Chapter 7

Chapter 8: Chaos and Madness

Just then, a heavenly voice-like prompt appeared: "The Decurion is dead. You have earned 30 points. The bonus skill from the 'Formation' skill has disappeared."

Due to being slashed across the face, the Decurion, who had no internal energy or similar abilities, quickly died from the poison of the Jade Bee Needle.

The bonus from the "Formation" skill for the soldiers also disappeared. Moreover, the sudden death of their commander caused the soldiers to fall into a temporary panic.

The prompt immediately appeared again: "Mongol soldiers, due to the death of their commander, will enter a 10-second state of confusion. After 10 seconds, they will enter a frenzied attack state. According to Mongol military law, if a commander dies, all the soldiers under his command will be beheaded."

In other words, if Qian Xing did not kill the Mongol soldiers present within these 10 seconds, they would go mad and attack Qian Xing, as they would all be executed.

What a nightmare!

Qian Xing cursed the person who made this rule, truly a despicable act. If a Centurion or a Commander were killed, the 100 or 1,000 soldiers under their command would go mad, and even the most skilled experts would be minced meat.

Cursing the变态 (pervert) in his heart, Qian Xing's hands moved like lightning, and two Mongol soldiers, now moving clumsily, had large, bloody holes in their chests.

Qian Xing's chest and arms were covered in blood, like a fierce ghost descending from the heavens. His hands created countless bloody afterimages as he used the "Heavenly Net" palm technique and charged at the remaining Mongol soldiers!

His bloody hands danced, creating beautiful blood flowers. In a few breaths, he killed three more confused Mongol soldiers.

In this ambush, he had already killed eight soldiers and one Decurion. Adding the six Mongol soldiers he had killed earlier, Qian Xing had killed 14 soldiers and one Decurion. He only needed to kill six more soldiers and one Decurion to complete the first task.

Once the first task was completed, he could calculate the task completion rate, at least giving himself a better chance of survival.

The struggle for survival and death made Qian Xing's blood boil, and he couldn't help but let out a strange cry. His hands flashed, and he plunged them into the hearts of two more Mongol warriors.

Blood bloomed in the air. Just as another Mongol soldier fell backward, the 10-second "confusion" state finally ended.

The remaining four Mongol soldiers, realizing that their commander was dead and they would also be executed, their eyes flashed with a blood-red light. Their muscles swelled, even tearing their battle robes!

Facing these frenzied soldiers, Qian Xing did not dare to be careless. He picked up a Mongol saber and used it like a sword, taking advantage of the fact that the four soldiers had not yet regrouped. He slashed diagonally at the nearest soldier!

The frenzied soldier raised his saber to block, and with a "clang," although his block was deflected, Qian Xing's saber slashed through, cutting half of his face off. However, Qian Xing's right hand felt a numbing sensation.

Their strength after going mad was not much less than his own when he used internal energy!

Realizing this, Qian Xing was shocked. A cold light flashed, and another soldier, moving at a speed that surprised Qian Xing, chopped at his side.

Qian Xing's feet shifted, and the saber grazed his shoulder. His left hand, moving with a snake-like precision, slipped under the soldier's arm and plunged into his heart.

Now he could only rely on the advantages of basic sword and palm techniques!

The remaining two soldiers, seeing this person kill over a dozen of their comrades, did not flee but instead charged forward with even more madness in their red eyes.

However, with only two of them left, they were no match for Qian Xing. Using the basic footwork of the Quanzhen Sect and the basic sword techniques of the Yunnü Sect, Qian Xing's figure flickered. After killing one Mongol soldier, he deflected the desperate slash of the last soldier and plunged his right hand into his heart, not wasting the last soldier's blood.

Panting heavily, Qian Xing opened the interface: "You have killed 21 Mongol soldiers, earning 126 points. Killing one Decurion earned 30 points. Obtained two Mongol sabers, which can be exchanged for 4 points. Total points: 162."

Damn, at this rate, killing one soldier earns 6 points, killing a Decurion earns 30 points, and getting a saber earns only 2 points. Even if he killed 20 soldiers and two Decurions, he would only get 180 points. He would need to obtain 10 more sabers to reach 200 points.

This one cubic meter of storage space wasn't given for free. Qian Xing picked up 10 sabers from the ground and stored them, watching his points finally reach 200.

At the same time, he noticed his stamina had dropped to 2.2, and the red stamina bar was almost half gone.

Only then did he notice a brown object next to the Decurion's body.

Picking it up, he saw it was a piece of brown jerky.

A prompt appeared: "You have obtained beef jerky. Consuming it will restore 2 points of stamina."

This was better than the last piece of steamed bun he had.

He immediately stored the beef jerky and ate the last piece of steamed bun, which increased his stamina from 22 to 37, a勉强 (barely) sufficient recovery.

While practicing the Nine Yin Manual, Qian Xing realized that sitting meditation to practice internal energy could also restore stamina.

However, the sun was already setting, and he didn't know when Team 1023 would arrive at the Mongol camp to kill the disciple of the Golden Wheel Dharma King—Dalba.

He still needed to kill one more Decurion and had no time to sit and meditate to recover his stamina.

So, his next target was the Mongol camp.

Qian Xing stripped a set of intact Mongol soldier's armor and leather armor from a corpse, entered the deep grass, and stealthily moved toward the Mongol camp.

However, the closer he got to the camp, the more stringent the patrols became. Seeing that soldiers entering and exiting the camp gates had to give a password, Qian Xing abandoned the idea of infiltrating the camp to assassinate a Decurion and then escaping in the chaos. Instead, he hid in the grass outside the camp and took out the Jade Bee Needle with only 1 durability left, starting to coat the blade.

However, just as he finished coating the front half of the blade, he heard a "ding," and a prompt appeared: "Jade Bee Needle durability: 0/0."

At the same time, the milky yellow Jade Bee Needle turned gray.

This Jade Bee Needle was now useless.

Despite this, Qian Xing, unwilling to discard such a precious item, put it back in the porcelain bottle.

He still had three Jade Bee Needles left, and with their potent poison, they were like three trump cards in his hand.

He remained hidden in the grass until the sun was near the horizon. Then he saw a strange group of eight people approaching the main camp gate. None of them wore Mongol military uniforms, and two were completely covered in black robes.

The clear voice of the sentry at the camp gate, shouting for them to stop, reached Qian Xing's ears.

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