Oliver Sheng’s keen sixth sense sensed a terrifying danger approaching, causing his hair to stand on end.
He quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding a deadly strike from the Huns’ Postnatal Martial Artist, Levi Yi.
The sharp saber light left deep scars on the ground where it struck.
Had it hit him, it would have surely cleaved him in two.
“Despicable Hun, attacking by surprise! You shameless bastard!” Oliver cursed angrily, forgetting how he had used even more underhanded tactics against the Huns in the past.
“Wei Dog, prepare to die!” Levi didn’t waste time with words, launching a fierce attack.
The bright saber light, carrying a sharp intent, slashed through the air as if to split the void itself, its power heavy and ruthless.
Oliver gripped his battle saber tightly, channeling the True Essence within him, using all his strength to counter. He wanted to measure the power of a Postnatal Realm expert.
Levi’s strikes were vicious and deadly, clearly aiming to kill Oliver.
Oliver’s blood surged within him. He frantically channeled the Great Sun Heart Sutra, mobilizing all his blood energy, and used the Blood Fiend Saber Technique to fight back.
This was his first time facing a Postnatal Martial Artist head-on.
The opponent’s strength was immense and solid, his body as tough as steel, making it nearly impossible for Oliver to inflict any damage.
Though his saber technique was fast, it couldn’t harm Levi.
But Levi’s violent power caused Oliver’s hands to crack and bleed.
Their saber strikes were swift and fierce, making it impossible for anyone nearby to approach.
The terrifying saber light left marks on the city walls, but fortunately, the bricks were made of special materials, as hard as iron.
Otherwise, such terrifying power would have shattered the bricks with a single strike.
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
The sound of sabers clashing echoed through the air. Both moved swiftly, exchanging over a hundred blows in a short time.
Oliver’s hands bled, revealing the significant gap between him and a true Postnatal Martial Artist.
Levi, like a fierce wolf, exerted unprecedented pressure on him.
Oliver looked at his battle saber, now full of nicks, and realized it wouldn’t last much longer.
People around them avoided the combat zone, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire and die unjustly.
Seeing Oliver’s fast saber technique, Levi threw a punch. The force of his punch stirred the air.
Oliver immediately channeled the Great Sun Heart Sutra, his left hand forming a fist that glowed with golden light, like a miniature sun, clashing with Levi’s punch.
“Boom!”
A thunderous sound echoed in mid-air, like a thunderclap, heavy and powerful, making hearts race.
Levi was astonished. He was sure Oliver was only at the early Martial Master Realm.
Yet his strength was not inferior to a newly advanced Postnatal Martial Artist.
Such talent was extraordinary. Even among the Huns, few could fight a Postnatal Martial Artist while still a Martial Master.
Those who could were rare prodigies.
A demon like Oliver in the Garrison at Peace Pass made Levi’s killing intent surge.
He vowed to kill this martial prodigy in the cradle, or he would become a great enemy of the Huns in the future.
With killing intent boiling, Levi’s blood energy surged, hot as the sun. He attacked Oliver like a fierce wolf.
Levi’s saber light was dazzling, sharp, and ruthless, combining punches and kicks, his body as tough as iron, making Oliver’s body ache with each hit.
The clash of their sabers and fists sounded like thunder, the air crackling with their power.
This was the terrifying might of a Postnatal Martial Artist. Once they reached the Innate Realm, their True Qi could extend outside their body, exponentially increasing their destructive power.
Facing the murderous Levi, Oliver pushed the Great Sun Heart Sutra to its limit. His blood energy surged, True Essence roared, making him seem like a blazing sun, filled with violent power.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Their fists collided, sabers clashed, producing muffled thunderous sounds.
Everyone around was shocked, even Calvin Yang and others on the city tower turned their attention to the fight.
Oliver’s performance, fighting a Postnatal Martial Artist with early Martial Master strength, was dazzling and impressive.
Such a rare martial genius, able to fight a Postnatal expert with early Martial Master strength, was extraordinary.
