Mainland Martial Arts

Fei Ze looked at the battle in front of him, his heart tightening, but as a saint, he had his own backbone. With the enemy at the gate, he couldn't just retreat. "It looks like today will be a tough battle. Come on."

Afterward, Fei Ze rushed towards Qin Zhen and Long Mu, and the three of them instantly engaged in a fierce battle. Each collision caused a gust of wind and a loud crash. They soared through the air, displaying a powerful attack force, the demeanor of a true saint.

Lin Feng looked at this scene and fell into deep thought. He knew very well that he was still a long way from becoming a saint.

Seeing Lin Feng's expression, She Wu softly explained to him, "Lin Feng, don't overthink it. Sainthood isn't something that ordinary people can achieve. Countless people die at the Warrior level, and many remain stuck at Grandmaster level their entire lives. Only a very few can break through to the Grandmaster level. At the Saint level, talent is no longer of much use. Perhaps the heavens and the earth won't allow it, or perhaps Saints are godlike beings, so that's something we can't achieve. However, Lin Feng, you reached Grandmaster at the age of fifteen, so you might have a chance to break through to Supreme Sainthood later."

Lin Feng didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on the battle in the air.

Xu Tian spoke up at this time, and he asked anxiously: "Captain She, how can I quickly break through to the Grandmaster level?"

She Wu rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "According to the normal speed of cultivation, the average person would have to be in their thirties to reach the Grandmaster level. The earliest person to achieve this was twenty years old, and no one has broken this record yet."

Xu Tian then glanced at Lin Feng and was about to speak when Captain She interrupted, "He's an exception, because he didn't achieve his breakthrough on his own. Aside from one genius who achieved a breakthrough every twenty years, the earliest breakthroughs in history were around the age of twenty-eight."

Xu Tian suddenly realized, and a trace of helplessness and frustration appeared on his face. For him, this was not a good thing, because he still had deep hatred in his heart, and it was almost impossible to take revenge before he was in his thirties.

The three saints in the sky were engaged in a fierce battle, and a strong wind suddenly arose, making it difficult for everyone to open their eyes. At this point, they were only fighting in the air, and had not yet used their true energy.

Suddenly, the three of them vanished in an instant. No one knew where they went, but the ensuing battle had nothing to do with the three saints.

Following the Grand Marshal's command, all bows and arrows, equipped with detonators, began to fire frantically towards the City of Light. Arrows with longer range pierced the city walls, while those with shorter range landed on the city walls. Then, all of them exploded, resembling a barrage of firecrackers, but several times louder.

Many enemies were blown to pieces before they could even wail. Countless arrows were fired, shattering the houses in the city and setting them ablaze.

Then, those with shorter range fired their large detonators directly at the city gate. Hundreds of detonators exploded simultaneously, yet the sturdy city gate remained intact, demonstrating its immense strength.

Seeing that the soldiers on the city wall were almost killed by the explosion, three of the six generals attacking the city, with their subordinates and 300,000 troops, began the first round of charge.

Lin Feng and Xu Tian were among them. And at the forefront were the six marshals. They rushed to the city gate and simultaneously unleashed their true energy, sending the gate flying back inside. The heavy gate flew into the city, crushing and killing many enemy soldiers.

Then the archers shot arrows at the city gate. The first round shot directly into the city from the gate. The loud explosions rang out, blowing many enemy troops to pieces and making some enemy troops dizzy.

After the bombing, the 300,000-strong army rushed into the city in a mighty force, and a massacre began. Those who couldn't win were pelted with detonators, while those who could win were hacked to death with swords.

Lin Feng brandished the knife in his hand, each blow a sharp slash, beheading the enemies in front of him one after another. His eyes were filled with determination and resoluteness. At this moment, he had only one belief in his heart, and that was victory.

On the battlefield, thick smoke obscured the sky, and the cries of battle were deafening. Six marshals led their elite troops, charging like a torrent of steel towards the enemy-held city.

"Brothers, charge!" a marshal shouted, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

After they rushed into the city gate, they did not blindly engage in a fight with ordinary enemy troops, but instead searched for the enemy commander with a clear goal, because they knew that only by eliminating the enemy's core commander could they minimize their own army's losses.

At the same time, the three generals led their troops and rushed into the city like tigers descending from the mountains.

"Kill! Don't leave any alive!" One of the generals roared, waving the sword in his hand, and enemies fell down wherever he went.

Three hundred thousand soldiers poured into the city like a tide, instantly plunging it into chaos. Meanwhile, the enemy's catapults began to move in the distance. Huge slingshots lifted high, hurling flaming wine jars towards the three hundred thousand soldiers attacking the city.

Lin Feng stood in the crowd, his eyes sternly watching the flying fire pots. Without hesitation, he raised the Star Blade in his hand and swung it violently. Several crescent-shaped blades shot out, colliding violently with the flaming wine jars.

"Boom!" The fire pot exploded instantly, and the flaming liquid splashed everywhere. Both the friendly and enemy soldiers were severely burned by the sudden flames.

Lin Feng's face was covered in dust and blood, but his eyes remained sharp. He looked at the burning soldiers around him, and a pang of pain gripped his heart.

"Damn it!" he whispered through gritted teeth.

Then, he pulled out a detonator from his pocket, channeled his Qi, and fiercely threw it toward the catapult. There was an enemy Grandmaster guarding the area, but the large detonator was so powerful that it instantly severely injured the Grandmaster and shattered the catapult.

"Charge! Cover some people to attack the city wall!" Lin Feng shouted loudly.

Then, the long-range archers received the order and quickly advanced three hundred meters. They lit the detonators and fired their arrows into the sky in unison. The detonated arrows streaked like meteors, heading straight for the catapults.

"Boom boom boom!" A series of explosions sounded, and all the catapults were blown to pieces. The place where the wine jars were originally stored instantly caught fire, forming an insurmountable wall of fire.

"We can only attack from the city wall!" Lin Feng said loudly.

Soldiers climbed up the city walls one after another and attacked the walls on both sides. The walls were filled with thick smoke and the smell of blood, the sound of detonators exploding, and the wailing of soldiers.

The generals rushed to the front to clear the way, brandishing their weapons and engaging in fierce fighting with the enemy. When they got tired, the soldiers took over and continued the charge.