Chapter 14: Decapitating the Storm Kite! All Attributes Soaring!

"Protect the Marshal!"

Wang Yan's personal guards shouted in desperation, charging forward in waves toward Bao Yuan.

However, the soldiers surrounding Bao Yuan were all elites, no weaker in combat prowess than Wang Yan's personal guards. Several Han soldiers, wielding long spears, thrust mercilessly toward the fallen Wang Yan on the ground.

"I was too reckless... too eager for quick success."

A flash of despair crossed Wang Yan's eyes. She could only watch helplessly as the spears drew closer, having no opportunity to dodge.

It was at that exact moment!

A figure suddenly burst from amidst the chaotic fray, and a streak of blood-red light slashed through the air.

*Crack!!*

The sound of breaking wood echoed.

The several spears thrusting toward Wang Yan were instantly severed.

"Who is it?"

The despairing Wang Yan was struck with shock, her eyes widening as she stared at the person before her.

It was a man clad in logistics army armor, his entire body drenched in blood.

The Han soldiers stared with wide eyes, faces frozen in shock, seemingly unable to react.

But before they could recover.

Zhao Feng leaped up and swung his sword in a single strike.

"Ah..."

Several Han cavalrymen in front of him were decapitated in one stroke.

Their heads rolled onto the ground along with their bodies.

"It is this man who led the Qin logistics army to contend with my forces and stall our progress."

Seeing Zhao Feng charging toward them, Bao Yuan recognized him instantly.

Having dealt with the Han soldiers surrounding Wang Yan, Zhao Feng's gaze immediately locked onto Bao Yuan. That murderous intent in his eyes sent a chill through Bao Yuan's heart.

"Kill him!" Bao Yuan pointed his sword at Zhao Feng.

The surrounding Han soldiers immediately converged, thrusting their spears toward Zhao Feng.

"Your life belongs to me."

Zhao Feng let out a cold shout.

Gripping his sword, he charged forward rapidly.

His speed surpassed everyone's perception. In an instant, he dodged the thrusts of the Han spears. Following that, Zhao Feng leaped into the air, actually jumping directly in front of Bao Yuan to move alongside her.

"Die!"

Zhao Feng swung his sword.

Bao Yuan instinctively raised her sword to block.

*Crack!*

As the blade struck, the immense force directly shattered Bao Yuan's arm. Her weapon fell to the ground, and the sword in Zhao Feng's hand snapped as well.

Clearly, the weapon in Bao Yuan's hand was a divine blade.

Yet, Zhao Feng did not panic in the slightest. Gripping the broken remains of his sword, he lunged forward in a direct thrust.

With a *squelch*.

The half-broken blade pierced straight through Bao Yuan's chest, bypassing even the protection of her armor.

"Pfft!"

"Ah!"

Bao Yuan let out a scream of agony, looking at Zhao Feng in disbelief.

"I... I actually died at the hands of a logistics soldier."

As her consciousness faded, Bao Yuan's heart was filled with resentment.

The moment Zhao Feng landed, he pulled back, and Bao Yuan's corpse fell directly before him.

"The Commanding General..."

The surrounding Han soldiers screamed in terror, filled with despair.

Hearing these cries, Zhao Feng was somewhat surprised.

The Commanding General?

In the next moment, a system prompt appeared.

"Killed the Han Commanding General, Bao Yuan, who possessed extremely high National Providence. Gained 50 points to all attributes. Obtained one Tier-1 Treasure Chest," the panel notified.

"I killed the right person."

Seeing this prompt and the massive loot, Zhao Feng felt a surge of joy.

Following through, he picked up Bao Yuan's sword and swung it down, severing her head.

He hung her head from his waist.

Then, wielding Bao Yuan's sword, he continued his slaughter of the surrounding Han soldiers.

"Kill him! Avenge the Commanding General!"

The numerous Han soldiers roared in fury, attacking Zhao Feng.

Cavalry against infantry should have been a one-sided slaughter.

But Zhao Feng's speed was terrifying; the Han soldiers' spear thrusts could not touch him.

Zhao Feng's figure flickered, and with every appearance, a Han soldier met his end.

"Killed a Han soldier, gained 5 Strength."

"Killed a Han soldier, gained 5 Speed."

...

Now that reinforcements had arrived, Zhao Feng was no longer subjected to a complete encirclement, making his killing even more effortless.

He was frantically harvesting the lives of the enemy.

"What incredible skill!"

"Such immense strength!"

"So many Han soldiers surrounded him and couldn't do a thing, yet he even killed Bao Yuan."

"Such a powerhouse was actually hiding in the logistics army."

"No wonder Bao Yuan was held up here, and no wonder the logistics army could hold off the Han elites for so long. Was it all because of this man?"

"This skill... even the former Marquis of Wu'an would be no match for this!"

Wang Yan watched Zhao Feng, who was weaving through the battlefield in a killing frenzy, with utter shock and horror in her eyes.

At the same time, her gaze toward him held a sense of gratitude; had Zhao Feng not acted just now, she would have lost her life.

But Wang Yan quickly regained her composure.

With Bao Yuan dead, the remaining Han soldiers had lost their command, making this the perfect time to annihilate them.

"All troops, heed my command!"

"Bao Yuan is dead!"

"Annihilate the Han army! Leave none alive!"

Wang Yan swiftly mounted her horse, raised her spear, and shouted.

"Charge! Charge! Charge!"

"Kill!!"

Thousands of Qin soldiers roared, charging toward the exhausted Han army.

The slaughter continued.

Over an hour later, the great battle finally ended.

Looking around, corpses were everywhere.

All seven thousand Han soldiers had become corpses; not a single one survived.

"Congratulations, Host. All attributes have exceeded 600 points. Reward: one Tier-1 Treasure Chest," the panel prompted.

"Though this battle was perilous, I gained quite a lot. All attributes increased by over three hundred, which is equivalent to three tiers. My strength has exploded."

"And I even killed the Han Commanding General, Bao Yuan. Both father and son have fallen by my hand; this truly is a great destiny."

"With this great achievement, I expect to live much more comfortably and prosperously within the Qin army."

Looking at the panel's prompts, Zhao Feng was filled with joy.

This battle was not just about a surge in strength, but also about establishing great merit. These merits would be enough to allow Zhao Feng to advance further—not only would his annual salary increase, but his rank and authority would grow, providing him with the power to survive better within the military.

"Attribute Panel," Zhao Feng commanded.

Age: 15 years old

Strength: 899 (The higher the strength, the greater the explosive power.)

Speed: 615 (The higher the number, the faster the speed.)

Constitution: 618 (The higher the constitution, the faster the recovery from injury and the more inexhaustible the stamina.)

Spirit: 625 (The higher the spirit, the clearer the mind and thoughts. Spiritual power can be projected externally; once it reaches a certain level, one can sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.)

Lifespan: 86 years and 276 days

Personal Space: 6 cubic meters

Martial Skill: Exploding Punch (Mastery: Intermediate. A single punch can release twice the user's physical strength.)

"With my current strength, I could fight my way out even if trapped in the middle of a thousand troops."

"I can already be called non-human."

"And my spiritual perception can extend to six zhang," Zhao Feng thought happily.

This was truly a massive leap in power.

Looking across the entire battlefield, the number of enemies killed by even the most ferocious Qin soldiers was merely a fraction of Zhao Feng's tally.

The headless corpses scattered across the battlefield were clearly the work of Zhao Feng.

In this chaotic battle, Zhao Feng's killing required no complex technique; it relied solely on his attributes and his spiritual power.