As they fought fiercely, Oliver’s fists felt like they were hitting steel, incredibly hard, making his hands ache.
But when he took a punch from Levi, it felt like being hit by a heavy cannon, his body nearly falling apart.
This was the power of a Postnatal Martial Artist, with a body as tough as iron, abundant blood energy, and extraordinary strength, far beyond a Martial Master’s capabilities.
Fortunately, the Great Sun Heart Sutra was miraculous, quickly healing his injuries.
His True Essence was inexhaustible, giving him the confidence to fight Levi.
After over a hundred exchanges, Oliver realized the gap between him and a true Postnatal Martial Artist.
Having strength comparable to a Postnatal expert didn’t mean he could truly contend with one.
His realm was still too low.
Gradually falling into a disadvantage, Oliver struggled more and more, narrowly avoiding Levi’s killing moves several times.
“Bang!!”
A long spear struck, forcing Levi back.
“Step back, let me handle him,” Harrison Zhou said.
Seeing his attire, Oliver realized he was a Colonel, likely from the Fifteenth Battalion.
Oliver, knowing his limits, turned and left without hesitation.
Indeed, he couldn’t handle Levi yet. In another hundred moves, he would surely lose.
A wise man knows when to retreat. Once his cultivation improved, he would seek revenge.
Levi glared at Harrison, eyes sharp as a wolf’s. This man was a mid-Postnatal expert. Seeing Harrison intervene and let Oliver escape, Levi was unwilling.
“Levi, let’s team up and kill him,” another Postnatal Martial Artist from the Huns climbed the wall.
“Kill!”
The two attacked Harrison together!
Facing two Postnatal Martial Artists, Harrison remained fearless, wielding his long spear against them.
Freed from Levi, Oliver turned his attention to the Hun soldiers.
If they bullied him for his lower cultivation, he would bully those weaker than him, killing Hun soldiers to gain Kill Points and improve his cultivation, then come back for a rematch.
With a mindset of “if I can’t beat you, I’ll kill your subordinates,” Oliver charged into the Hun army.
“Kill, take the city, plunder wealth and women! There are plenty of women in the city!” The Hun soldiers shouted, crazily climbing the walls.
Hearing about women, the Hun soldiers’ eyes gleamed red, like hungry wolves, eager to rush into the city to pillage.
Oliver couldn’t understand their shouts but found them noisy.
Like a tiger among sheep, he charged into the Hun army, starting a massacre.
With each strike, he killed three soldiers, continuously slaying the Hun army.
“Kill that Wei Dog!”
“Kill him.”
“He’s a demon, killing so many of our people. Kill him.”
The Hun soldiers shouted, raising their sabers to attack Oliver, planning to overwhelm him with numbers.
Seeing the fearless Hun soldiers, Oliver laughed joyfully, his blood-red saber continuously reaping their lives.
The Innate experts among the Hun army moved, but were intercepted by General Who Defeats the Huns, Elliott Sun, and others.
Today, the Grandmasters among the Huns did not act.
Seeing his soldiers still held back on the walls, the Left Wise King continued to send troops.
“Send another five thousand soldiers. Even if it costs us, we must exhaust the Wei army to death.”
The Left Wise King’s gaze was cold, treating the Hun soldiers as expendable, indifferent to their lives.
As long as they exhausted the Garrison at Peace Pass, it was worth it.
“Yes, my king!”
His subordinates continued to send troops. The Huns had many tribes, countless warriors. Losing some was insignificant to them.
As the ruling noble class of the Huns, ordinary Hun tribesmen were considered their subordinates.
In war, they were soldiers; in peace, they herded cattle and sheep for the nobles.
Another five thousand Hun soldiers joined the siege, increasing the pressure on the city walls.
“Deploy two more battalions to defend the walls!” Calvin Yang immediately ordered.
The Hun army’s assault grew fiercer. Without deploying two more battalions, they feared they couldn’t withstand the Hun army’s attack.
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