Chapter 20: Rampaging Across the Battlefield

Upon scaling the wall, Qin Jue instantly became the focal point of the enemy’s assault. Countless foes swarmed him like starving wolves, unleashing a barrage of weapons and techniques upon him.

Qin Jue, however, showed no fear. Holding his straight blade horizontally, he charged alone into the enemy formation. A warrior facing him failed to react in time and was decapitated by Qin Jue’s blade, blood spraying into the air!

[Congratulations to the host for killing an enemy. Gained 1 Victory Point!]

A system notification suddenly chimed. Qin Jue paused for a brief moment. The man he had just killed was clearly of a lower cultivation realm than himself, yet he had still earned a Victory Point. Did the points not account for the enemy's strength?

Shaking off the thought, he surveyed the surrounding enemies. His internal energy surged, and the power of his Third-Stage realm erupted. Like a tiger descending from the mountains, he wielded his heavy blade, dancing through the crowd. Every swing carried hundreds of pounds of force. The blade whistled as it sliced through the air; wherever it passed, enemies were struck down, their heads and bodies severed. This heavy blade was far sharper than he had imagined!

[Congratulations to the host for killing an enemy. Gained 1 Victory Point!]
[Congratulations to the host for killing an enemy. Gained 1 Victory Point!]

The enemies on the field were mostly at the First or Second Stage. Qin Jue, a Third-Stage warrior, ravaged the crowd like a wolf among sheep.

Seeing this, the small commander could no longer sit idle. He charged forward with his long spear, his face twisted in a ferocious sneer, bellowing, "Die!"

The spear whistled through the air, its tip glinting with a cold light as it struck at Qin Jue’s lower body from a devious angle. Qin Jue’s gaze remained sharp. He pushed off the ground, vaulted into the air, and performed a mid-air flip. Not only did he evade the lethal strike, but he also seized the momentum to swing his heavy blade downward with hundreds of pounds of force, aiming directly for the commander’s crown.

The commander’s pupils constricted, and he hastily raised his spear to block! With a resonant *clang*, the heavy blade slammed into the shaft. The immense force caused the commander’s knees to buckle, nearly driving him to the ground. Qin Jue did not grant him a moment to recover. Twisting his body in mid-air and using the inertia of his descent, he kicked the commander hard in the chest. The commander, unable to dodge, was sent stumbling backward, knocking over several other warriors in his path.

Qin Jue seized the opportunity to press his attack, blade in hand.

"Stop him! Quickly!" the commander gasped, clutching his chest, his face deathly pale.

Instantly, the warriors beside him surged forward like a tide, attempting to halt Qin Jue. Yet, these First and Second-Stage warriors were like mantises trying to stop a carriage before him. Qin Jue’s eyes turned bloodshot; he swung his blade relentlessly, each strike drawing blood, rampaging through the crowd like a god of war. Some weapons struck him, but they failed to break through his defenses!

Within moments, most of the warriors before him were dead or wounded. Severed limbs littered the ground, and blood pooled into streams. The scene was gruesome. Seeing this, the remaining warriors stared in horror and despair, their feet seemingly nailed to the ground, terrified to take another step.

Qin Jue closed in on the small commander. The man, filled with terror and despair, begged for mercy, "Spare me! Please, spare me!"

*Swish!*

Qin Jue raised his blade and brought it down, ending the man’s life.

[Congratulations to the host for killing an enemy. Gained 1 Victory Point!]

The system prompt sounded, but Qin Jue, his bloodthirst piqued, paid it no mind. His feet never stopped, and his heavy blade spun like a windmill as he continued to slaughter the surrounding warriors.

Only the time it takes to brew a pot of tea had passed since he first scaled the wall, yet Qin Jue had demonstrated terrifying destructive power. Fourth-Stage experts were already rushing toward the scene; he had to finish this quickly. Fortunately, his initial breach had bought time for his teammates. One after another, his comrades climbed onto the wall.

"Captain, we’re here to assist you!" Xiao Wushan and the others rallied toward Qin Jue. Simultaneously, the experts within their battalion began their assault. The ramparts became a chaotic blur of war cries and clashing steel.

With a large number of his allies now atop the wall, the Lingyun Stronghold—home to only two hundred men—could no longer hold out. *Boom!* As the gates were thrown open, those warriors who knew the battle was lost stepped forward to surrender. The walls were already slick with blood and piled with corpses.

Blood-drenched, Qin Jue leaned against the wall, gasping for air. The continuous fighting had left him exhausted; had it not been for his physical constitution bonuses, he likely would have collapsed long ago. He checked his personal interface.

[Name] Qin Jue
[Age] 16
[Realm] Skin and Flesh Realm (Tendon-Tempering Stage)
[Attributes] Strength 5 (+), Constitution 8 (+), Agility 6 (+)
[Cultivation Method] Iron Bone Technique III (Minor Completion) (+)
[Martial Skills] None
[Skills] Archery (Major Completion) (+), Blade Technique (Perfected)
[Victory Points] 37

In a single battle, Qin Jue had killed twenty-two enemies. Such a feat was unparalleled within the entire battalion! He did not rush to distribute his points, deciding to save them for when a genuine crisis arose.

Soon, the battalion assembled. Because their company had performed exceptionally well, they were granted permission to rest on-site, tasked with collecting spoils and guarding the captives. Meanwhile, the others had already departed to attack the next stronghold. Hearing this, Qin Jue felt a pang of regret; had he been able to continue fighting, he could have accumulated even more Victory Points.

"Qin Jue, you have earned the honor of the first breach. I have already reported your achievements to the Commander," Wu Mi said, standing before the formation and addressing Qin Jue in front of everyone.

The announcement left the men stunned. The Commander was the supreme leader of the Vanguard Battalion; to gain his favor meant a future of limitless prospects. Many warriors looked at Qin Jue with undisguised envy. However, it was well-deserved. The credit for the first breach was always the highest honor. If not for Qin Jue leading the charge, being the first to scale the wall, tearing open the defensive line, and drawing the enemy’s focus, they would not have won so easily.

Through this battle, everyone had witnessed Qin Jue’s valor firsthand. The veteran soldiers who had previously harbored dissatisfaction were now completely won over. In the military, strength was the only truth. As long as one was strong enough, others would naturally feel respect and fear. Even Chen Xi’s gaze toward Qin Jue had changed significantly. Only those who had personally experienced the assault knew exactly how difficult it was to be the first to breach a wall. Chen Xi had been knocked down more than once and was still aching; he understood the true value of that feat.

After praising Qin Jue publicly, Wu Mi offered a few words of encouragement to the rest before ordering them to rest and recover their strength. Just then, a soldier hurried over.

"Commander Wu, the Battalion Commander orders your unit to provide support immediately!" the man said urgently.

The men’s hearts tightened. Had something gone wrong?

"Understood!" Wu Mi did not press for details and immediately turned to his men: "Prepare to move out!"