No wonder they dared to send 100,000 troops to attack Han... So that's how it is." Lin Tian's pupils contracted slightly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he murmured to himself:
"Wei Wuzu..."
In 400 BC, the states of Han, Zhao, and Wei divided the state of Jin. Wei had the fewest cities and the smallest territory, yet it possessed the strongest army and the most formidable fighting power.
What is the basis for this?
It was this very Wei Wuzu, the army that swept across the Central Plains and terrified the other warlords.
Thirty five
The Wei elite infantry, numbering 50,000 in iron armor, managed to crush a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood from 500,000 Qin soldiers! In the age of cold weapons, victory was achieved by sheer numbers, yet the Wei elite infantry were able to fight ten men against one and defeat a much larger force with a smaller one—such a feat was simply defying the laws of nature!
This fierce and powerful army, personally trained by Wu Qi, dominated the Central Plains for seventeen years, fighting seventy-two major battles. In sixty-four of these battles, they broke enemy flags and shattered enemy formations, annihilating enemy leaders. The remaining eight battles were all stalemates with no clear victor.
Never retreated! Never been defeated!
As soon as Lin Tian thought about it, the answer became as clear as if it had been cut open by a knife and axe—it must be the aura of war! Only this fierce battle aura, formed from the fighting of thousands of troops, could suppress innate internal energy as if it were sinking into a quagmire!
"But weren't the Wei Wu soldiers all wiped out by 'Butcher Bai Qi' in the Battle of Yin Jin? No... The Book of Han, Treatise on Military Affairs, clearly states: 'Where the Wu soldiers passed, the clouds pressed down like ink, and black dragons appeared on their heads.' Although the murderous aura is so thick it's impossible to dissipate, it's far from surging into dragons. It seems that the true disciples under Wu Qi back then suppressed more than 70% of their innate strength, but almost completely drained 99% of their energy! So... this is a new Wu soldier that Wei has secretly reforged? Interesting." Lin Tian's eyes blazed, his fighting spirit burning to his brows.
If it were just about slaughtering 100,000 ordinary soldiers, Lin Tian wouldn't even bother to lift his eyelids—with his current strong bones and muscles, being slashed by a thousand blades would be nothing more than scratching an itch on his skin.
"Ding—Task card generated, please check, host." The system's voice was as cold as a double-edged sword, piercing straight into his mind. Before the words had even finished, a dazzling seven-colored card appeared in his palm. Lin Tian flicked his fingertips, and the card shattered into stardust.
Mission Card: Single-handedly annihilate 100,000 Wei Wu soldiers.
Time limit: five hours.
Reward: One silver card.
……
"A silver card? Perfect timing." Lin Tian's lips curled up slightly, his fighting spirit surging like boiling water.
His internal energy surged violently, and standing atop the mountain, he resembled a peerless divine blade tearing through the sky—even the clouds on the horizon were split in two by the invisible sword force, and it took a long time for them to rejoin!
The sword swept across, and although 70% of its innate power was devoured by the military aura, the remaining force still condensed into a fierce sword aura more than ten feet long, which crashed into the army formation with a bang—with just one strike, nearly a hundred Wei soldiers, along with their armor, were blown into a bloody mist!
"Enemy attack!! The South Korean army has arrived!!" The roar echoed through the camp.
"What? The South Korean army is here?! How could they have arrived so quickly?! Didn't the scouts just report that Bai Yifei led 100,000 elite troops and was still camped outside Xinzheng City yesterday?!" Inside the central command tent, an old general with snow-white hair and beard and clattering armor suddenly stood up, his face full of surprise and doubt.
"Form ranks! Prepare for battle!!"
He knew better than anyone that asking another question at this moment would be gambling with the lives of the entire army on hesitation.
"How many enemies are coming?!" the old general demanded sternly.
"Reporting to the general... Han Jun... Han Jun only has one person!" The messenger's voice trembled.
