The residents of the city were quite pleased to see the garrison win again today, repelling the Huns.
The common people at the border were used to life and death; as long as the enemy didn't breach the city, they were safe.
If the city was about to fall, they would flee with their families.
Living at the border, their lives depended entirely on the garrison's strength.
There weren't many residents within the pass, and many of them were part of trade caravans.
Now, with the Huns' army knocking at the gate, the caravans couldn't leave or return, so they stayed within the pass.
Back at the camp, everyone silently finished their dinner and went to rest.
After a day of fierce fighting with the enemy, they were exhausted both mentally and physically.
Oliver Sheng was no exception. This afternoon, his saber had become dull from chopping, yet he had fought from the east road of Penglai to the west road of Penglai, feeling quite invincible.
Of the two battalions defending the city, they were at full strength when they climbed the walls, but by the end of the evening's battle, only half returned alive.
One could imagine how brutal the war was.
Lying down, Oliver finally had time to check how many kill points he had earned that afternoon.
Name: Oliver Sheng
Race: Human
Realm: Mid Martial Disciple (+)
Cultivation Method: [Wild Bull Strength (Small Accomplishment)]
Strength: 700 pounds
Talent: Bronze Archer (+)
Kill Points: 70
He had 70 kill points. In the morning, he had 25 points left.
In the afternoon, he killed more than thirty enemies, gaining 45 kill points.
Wasn't it supposed to be one kill point per kill?
Why did it suddenly change?
This left Oliver puzzled, unable to figure it out.
Seeing the 70 kill points and the plus sign next to his martial realm, indicating he could advance his cultivation again, Oliver didn't hesitate to allocate points. If he didn't improve his strength now, he wouldn't have the chance if he died.
One-Click Attribute Allocation!
Instantly, a surge of power filled his body, continuously strengthening his muscles, blood, and bones, as if undergoing a tempering and transformation.
At the same time, the experience and memories of cultivating Wild Bull Strength flooded his mind.
It was as if he had practiced Wild Bull Strength thousands of times, with those experiences and memories deeply imprinted in his mind.
The enhancement was complete.
Name: Oliver Sheng
Race: Human
Realm: Late Martial Disciple
Cultivation Method: [Wild Bull Strength (Small Accomplishment)]
Strength: 999 pounds
Talent: Bronze Archer (+)
Kill Points: 30
Advancing to the late Martial Disciple realm had consumed 40 kill points.
"These kill points are really not enough." He had fought desperately all afternoon, and the kill points he earned had only raised his realm by one level.
Seeing the remaining 30 kill points, and the plus sign next to Bronze Archer, Oliver decided not to allocate points to improve his archer talent.
He planned to save them and ask the veteran for a saber technique book tomorrow to improve his saber skills.
Otherwise, in battle, relying solely on brute strength would be tough against enemies of the same realm.
Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it!
In this world, he had a golden finger, and he was destined to reach the pinnacle of life and see different sights.
In this vast world, with beauties everywhere, it wouldn't be worse than those Internet celebrity…
With beautiful dreams, Oliver fell into a deep sleep.
***
The next morning, Oliver was woken up for training.
At the border, only by being strong could the garrison survive.
Suddenly being called up for training, Oliver was still a bit unaccustomed.
The last time he got up so early for training was back in—That youthful and hopeful era.
After practicing the Wild Bull Strength body refinement technique a few times, it was time for breakfast.
Today, their battalion didn't need to guard the city walls, but they couldn't be idle and had to stay on standby in the camp.
After breakfast, Oliver found the veteran.
"Uncle!" Oliver rubbed his hands and smiled.
"What do you want?" The veteran looked at Oliver.
"Hehe, well, do you have any saber techniques in the army? Teach me, please." Oliver chuckled.
"That's it? You act like a thief." The veteran rolled his eyes at Oliver.
"You killed quite a few enemies yesterday. I've reported your military merit. As long as you don't die, getting a sergeant position in the future won't be a problem." The veteran said.
Above a platoon leader is a corporal, who can command fifty men. A sergeant can command a hundred men.
A sergeant is considered a junior general in the army, holding a ninth-rank military officer position.
