Chapter 174: Chapter 165: Fierce Tiger Youth, First-class Generals
[The young man sat there calmly amid the pile of corpses, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, savoring the cake in his hand with large bites. This eerie and chilling scene sent a shiver down one’s spine.]
[Was it his doing?]
[Uncle Zhang’s eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly scanned the ground, seeing that the wounds on these alien race individuals were all concentrated on the head and throat, clean and precise, clearly killed with one strike.]
[This also meant that one person had killed all these hundred alien race cavalry in a short time.]
["True Qi Generals" don’t possess such power.]
[But the young man was drenched in blood, making it difficult for Uncle Zhang to discern his features.]
["Bu’er." Uncle Zhang called softly from a distance, with a hint of uncertainty and probing.]
[The young man looked up and waved at Uncle Zhang.]
["Was it really you?!!" Uncle Zhang stepped forward, wiping the blood off the young man’s face, revealing a familiar face as he checked him up and down, "Are you hurt?"]
["I’m fine." The blood on the young man was all from the alien race. In the slaughter, he entered a realm akin to Martial Arts Gods, not easily overwhelmed by numbers.]
[Uncle Zhang carefully examined him, finding no wounds, then stared at the young man silently for a long while. He looked at the alien race around, dead with eyes wide open, and asked, "Did you kill them all?"]
["Mm." The young man nodded calmly.]
["Did you really kill them?" Uncle Zhang was still unsure, this nephew of his was only nine years old, although his martial arts talent was astounding, he had only practiced for two and a half years and hadn’t entered any realm, without "True Qi", how could he kill so many alien race?!]
[Still, unscathed.]
[The young man saw Uncle Zhang’s disbelief, stood up, looked around wanting to find a survivor to testify that he killed them, but found none after a while.]
[The young man thought for a moment, "Why don’t we go back, take the cattle and sheep?"]
["I believe you, I believe you." Uncle Zhang was taken aback, hurriedly grabbing the young man who was about to ride a horse, and added, "These weapons and leather armor on the ground are worth more than cattle and sheep, let’s pack them up and head home."]
[These are chaotic times, killings everywhere, weapons, and leather armor sold for a good price. Uncle Zhang distributed to dozens of military households, each got a sack of rice, a thick cotton coat, and some meat.]
[After this winter.]
[The young man never went hungry again. One night, "True Qi" grew within him, making him an "Unranked General" in the Celestial Dynasty, a height that ninety percent of Martial Artists never reach in their lifetime.]
[Military households entrusted their offspring to the young man for martial arts training.]
[Following the young man, one could be ennobled and promoted, bringing glory to the ancestors.]
[At ten years old, the young man had a group of followers behind him, some big, some small—big ones sixteen or seventeen years old, the small ones five or six years old, all showing him exceptional respect.]
[In spring hunting, the young man led eighteen riders across the grassland, while Uncle Zhang became his right hand.]
["That tribe ahead has eight hundred young men, we’ll watch for a few days and only need..." Uncle Zhang was pointing at the distant grassland where figures were indistinct, planning to repeat old tricks, mid-sentence.]
["I’ll be right back. You all stay here, don’t move." The young man already raised his new lance, charging ahead, with only his words lingering in the air.]
[Within the tribe.]
[The alien race leader, also the strongest warrior of the tribe, turned abruptly to see a thin young man galloping from afar, calling out in shock, while the men around him burst into laughter.]
["Who is so ruthless to wipe out his clan yet leave a lone survivor, daring to venture into the grassland seeking revenge alone?"]
["Hahaha, it’s been a while since we’ve seen such a fiery young Han youth."]
["Ignorant of death."]
[The alien race leader watched as three tribesmen were instantly killed by a single thrust from the young man’s lance, and immediately flew into a rage, grabbing a three-hundred-pound long-handled large knife, mounting his fine horse, sweeping out like a whirlwind.]
[The blade was fierce and the power overwhelming.]
[Amidst crossing with the young man, he fell headlong to the ground.]
[The alien race leader’s eyes widened, only to see the young man’s horse kicking up dust as it went far, life slipping away quickly, vision blurred.]
[The young man didn’t know that the enemy he casually killed was the alien race leader.]
[The men among the alien race froze at the scene, stunned in place; the leader was a "True Qi Martial Artist", capable of battling "Celestial Dynasty Generals" for three hundred rounds without falling behind, the strongest in the tribe.]
[Da-da-da, the sound of hooves approaching, becoming clearer.]
[As the young man’s figure came into view, the alien race men’s expressions grew more incredulous, fear spreading through their hearts like a tide.]
[The alien race men picked up weapons, attempting to join forces to surround and kill the young man. However, in just a few clashes, ten percent of them fell in the blood pool, the remaining ones saw this and their fighting spirit collapsed and scattered in retreat.]
[The young man wielded his lance with one hand, unstoppable, any who resisted were pierced by his lance, none could survive a single round under his hand.]
[The vast majority of the alien race did not perish at the hands of the youth, but rather met a tragic end under the trampling of their own kin.]