"one person?!"
The old coach abruptly stopped, his eyes widening: "Are you sure?!"
"Absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes—that person stepped through the air from the eastern mountain peak, his clothes didn't even flutter before he floated down!"
"Hmph!" The old general's face was ashen, his killing intent blazing: "You dare to charge into my elite infantry formation alone? Even Wu Qi, the founder of the Armored Sect, whose external martial arts reached legendary heights, wouldn't dare to be so arrogant! Today, I'll see what kind of madman dares to disrespect my Wei elite infantry!!"
Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the eight-foot-long sword from the table and strode out of the tent.
……
Lin Tian had already killed thousands, and the Wei Wu soldiers finally completed their formation change, forming a dense, impenetrable encirclement that trapped him firmly in the center.
"Who are you?! What gives you the audacity to barge into my Wuzu camp alone?!" The old general stood with his sword drawn, his voice like thunder.
"Lin Tian. You are the commander of this Wei army?" Lin Tian asked calmly.
"Wu He, the armored general." The old general's voice was deep and resonant, each word like iron.
Armored Sect? Lin Tian raised an eyebrow slightly—ha, such a sect did exist in the martial arts world during the Qin Dynasty, but unfortunately, only a few rotten pieces of wood remained to maintain its facade.
"A head of bronze and arms of iron, unscathed in a hundred battles... I've heard that when your Armored Sect's external martial arts techniques are mastered to the extreme, even your vital points can sink deep into your internal organs, making your entire body harder than black iron. I wonder if that's true or not?" Lin Tian chuckled.
"Try it and you'll see." Wu He's eyes were icy cold.
"Alright, let's give it a try." Lin Tian's smile remained unchanged as he raised his hand—the Yuanhong Sword flashed like lightning!
A sword aura, solid as a physical object, pierced through the air! Although it had been corroded by the weapon's aura, reducing its power by seventy percent, it was still unstoppable!
Wu He instinctively crossed his arms to block—
But the next instant, his pupils shrank: two deep, bone-revealing gashes suddenly appeared on his arms, flesh torn open, revealing the stark white bones!
How... is this possible?!
Having already reached the pinnacle of his external martial arts training, his weakness was already hidden within his heart meridian; how could ordinary iron or common blades break through it?
"It seems the rumors are untrue." Lin Tian smiled faintly.
Shoot people first, shoot horses, and capture thieves first.
Now that the commander-in-chief has personally led the troops to the front lines, how can he be allowed to return alive?
The sword intent of death suddenly erupted, the sword light like a venomous snake's tongue, tearing through the air and piercing straight into Wu He's heart!
"Wei Wu Soldiers—Kill!!!"
Clenching his teeth, Wu He swallowed hard, let out a final roar, and then fell backward, lifeless.
"General—!!" The lieutenant's pupils dilated, his eyes turning bloodshot, and he roared hoarsely, "Chop him up! A blood sacrifice for the general!!"
"Chop him up—!! A blood sacrifice for the general!!"
"Chop him up—!! A blood sacrifice for the general!!"
……
A deafening roar erupted, and a rain of arrows soared into the sky, dense as dark clouds pressing down, tearing through the air as they hurtled towards them.
The aura of war surged and boiled, so thick it was impossible to dissipate, so heavy it was suffocating.
Lin Tian did not form a domain, exert his strength, or condense his momentum—letting the myriad arrows rain down upon him.
His body had already been forged with more than 140 true formless sword bones, making his muscles, bones, skin, flesh, five senses, and six perceptions 140 times stronger than those of an ordinary person. Ordinary arrows hitting his skin were like a tickle; if they were to hit his eyeballs, they would only cause a tiny spark of light to fly, and he wouldn't even bother to blink.
Arrows fell like waterfalls, yet he stood like a mountain, his clothes spotless and his hair perfectly styled.
The lieutenant froze on the spot, as if he had seen a living corpse or a vengeful ghost.