What the veteran said about getting a sergeant position wasn't an exaggeration. Based on Oliver's military merit from killing enemies yesterday, it was more than enough to get promoted to sergeant.
Unfortunately, the death rate among border soldiers was extremely high. Many soldiers died before they had a chance to get promoted.
"Uncle, let's not talk about that now. Teach me the saber technique first."
At this moment, Oliver didn't care about becoming a sergeant; he just wanted the saber technique to improve his combat skills and fighting power.
Survival was the most fundamental.
Only by staying alive could he talk about anything else.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" The veteran glared at Oliver.
"Brothers Oliver, even if you didn't ask, the platoon leader would have taught you the saber technique." Zane Wang said with a smile.
Yesterday afternoon's battle showed that although Oliver had strength, his saber technique was terrible, and they all saw it.
"Watch closely, I'll demonstrate it for you." The veteran drew his saber and demonstrated the technique for Oliver.
Oliver nodded excitedly, watching the veteran intently, afraid to miss any detail.
The veteran began his demonstration. Every move of his saber was extremely sharp, designed for killing.
There seemed to be a layer of blood fiend aura around the veteran's saber, lowering the surrounding temperature. The saber moved as if it was part of his body, wielded with ease.
Eighteen moves in total, the veteran finished the demonstration and looked at Oliver.
"How was it? Did you remember it? Do you need me to show it again?"
Oliver nodded and said with a smile, "I remembered it all. Thank you, Uncle."
"Really remembered it?"
Everyone looked at Oliver.
"Yes!" Oliver nodded. How could he not remember?
Name: Oliver Sheng
Race: Human
Realm: Late Martial Disciple
Cultivation Method: [Wild Bull Strength (Small Accomplishment)] [Blood Fiend Saber Technique (Not Yet Mastered) (+)]
Strength: 999 pounds
Talent: Bronze Archer (+)
Kill Points: 30
Seeing the saber technique recorded by his golden finger, with a plus sign next to it, Oliver didn't hesitate to allocate points.
One-Click Immortality, simple and quick.
Instantly, ten kill points disappeared, and the experience of the Blood Fiend Saber Technique flooded his mind, making Oliver feel like he had practiced it for two and a half years.
"Show me your practice." The veteran tossed the saber to Oliver.
Oliver caught the saber and began practicing.
Upward Slash of the Sparrow, Splitting Hua Mountain, Horizontal Saber to the Horse, Night Battle Eight Directions, Sweeping Thousands of Troops, Random Chopping and Slashing…
Oliver skillfully practiced the eighteen moves of the Blood Fiend Saber Technique.
The veteran, Ian Zhang, Zane Wang, Jerry Li, and Tom Li looked at Oliver as if they were looking at a monster.
To reach this level after seeing it once, could this kid really be a martial arts prodigy?
"Impressive, Brothers Oliver. You reached a level that took us two and a half years to achieve after seeing it once." Ian Zhang said admiringly.
"Sometimes, I really hate the unfairness of heaven." Zane Wang sighed, looking at Oliver.
Oliver, who looked like a scholar, turned out to be a martial arts genius. Who could reason with that?
"Hehe, I just have good comprehension." Oliver chuckled foolishly.
"Alright, don't get arrogant. Keep practicing. You're just a beginner." The veteran said.
"Yes, Uncle, I understand." Oliver nodded.
Name: Oliver Sheng
Race: Human
Realm: Late Martial Disciple
Cultivation Method: [Wild Bull Strength (Small Accomplishment)] [Blood Fiend Saber Technique (Beginner) (+)]
Strength: 999 pounds
Talent: Bronze Archer (+)
Kill Points: 20
Seeing that the Blood Fiend Saber Technique could still be improved, Oliver didn't hesitate to allocate points.
The Blood Fiend Saber Technique advanced from beginner to small accomplishment, consuming 20 kill points.
With the kill points exhausted, his combat power increased another level.
Seeing the used-up kill points, Oliver felt uneasy.
It was like having a bank card with a zero balance.
***
"Boom Boom Boom…"
Beyond the pass, the war drums sounded, and the Huns' army began their assault again.
In the camp, Oliver looked at the city walls, eager to join the battle.
Without killing enemies, there were no kill points. Without kill points, he couldn't get stronger.
This made him feel very uncomfortable.
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