Chapter 30

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At night, a raging fire illuminated the sky, and chaos reigned in the entire Yuan-Mongol camp. From the great general Wu Heliangtai to the lowest-ranking soldiers, everyone was running around trying to extinguish the fire.

Not far away, on a small hill, Jiang Chen stood with his sword, the night wind rustling his clothes, which flapped in the wind. At that moment, he was gazing intently at the flames below, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Time passed silently, and soon it was morning. As the first rays of the sun rose and bathed the earth in light, the Yuan-Mongol camp was filled with exhausted soldiers.

Last night, they had first been attacked by Jiang Chen in the dark, losing over two thousand men. Then their supplies were set on fire, and the effort to extinguish the flames had left them utterly drained. They had to remain vigilant against Jiang Chen's sudden attacks, which left them both physically and mentally exhausted. Fortunately, Jiang Chen never attacked during the day, so they were able to rest for a while.

"Damn, damn, this is absolutely infuriating!" Wu Heliangtai stood before the half-burned supplies, his body trembling with anger. The guards beside him trembled in fear, not daring to make a sound, for fear of angering the general who was on the verge of exploding.

After a short while, a deputy general, who was responsible for assessing the damage, returned with a timid voice: "G... General, last night we lost another 2,800 soldiers. Among them, 2,500 were killed by the enemy's attack, and the rest died in the chaos when the supplies were burned."

"What did you say? Another 2,000 men dead?" Wu Heliangtai was furious. He immediately summoned several Yuan-Mongol experts and shouted angrily, "Didn't you say that if the enemy appeared, you would capture them for me to deal with? Now, my soldiers are being killed every night, and you haven't even seen their shadow. What use are you?" In his rage, he drew his sword and slashed at one of the experts.

This man was originally a Tibetan martial arts expert who had been recruited into the Yuan-Mongol army. Normally, with his skills, Wu Heliangtai, though brave, could not harm him. However, due to his innate fear of Wu Heliangtai and the sudden attack, he failed to dodge in time and was cut down, blood splattering his face.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

At that moment, a light clapping sound echoed, followed by a voice with a hint of amusement: "Oh, what are you doing, killing people? I like it too. How about letting me join in?" Before the words were even finished, a bright sword light flashed, slicing through several Yuan-Mongol experts.

Before they could react or dodge, the experts were cut down by the sudden sword light, blood splattering Wu Heliangtai. He stood there in shock, holding his sword, staring at the newcomer.

"Reincarnated Jiang Chen has killed the character Jamukha. You currently possess the talents granted by the cycle. Do you wish to obtain his abilities?"

"Reincarnated Jiang Chen has killed the character..."

"No, no, didn't I say to block out information about people with skills below the third rank?" With a cold snort, the continuous messages stopped.

Indeed, the newcomer was Jiang Chen. For several nights, he had been launching surprise attacks, killing a large portion of the Yuan-Mongol army. The remaining soldiers were in a state of panic and low morale. Therefore, he decided to target the central commander.

Killing the central commander was not an easy task. Otherwise, with the many martial arts experts in the Central Plains, even a small number of them would have been enough to assassinate the commander multiple times. So, last night, Jiang Chen deliberately burned the Yuan-Mongol army's supplies to lure out the central commander, Wu Heliangtai.

"Who are you?" Wu Heliangtai, seeing the sudden appearance of the person, was momentarily stunned. He immediately shouted, "Guards, kill him!"

"Yes, sir!" Hearing the order, the dozen or so guards around him drew their swords and rushed at Jiang Chen. They were among the bravest of the Yuan-Mongol soldiers, and their combined attack was fierce and deadly.

"Looking for death," Jiang Chen sneered. With a step, he unleashed a brilliant sword light from his Broken Gold Sword. His figure moved like a flash of lightning, and in an instant, he had passed through the dozen Yuan-Mongol warriors. The sword then pointed directly at Wu Heliangtai's throat.

Seeing the sword about to take his life, Wu Heliangtai was terrified. He quickly raised his sword to block the attack, trying to protect his vital points. Though not a martial arts expert, he was a seasoned military commander, and his movements were smooth and fluid.

Jiang Chen sneered again, and the Broken Gold Sword advanced with a fierce and unstoppable force. Despite being a precious weapon, Wu Heliangtai's sword was no match for the sword of the former Sword Demon. With a sharp "ding," the Broken Gold Sword pierced through the blade and directly into Wu Heliangtai's throat.

"Ugh..." Wu Heliangtai's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the scene before him. His body, unable to bear the weight, fell backward. Almost simultaneously, the dozen Yuan-Mongol warriors who had tried to stop Jiang Chen also fell to the ground.

The surrounding Yuan-Mongol soldiers, witnessing this, were stunned. After several days of night attacks, the burning of supplies, and now the death of their central commander, they were overwhelmed. Someone started the panic, and they all fled in a frenzy.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen let out a long cry and began chasing and killing them. With the Broken Gold Sword in hand, he moved with unparalleled power, his body drenched in blood. After refining his killing intent, he had completely overcome his inner demons. To him, he was the demon, and the demon was also human; there was no difference between the two.

A human life lasts a hundred years, a demon's a thousand. In a fleeting moment, what is the difference between human and demon?

In the cycle of life and death, with his mind now clear, Jiang Chen felt his true qi surging, his heart pounding with excitement. He sensed a slight improvement in his skills, and the peak of the fourth rank was within reach, as if he could easily attain it by extending his hand.

"Kill, kill, kill.

A man should kill, without mercy. The immortal legacy lies in killing.

I wish to learn the ancient ways, to revive the heroic spirit. Fame is like dung, I care not for the righteous criticism.

Wielding a sword that can cut through iron, I kill in anger. I travel a thousand miles to kill my enemies, and the gods and ghosts are startled by my laughter.

In the battle between heaven and earth, the cruelty shocks the underworld. I kill one in three steps, my heart stops but my hand does not.

Blood flows like a river, bodies pile like mountains. After the battle, I rest on the corpses of my enemies.

Since ancient times, benevolence has harmed people, and righteousness has never been true. Do you not see that lions and tigers gain fame by hunting, while deer are pitied by none?

A man's duty is in the battlefield, and if born a man, he should kill. In a hundred battles, even if he dies, he laughs at his enemies.

Killing one is a sin, killing ten thousand is a hero. Killing nine million, he is the greatest of heroes.

The greatest of heroes, follows a different path.

Seeing through the thousand years of benevolence, killing a million, his heart remains unshaken. Better to be hated by ten thousand than to be criticized by none. In the five thousand years of history, where are the heroes who do not kill?"

Like a meteor, he moved swiftly, his sword like a rainbow piercing the sky. Jiang Chen, in a state of madness, moved with unparalleled power, his sword cutting through the air, releasing boundless killing intent, as if he wanted to destroy heaven, earth, and humanity with his sword. For a moment, blood flowed like a river, and the cries of the dead and the living filled the air.

In the midst of the slaughter, he let out a continuous cry, his voice echoing through the sky, breaking the clouds and turning the earth and mountains red with blood.

Jiang Chen's true qi surged, and with the momentum of his victory over the Yuan-Mongol army, he broke through the barrier and reached the peak of the fourth rank.

What a great slaughter! From morning to night, Jiang Chen pursued the fleeing Yuan-Mongol soldiers for dozens of miles. During this time, he killed thousands, his body drenched in blood. But looking at the army he had scattered with his own hands, he couldn't help but laugh maniacally. He then started a fire on the battlefield, full of blood and corpses, and roasted a sheep:

"Feasting on the flesh of the barbarians, drinking their blood, ha ha, what a pleasure, what a pleasure."

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