Chapter 2 Mission

Qian Xing smiled bitterly as he looked at the two icy gazes, silently agreeing in his heart: Yes.

The black-robed figure extended a wide sleeve and pointed at the gate. The massive bronze immediately emitted a blood-red light, and a powerful suction force pulled Qian Xing into the blood-red light.

The sky was filled with blood-red light, and nothing could be seen.

When the light in front of him brightened, Qian Xing opened his eyes and found himself in a wilderness. He was wearing ancient martial attire, with many patches on it.

At his waist was a sword in a leather sheath.

Touching his head, he found that his hair was now long, tied up and covered with a linen headband.

He realized that his appearance had been altered by the arena.

Taking a step forward, he saw a light yellow linen cloth spread on the ground, with characters emitting a faint blue light.

Bending down to pick it up, he read:

"Scene: The World of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

Difficulty: D-level

Mission: Upon entering the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes, familiarize yourself with the rules. Kill twenty Mongol soldiers and two squad leaders in the camp where a thousand Mongol soldiers are stationed. Gain 200 points.

Mission 2: Prevent Team 1023 from killing Dharma King Jinlun's disciple, Dabala.

Mission 3: Ensure that at least three members of Team 1023 die.

Completion Time: 120 hours. Given that this is the first time for a new player, a 100-hour grace period is provided.

No time grace will be given after this mission.

Consequence of failing this mission: Erasure."

After reading, blue flames rose, and the light yellow linen cloth immediately disappeared.

The most important thing now was to check his own strength. As he thought this, a menu immediately appeared in front of him:

"Digital Character Information: Strength 4, Agility 3, Stamina 4, Spirit 7.

Spirit below 2: Character enters a coma. Stamina below 2: Character cannot move.

Strength determines damage and carrying capacity. Agility determines reaction speed and movement ability.

Character stats are at the average level of an ordinary East Asian.

Storage space: One cubic meter."

Below the prompt, there was a red bar, with a line of text: Stamina multiplied by 10. This must be the amount of damage he could withstand and the degree of damage he could inflict.

Carrying capacity is stamina multiplied by 2.

However, Qian Xing's brows furrowed so deeply that they could almost squeeze out water. Average level of an ordinary East Asian? No way! Although I haven't reached adulthood, I have practiced Iron Sand Palm. How can I be at the average level of an ordinary person?

He gathered his energy in his dantian and channeled the Iron Sand Palm technique into his right palm, turning it completely iron-blue. This was his full strength!

He checked his attributes again, and his strength increased to 7, and his stamina increased to 5. With strength 7, his damage capability was nearly doubled compared to strength 4.

Qian Xing finally relaxed his brows in satisfaction. It turned out that the damage when using techniques was different from when not using them, just like in real life.

No matter how skilled a martial artist is, if they don't use their techniques, they can be beaten by an ordinary person. So, when he wasn't using his techniques, his strength was just at the average level of an ordinary person.

For a college junior, this was already quite good.

He drew the sword, which was about one meter long. He silently checked its attributes: a low-level sword, white equipment, attack 1-3, durability 4, cannot be taken out of this world, can be exchanged for 20 points.

He wasn't good at using swords, and this damned arena didn't even give him a basic sword manual. He had to rely entirely on his own abilities in this world!

A flash of determination crossed Qian Xing's eyes. He sheathed the sword and slowly ran up a small hill, looking for the nearest river or stream.

A camp of a thousand soldiers would certainly be located near a river; otherwise, it would be impossible to supply so much water.

As soon as he reached the top of the hill, he saw a small river winding in the distance. Approaching it, he noticed some debris floating downstream.

The Mongol camp must be upstream. Since this was a beginner's mission, the path shouldn't be too difficult.

He identified the direction and cautiously followed the river upstream.

After the initial tension, his emotions relaxed. The most important thing now was to find a lone Mongol soldier to test their combat strength. The mission completion time was nearly ten days, so he needed to test first before deciding on the next steps.

After walking upstream for about seven or eight kilometers, he finally saw a small path by the river and, at the end of the path, the faint outline of a camp.

Qian Xing immediately crouched behind the thick grass, waiting for soldiers to come and fetch water.

There should be scouts patrolling around the camp, and this water-fetching spot would certainly be a key patrol area, so he had to be careful.

After about fifteen minutes, six Mongol soldiers in leather armor and felt hats, with serious expressions, patrolled down the path. Their legs were slightly bowed, probably from long-term horseback riding.

Qian Xing held his breath, not daring to move, and only relaxed when the six soldiers returned.

These six soldiers were well-disciplined and full of killing intent, clearly elite soldiers. If all six attacked him at once, he would surely die!

Another hour passed, and the patrol soldiers came two more times. Finally, he saw a soldier in leather armor carrying a pair of buckets come to the river.

He was fully armed, with only a curved sword at his waist.

The patrol soldiers came every half hour, and there were only ten minutes before the next patrol.

Qian Xing checked his digital watch and silently approached from behind, holding the iron sword in his right hand, slightly lowered, ready to stab the target's neck.

Based on countless novels he had read, the neck should be a more fatal spot than the chest.

However, Qian Xing had not been trained to kill. Just as he raised his sword, he made a sound with his foot.

The soldier fetching water didn't even turn his head, but his body shrank, and a flash of the sword cut off half his ear. At the same time, a bright Mongol curved sword was in his hand, and he deflected Qian Xing's iron sword with a swift upward slash. With a thrust of his wrist, the bright curved sword swung toward the attacker—Qian Xing.

Qian Xing dodged to the side, performing a classic move—the lazy donkey roll!

Damn it, others in穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which refers to "time travel" or "transportation to another world" in this context) can kill smoothly, but I end up so狼狈 (狼狈 means "embarrassed" or "awkward" in this context)! Elite soldiers are not that easy to kill!

Blood from his left ear streamed down his left face. The Mongol soldier, with a fierce expression, growled like a wild beast, and the blade of his sword, like a bolt of silk, slashed down with no fancy moves—just fast and heavy.

However, as a modern military enthusiast, Qian Xing knew more about the principles of mechanics than the Mongol soldier.

Instead of blocking the sword directly, he slashed at the side of the curved sword. With a clang, the heavy blade was deflected to the side. The striking force generated by Qian Xing, who had channeled the Iron Sand Palm technique, far exceeded that of an ordinary adult.