[When Uncle Zhang arrived on the scene with his troops, they were greeted by a jaw-dropping spectacle.]
[The youth rode leisurely on horseback, followed closely by a herd of cattle and sheep as he swaggered through the territory of the alien tribe.]
["You were too reckless," Uncle Zhang said solemnly to the youth, looking at the kneeling alien tribe members, "The chief of this tribe is also a True Qi Martial Artist like you! You’re just flesh and blood, without armor, and a weapon strike to a vital area could kill you!"]
["Once you’re dead, there’s nothing left!"]
[Although the youth was confident that no one could lay a finger on him, he nodded silently seeing the concerned look in Uncle Zhang’s eyes. Uncle Zhang then turned to the alien tribe members and asked solemnly, "Where’s your chief?"]
["That, that... that is our chief." The trembling alien tribesman raised his head and pointed with fear towards a corpse not far away.]
[Hearing those words, Uncle Zhang turned his gaze and met the wide-open eyes of the corpse, which seemed to have died with grievances unpardoned. The wounds on the corpse were fatal, with the deceased resting in peace. Uncle Zhang withdrew his gaze and looked again at the small youth beside him, his lips moved slightly as if wanting to say something, but he swallowed it back.]
[At this moment, he felt he had aged.]
[The pack wolves thrived in unity, whereas the youth was a solitary Fierce Tiger.]
[At twelve, the once-small youth had grown robust, freely imparting his hard-earned Martial Skills, allowing the older generation to retire worry-free.]
[On the grassland, every time the Fierce Tiger Youth went hunting, he returned fully laden with prey.]
[Gradually, the Fierce Tiger Youth realized his uniqueness, as he always led the charge in any battle.]
[In combat, his power would rise in proportion to the increase in the enemy’s number and strength, and after the battle, his strength would diminish gradually, yet a portion would remain.]
[It was precisely this residual force after each fight that made the Fierce Tiger Youth increasingly powerful beyond reason.]
[Regardless of what warriors the alien race dispatched for a challenge, none could withstand the might of a lance in the hands of the youth.]
[His fame spread quickly across the region, known fearfully by all within three hundred li.]
[Limited by his own perspective, Uncle Zhang could hardly fathom the extent of strength the Fierce Tiger Youth had attained.]
[In the Celestial Dynasty, Martial Artists are divided into: Qi Blood, Tendons and Bones, and Five Viscera. Then True Qi emerges, marking unranked Generals, those who comprehend Gang Qi become Second-class Generals, and understanding Divine Intent makes one an outstanding First-class General.]
[As for those who conjure Dharma Aspects, they are revered as Divine Generals, held in supreme esteem.]
[He once compared the youth to having the potential of a Divine General, though just metaphorically, yet the youth with an Innate Battle Body seemingly really is a Divine General... surely he can lead them out of here.]
[At thirteen, Uncle Zhang and his companions gathered martial arts from across the county and handed them to the Fierce Tiger Youth.]
[At fourteen, the Fierce Tiger Youth comprehensively understood it and grasped Gang Qi.]
[Only one thing Uncle Zhang couldn’t teach the Fierce Tiger Youth was the method of organizing troops, as if missing a thread, so they chose a steady-minded young person from the young generation as an assistant.]
[A master traveling the grassland passed by upon hearing the famed "Fierce Tiger Youth" and with enthusiasm brought Treasure Soldiers and a BMW to hunt the Fierce Tiger.]
[He loudly announced his renowned name, instantly attracting admiring glances from the youths, discussing the master’s illustrious deeds.]
[In a single encounter with the Fierce Tiger Youth, he was struck down.]
[This master, daring to travel the grassland, was unquestionably a top-tier warrior acknowledged by the ten li around. He was exceedingly confident, fearing none but Divine Generals in the world.]
[But isn’t every strongman untouchable by foes when leaving their hometown?]
[Happy with obtaining the BMW and a Treasure Soldier-tier Battle Halberd, the Fierce Tiger Youth buried the once illustrious master nearby.]
[The following month, the youth created a Halberd Technique with dedication, and unexpectedly grasped Divine Intent, becoming a First-class General.]
[Someone hurriedly went to report this news to Uncle Zhang.]
["Hmm, got it, don’t make a fuss." Uncle Zhang, hearing it, sat by the dining table, chopsticks in hand, expressionlessly chewing his food, seemingly losing the ability to be shocked.]
[After the informant hurried away, Uncle Zhang slowly stood, stumbled uncontrollably with his footing.]
[Gazing at the sky, he complimented silently, "What a Divine Being!"]
[Elsewhere, the Fierce Tiger Youth sat with a group of companions, tearing into meat heartily, laughter abounding.]
[Quietly, the youth gazed at his mother who was stew-cooking beef and lamb, her face kind and focused. Nearby, his sister busily enjoyed herself, and the room was filled with alluring fragrance of meat.]
[At fourteen, the youth had already accomplished the life’s goals set during his childhood, filled with pride and satisfaction.]
[Three months flew by.]
[The Fierce Tiger Youth hunted an Exotic Beast, yet before returning home, heard the news of his mother’s grave illness...]
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