Chapter 55: Zhao Feng's Powerful Attributes!

"Enough."

"Stop boasting."

"Hurry up and get some rest."

Listening to the crowd, Zhao Feng spoke with a smile.

As he spoke, Zhao Feng sat directly on the ground, and the others followed suit. After a day and a night of slaughter, the elite soldiers who had breached the city were indeed exhausted.

Now that a temporary truce had been called, they naturally seized the opportunity to rest.

"Attribute Panel."

Zhao Feng immediately summoned his panel.

After a day and a night of fighting, the enemies who had died at his hands were countless. The attributes he had picked up were also innumerable.

Throughout the slaughter, Zhao Feng could feel his strength increasing, but he hadn't checked exactly what level his attributes had reached. Now that he was momentarily idle, he naturally wanted to take a look.

Age: 16 years old Strength: 1656 (The stronger the strength, the greater the explosive power.) Speed: 1234 (The higher the number, the faster the speed.) Constitution: 914 (The stronger the constitution, the faster the recovery from injury and the more inexhaustible the stamina.) Spirit: 923 (The stronger the spirit, the clearer the mind and thoughts; spiritual power can be projected externally, and upon reaching a certain level, one can sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.) Lifespan: 87 years and 678 days Portable Space: 9 cubic meters Cultivation Method: Dragon-Elephant Art Martial Skills: Dragon-Descending Palm, Exploding Punch... (Mastered at Beginner level; a single punch can release twice the user's physical strength).

"Strength and speed are the easiest attributes to pick up. This great battle actually allowed my strength and speed to increase this much. Under the heavens, whose strength could be greater than mine?"

"And I've also picked up nearly a year of lifespan."

"If I keep picking them up continuously, immortality won't be a dream."

Looking at his attributes, Zhao Feng was extremely excited. The enhancement of his attributes was the direct result of a day and a night of full-scale slaughter.

Of course, there were also four treasure chests.

Increasing all attributes by two hundred had yielded two chests; killing General Han had yielded another, and killing Zhang Ping had yielded one more. The latter two were high-ranking officials with great providence, which naturally allowed Zhao Feng to obtain treasure chests from them.

"A pity I couldn't kill the King. If I had killed the King of Han, I reckon I could have triggered a Tier 2 treasure chest, right?"

Looking at the four chests, a sense of greed rose in the depths of Zhao Feng's heart. However, as soon as the thought appeared, he dismissed it himself.

In this era, royal power was supreme. Even the king of an enemy state was no exception. Unless ordered by the King of Qin, no one was permitted to kill a king without authorization. Otherwise, it would not be a merit, but a crime.

At that moment!

Li Teng's war chariot approached.

"Salutations, General!"

The ten thousand commanders and deputy generals under Li Teng's main camp immediately stepped forward, bowing deeply to Li Teng.

"What is the situation?" Li Teng asked calmly from atop his chariot.

"Reporting to the General," a deputy general said respectfully to Li Teng. "The Han Royal Palace is completely surrounded by our army; no one inside can escape. There has been no movement within the palace. We await your command before making a decision."

"Pass my order," Li Teng said in a heavy voice. "Send word to the Han Royal Palace: I will give the King of Han the time it takes for one stick of incense to consider. If he wishes to live and preserve his clan, he must immediately open the palace gates and order all Han troops to lay down their weapons and surrender. If no decision is made after the incense burns out, our army will wash the Han Royal Palace in blood, leaving nothing alive, not even a dog or a chicken."

As soon as he finished speaking, a messenger ran to the gates of the Han Royal Palace and shouted loudly, "By order of the Great Qin! We give the King of Han the time of one stick of incense to consider. If the palace gates are not opened for surrender within that time, our army will immediately storm the palace and leave nothing alive!"

Following his declaration, several other messengers shouted the command, their voices resonant and carrying deep into the palace.

Immediately after this shout, a crack appeared in the palace gates, just wide enough for one person to pass through.

A middle-aged man wearing Han official robes, carrying an air of steady confidence, walked out slowly. Facing the countless Qin elite soldiers filled with killing intent outside the city, the man showed no panic. Even when the Qin archers aimed their bows at him, he did not show fear, walking forward with steady steps.

He possessed the poise of the former Chancellor of Zhao, Lin Xiangru. He did not fear the blades and axes aimed at him.

"This man has some courage."

"With so many arrows aimed at him, every one of our Qin soldiers is like a tiger or a wolf watching him like prey, yet he isn't panicking at all."

"He is a remarkable talent."

As the man emerged, Zhao Feng looked on with some surprise, offering a measure of praise for the man's poise and bravery.

Soon, the man reached Li Teng's chariot, bowed with clasped hands, and offered a salute: "General Li, greetings."

"Scanning all of Han, there is only one person who possesses such poise and courage. That would be the world-renowned Lord Fei."

"This must be Lord Han Fei."

Li Teng glanced at the newcomer and smiled slightly.

"It is merely a hollow reputation, not the reality," Han Fei said very calmly.

"Since Lord Fei has come out, you must have brought the King of Han's decree. I, Li Teng, am a man of war; I do not like beating around the bush. Speak plainly. Will the King of Han fight or surrender?" Li Teng stared at Han Fei, his gaze carrying a sense of intimidation.

Han Fei showed no fear. Instead, he raised his head and gazed steadily at Li Teng, asking, "May I ask the General, if my King surrenders, how will the State of Qin treat my King? And how will you treat my officials?"

"How they are treated depends entirely on the word of my King of Qin. If your King of Han had opened the city and surrendered when our Great Qin soldiers first reached your capital, without harboring any delusions of luck, my King would surely have treated him with grace. But now that our troops are at the gates of your palace, your state of Han has reached its end. Grace is no longer possible. This time, I can only guarantee that you will live." Li Teng said in a deep voice.

The meaning behind these words was very clear. Surrendering when the Qin army first approached the capital would have been beneficial to Qin, as it would have minimized casualties and achieved victory without bloodshed. But now that the capital had fallen and only the palace remained, Han no longer had the standing to negotiate with Qin.

Hearing Li Teng's words, Han Fei's expression did not change. He replied steadily, "If my King surrenders, can he avoid becoming a prisoner? Can he go to another state instead of entering the State of Qin?"

"Lord Fei," Li Teng sneered and added, "Do you think that is possible? Ultimately, the capital has fallen. I do not care whether the King of Han surrenders or not. If he does not, our Great Qin soldiers can easily break this palace. If he does, he may live. So, Lord Fei, do you understand?"

Hearing this, a bitter smile appeared on Han Fei's face. He then said, "Could I ask General Li to give my King a little more time to consider? One hour, and we will surely provide an answer!"

"Something is strange."

Hearing Han Fei ask for an hour, Zhao Feng immediately sensed that there must be something suspicious about it.