Comprehensive Network: Starting with Martial Artists to Stack Passive Skills

Chapter 92 One Hundred Thousand (Part 2)

Hundreds of armor-piercing crossbows fired simultaneously, the arrows tearing through the air with a piercing shriek, stabbing towards the enemy with terrifying penetrating power!

Lu Qingfeng parried with his sword, the sword energy colliding with the crossbow bolt, exploding into a series of sparks.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

At the same time, the tanks have already charged!

Ten chariots came in a fan shape, their spears pointing directly at Lu Qingfeng's chest!

"court death!"

With his left hand, he slashed diagonally!

"Snap!"

The chariot shaft snapped in response, the two warhorses pulling the chariot collapsed to the ground with a miserable neigh, and the armored soldiers on the chariot were thrown off and were shredded by the sword energy before they even hit the ground!

Taking advantage of the momentum, Lu Qingfeng leaped up, landing on the overturned chariot, and with another burst of power, shot towards the second chariot like a cannonball – "Boom!"

With a single punch, the chariot and its armored soldiers were completely blasted apart! Wood chips and blood and flesh flew everywhere!

He followed suit, charging through the chariot formation and destroying chariots wherever he went!

However, besides chariots, there were also cavalry!

In the blink of an eye, the cavalry had already surrounded them from the rear, their hooves thundering and their spears like a forest.

Lu Qingfeng was once again surrounded on all sides.

With shield bearers on the outside, halberdiers on the inside, crossbowmen firing in rotation, chariots charging, and cavalry harassing, Zhang Han transformed his 100,000-strong army into a giant millstone, determined to grind this lone monster to utter destruction.

Two hours have passed.

Lu Qingfeng had small scratches all over his body, a gash on his right rib from the chariot spear, and three crossbow bolts stuck in his back like a hedgehog.

His defenses remained strong, but with the added advantage of the army's strength, some of these ordinary soldiers were able to break through them.

[Network notification: Military strength bonus check in progress — Check successful — Actual damage taken: 1]

Such real damage, though not many individually, adds up to a disgusting amount. But these are just superficial wounds, which only makes the bloodlust in Lu Qingfeng's eyes burn even brighter, and his fighting spirit rises instead of falling!

[The battle spirit has reached its maximum level!]

[Battle Spirit Breakthrough!]

[You receive an additional bonus in this battle: all attributes are increased by 20%, and the final damage dealt is increased by 100%!]

[Unyielding Will Inspired! Your pain tolerance increases! You take extra damage when near death!]

"Not enough—not enough!" he hissed, "Zhang Han! Is this all you've got?!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing throughout the battlefield.

Under the central banner, Zhang Han finally changed his expression.

This man fought fiercely for several hours, killing more than three thousand of his own soldiers, yet he still had the strength to challenge them.

"Issue the order—" Zhang Han slowly rose, drew his sword from his waist, and commanded, "The central army will advance. I will personally oversee the battle. Today, this scoundrel's head will be slain and hung on the flagpole!"

"General, you mustn't!" the lieutenant urged urgently.

"Execute the military order!" Zhang Han shouted coldly.

"Yes—yes!"

The black general's flag began to move forward.

Tens of thousands of Qin soldiers, like a black tide, launched their final assault on the lone, blood-red figure in the center.

Lu Qingfeng grinned as he looked at the moving general's flag.

His laughter was ferocious, his laughter was insane!

From the very beginning, the element of tyranny had been lurking within him, never disappearing.

"Finally—they've finally come out?"

He took a deep breath, and his blood and energy surged once more!

This time, there will be no more reservations.

Liberation Form - 120%, Open!

"boom!!!"

Dark red blood energy surged from every pore like a volcanic eruption, condensing behind him into a blood-red phantom three zhang tall!

The phantom's face was blurred, except for a pair of blood-moon-like eyes that coldly looked down at the soldiers below.

Lu Qingfeng's body began to swell, his muscles bulged, his veins stretched like dragons, and his skin surface was covered with dense, dark golden patterns.

Power, an unprecedented power, surged within me!

Such power! Such domineering will! Who on the battlefield could possibly stop him? No one! Absolutely none!

Lu Qingfeng gripped the sword with both hands, and the sword energy surged to twenty zhang, like a giant pillar supporting the sky!

"Let's kill them all!"

Lu Qingfeng launched another attack!

He was like a blood-red hurricane, tearing a straight bloody path through the black army formation, his target aimed directly at the central army flag!

Zhang Han's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Stop him! At all costs!"

The Imperial Guards advanced in formation. These were Zhang Han's most elite armored soldiers, generally level 8 or above, well-equipped, and fiercely courageous.

but----

useless!

"Get out of here!"

With a single punch, the fist energy surged like a dragon, blasting more than ten guards, armor and all, into a bloody mist!

The sword swept across the mountain, and wherever it passed, the armor shattered like paper!

He moved as if he were in an empty field, cutting through the guards and charging to within thirty feet of Zhang Han's chariot!

Zhang Han finally moved, raising his long spear high and shouting sharply, "Wind! Wind! Wind!"

The army responded in unison, their voices echoing across the land. A fierce and overwhelming aura of battle formation was stirred up, converging on Zhang Han like an invisible torrent.

His aura surged, and a terrifying crimson-black aura condensed on his long spear, within which seemed to be the shouts of countless soldiers and the shadows of clashing weapons.

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Defeating/killing an enemy will increase your rating for this battle.

"Traitor, prepare to die!" Zhang Han spurred his chariot, leaped into the air, and his long spear, carrying the terrifying power gathered from part of the army, transformed into a ten-zhang-long crimson-black spear shadow, tearing through the air and slashing down at Lu Qingfeng!

This strike had already transcended the scope of an ordinary military general, carrying the heavy will of that invincible Qin army. If it weren't for the fact that the dynasty was in its final years and morale was low, this single strike would have been enough to take Lu Qingfeng's life.

However, there are no "ifs"!

Lu Qingfeng lowered his waist and stood at attention, instantly assuming a stance. At the same time, he held the Chongyue Sword horizontally above his head, and the blood and qi on the sword spread out like a long river.

"clang!!!"

The deafening clang of metal clashing echoed across the battlefield. Centered on the two men, a violent shockwave exploded outwards in a ring, sending thousands of soldiers flying.

The crimson-black shadow finally broke through Lu Qingfeng's defenses, leaving a bloody gash on his shoulder. Blood seeped out, but it began to heal in an instant thanks to his powerful self-healing ability.

"Their military strength is indeed extraordinary! But this is what makes it interesting! Slaughtering these lambs to the slaughter has already exhausted me!"

Using the recoil from the parry, Lu Qingfeng swung his sword upwards again, the Chongyue Sword piercing Zhang Han's chest.

Zhang Han swung his spear to parry, and the two engaged in a fierce battle.

The shadows of spears were like mountains, and the sword energy was like dragons. Every collision unleashed astonishing energy fluctuations, making it impossible for ordinary soldiers to get close.

However, Lu Qingfeng's endurance is terrifying.

The almost limitless food reserves in his empty stomach ensured that his blood and energy recovered extremely quickly, making the slight consumption negligible.

In contrast, Zhang Han, though able to temporarily resist with his military might, was consuming the very foundation of his army with every bit of his strength.