Chapter 6

Chapter 7: Decapitation

Facing the three comrades lying on the ground with bloody chest wounds, the five patrol soldiers roared in anger but found no trace of the enemy.

They also felt that the enemy in this ambush was stronger than the last time.

With no choice, they returned to the camp to report to their superiors and request more reinforcements to search the surrounding forest.

As they turned a corner, the four soldiers in front had already passed the bend, and the last soldier was about to turn when Qian Xing suddenly burst out from the grass, slashing off his legs with one sword strike. Taking advantage of the soldier's loss of balance, Qian Xing inserted his left hand into the soldier's back and used his still-breathing body as a shield in front of himself.

The four patrol soldiers immediately reacted, but with the enemy hiding behind their comrade, they quickly split and tried to flank Qian Xing from both sides.

However, in that instant, the blood from the legless soldier's heart was already absorbed into Qian Xing's left claw.

Qian Xing immediately threw the corpse to the left, and with it, he lunged forward.

A tall, thin soldier swung his sword wildly, trying to cut both the enemy and his comrade's corpse in half!

The corpse was indeed cut in two, but a snake-like sword light shot out from behind the corpse, slicing the tall soldier's throat in two!

Blood spurted into the air like a fountain.

Without stopping, Qian Xing ran at full speed, feeling regretful. To lure these patrol soldiers into the jungle, he had to abandon the blood of the tall Mongol soldier. Seeing how powerful his strike was, the blood in his heart must have been very potent, right?

This thought crossed Qian Xing's mind!

"Ugh, ugh! It's just practicing the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, but why do my thoughts seem a bit twisted?"

Little did he know, since choosing the Nine Yin Manual, Qian Xing had embarked on an endless path of perversion.

The enemy was not a puppet to be manipulated at will. The remaining three soldiers did not chase into the jungle as Qian Xing had hoped, creating opportunities for him to pick them off one by one.

After assessing that Qian Xing's strength exceeded theirs, the three turned and ran back to the main camp!

Qian Xing, unable to catch up, watched as his prey escaped.

Reflecting! Qian Xing wiped the blood from his hands with a Mongol soldier's robe. If he had attacked the five head-on, he could have killed them all, but he might have been injured.

Therefore, to avoid the possibility of injury or death, he chose the strategy of striking and then fleeing to lure the enemy.

"But no one is a fool, especially not the battle-hardened Mongol elite soldiers. If they couldn't judge the situation, they would have died on the battlefield long ago!"

Qian Xing, who had already killed six Mongol soldiers, still needed to kill fourteen more and two decurions!

If part of the enemy escaped each time, he might not be able to complete his mission.

Qian Xing's eyebrows gradually arched, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes. The next time he encountered the enemy, he would have to fight to the death. With only two days left, he couldn't afford to use guerrilla tactics anymore. It was either him or them.

The three fleeing patrol soldiers returned with a small group of over a dozen soldiers. Leading the group was an officer with a steel helmet adorned with two fox fur strips and a body clad in iron armor, with the mouths of two fierce beasts cast on his shoulders to protect them.

This officer must be a decurion of the Mongols, given that the number of soldiers exceeded ten.

If he could survive and return to the Colosseum, he would definitely use his points to exchange for a skill to check the enemy's attributes. The extremely stingy Colosseum offered no ability rewards to newbies, just like the real world, where the survival rate of newbies was abysmally low!

Understanding the situation would help him formulate a strategy. Those who could plan everything before the enemy arrived and take appropriate measures, Qian Xing could only describe them as "near-demonic in intelligence," surely having practiced some great divination technique.

Crouching in the grass, Qian Xing took out the porcelain bottle containing the Jade Bee Needles, wrapped his hand in cloth, and carefully pinched one between his fingers. He began to rub the needle against the edge of his iron sword to coat the blade with the poison from the needle.

The venom on the Jade Bee Needles was no small matter. In "The Return of the Condor Heroes," several people were poisoned just by touching the needles.

With the decurion's arrival, Qian Xing decided to use a precious poisoned needle for a decapitation tactic.

Reluctantly looking at the poisoned needle, he opened the interface: "Jade Bee Needle of the Jade Maiden Sect, Durability 3|1"

Excellent, it could still be used once more!

He quietly lay in wait in the grass, waiting for the two rows of enemies to approach.

His newly acquired power had already spread throughout his body. As the decurion walked in front of him, a flash of sword light appeared, and Qian Xing lunged forward, aiming for the decurion's throat.

The soldiers were already on guard against an ambush.

The decurion twisted his body and shouted, "Form the formation!" A white light enveloped all the soldiers.

The system immediately displayed: "Formation skill, increases the combat power of ten soldiers by 15% and reduces pain by 10%. Duration: 10 minutes."

However, he underestimated the Jade Maiden Sword Technique, which was more cunning than the Quanzhen Sect's basic sword technique.

The sword light, like a snake, turned and, though it missed the throat, it cut a gash on the decurion's face.

The decurion immediately felt a tingling sensation spread throughout his head. He tried to scream but his facial muscles were paralyzed, preventing him from making any sound.

Three Mongol sabers simultaneously slashed at Qian Xing!

Influenced by the "Formation" skill, the speed of the three sabers was significantly faster than the Mongol soldiers Qian Xing had already killed.

Qian Xing forcefully blocked the attack, the sword light flickering, and his body slipping. As the three sabers were deflected, his iron sword sliced a soldier's wrist, causing the soldier to stagger and move with difficulty.

However, the low-quality iron sword now had three notches.

Qian Xing channeled the power of the Nine Yin Manual, his left hand turning as pale as bone. Although the Nine Yin Manual was an internal martial arts manual, when the power was channeled through the fingers, the skin on the entire palm would tighten and undergo a transformation. A skilled practitioner could insert their flesh hands into iron and stone, knowing that a human skull is harder than ordinary stone.

He turned and collided with a Mongol soldier, his left hand deeply piercing the soldier's heart.

Using the soldier as a shield, a thought crossed his mind, and a prompt box appeared: "Low-quality iron sword durability 1"

This iron sword was coated with Jade Bee venom and couldn't be wasted. He immediately threw it with his right hand. A bearded Mongol soldier, the closest to Qian Xing, was about to swing his saber when the iron sword pierced his chest, the force of the impact pushing him back two steps and causing him to fall backward.