Chapter 1 Dark Clouds Obscure the Moon

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the night was dark and the wind high.

On the sparsely wooded hills, a massive imperial army camp was situated.

This was an important stronghold, heavily guarded to control key points. It was one of the salient features of the government troops’ line of defense, serving the dual purpose of engaging the enemy and deterring their flank. Furthermore, it formed a vigilant defensive layout with several surrounding passes, ready to reinforce each other at any time.

The camp was situated on high ground, with all surrounding trees felled, providing a clear field of vision. Numerous sentry posts and hidden guards were scattered nearby, patrolling in groups of three to five, constantly on alert for enemy night attacks. It could be said that the defenses were tight, and nothing could escape their notice; no troops could quietly approach within several miles of the camp.

In a certain area to the northwest, a team of five mounted sentries was on night watch, with no one engaging in idle chatter.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance, heading towards the camp, entering the sentries' line of sight.

However, the night was dark, and they couldn't make out the specific appearance.

"Someone's there!"

The five sentries felt a jolt of alarm and spurred their horses forward, quickly flanking from the left and right.

Soon, the sentry team intercepted the suspicious person. Four riders circled around closely, while the remaining rider stayed back, keeping watch from a distance.

"Halt! Surrender immediately, or die!"

One of the sentries, with his hand on his weapon, shouted subconsciously.

Since only one person had appeared, the sentries initially thought it was a lost villager or a lone rebel scout.

However, upon closer inspection, the sentries were immediately shocked.

The uninvited guest had disheveled hair, a burly and muscular frame that seemed to burst the leather armor on his body, and a bundle of dark iron spears slung across his back. He was none other than the rebel leader "Dragon King" Chen Feng, who had left a deep impression on the government troops and was impossible to mistake.

"Enemy attack! Report at once!"

Without any hesitation, the sentries whipped their horses around to flee, shouting urgently.

However, in the next moment, a powerful and heavy gust of wind swept past, creating a deep, resonating sound.

*Pa pa pa—*

A shower of blood exploded in the air. The upper bodies of four sentries fell from their horses, all severed at the waist, their entrails and spines dragging behind.

The four riderless steeds, startled, galloped away, the sentries’ lower legs still caught in the stirrups, dragged along and leaving winding trails of blood.

Blood dripped from the spear tip, blossoming into red plum blossoms on the ground.

Zhou Jing hoisted the iron spear back up, watching as the last sentry, who had not approached, fired a signal arrow while desperately spurring his horse towards the camp.

He didn't chase after him, but slowly walked towards the government army camp, ignoring the piercing alarm of the signal arrow.

"Let's have a good fight tonight."

An excited light shone in Zhou Jing's eyes as he decided to go all out tonight.

He possessed the Combat Intuition talent, and his very bones loved fighting, as he had already shown in the world of exotic beasts.

Apostle Chen Feng, with his extraordinary talent, had practiced the martial artist system for several years. Although limited by the assessment constraints of the main body in the academy to acquire further knowledge, he could only practice the "Basic Tempering Method," but his attainments in this area had reached a height that even martial artists in the main world found difficult to match, his foundation being quite solid and his combat power extremely outstanding.

None of the natives of this world could currently force Chen Feng to use his full strength. His duel with Bill on the battlefield was mainly for show, so naturally he was holding back.

Because of concerns about Ling Fengzi’s influence, he avoided both armies during the battlefield performance, so as not to affect too many soldiers.

But this time, Zhou Jing didn't intend to hold back. He would directly engage in the government army, hoping the aftershock would kill as many as possible.

Tonight, he directly exposed himself to the eyes of the hidden sentries, allowing them to raise the alarm. He didn't intend to launch a sneak attack, but approached openly, giving the government troops time to prepare for the assault, thereby crushing the enemy's morale and deterring the government troops.

*You know I'm coming, but can you stop me?*

In addition, Zhou Jing was not alone; he had also brought troops, hidden in the distance, waiting for orders.

The tactic was simple and crude. He would charge in alone, unleashing full destructive power, and after disrupting the enemy army, his own troops would seize the opportunity to act.

Zhou Jing unhurriedly walked to the front of the camp. By this time, the defending soldiers had already been awakened. They tightly closed the camp gates, assembled their troops to defend each crenellation, and countless arrows were aimed at him as he approached the gate.

Although there was only one bandit, the numerous government soldiers dared not attack and surround him, instead adopting a defensive posture.

"Stop! Chen, if you come any closer, we will unleash a volley of arrows!"

An officer hid behind the gate, not daring to show his head, and shouted sternly.

Zhou Jing stopped, ignoring the countless archers, and grinned:

"So many of you against just me, yet you don't even dare to leave the camp. You're all cowards. I came here alone tonight to personally send you to the Yellow Springs. Why don't you try shooting and see if you can kill me?"

As soon as he spoke, the government soldiers were shaken.

One person daring to openly attack the camp!

The soldiers subconsciously felt it was absurd, but their opponent was Chen Feng, who had already displayed terrifying martial prowess. They dared not take it lightly and became nervous.

Although only one enemy was attacking, the officer dared not be careless and roared an order:

"Release the arrows!"

*Swoosh swoosh swoosh—*

In an instant, a rain of arrows poured down, covering Zhou Jing from all directions.

Zhou Jing didn't dodge, but bent his knees and leaped, the ground cracking directly beneath his feet. His body shot out like a cannonball, facing the barrage head-on.

Countless arrows struck his body, all deflected by the circulating protective *gangqi*.

Apostle Number Four had practiced the profound martial arts of the local sect for so long that they had already undergone qualitative changes. He was the first person in this world to break through to a new realm of the [Martial Arts Internal Force] system, with his internal energy reaching the stage of casual release, raising the upper limit of the martial arts system of this world.

Coupled with the winding application of the martial arts aura, his body surface was covered by an invisible gas shield, and ordinary people's attacks simply couldn't break through the protective *gangqi*.

Moreover, his own resistance was already at the second-order level, and he also possessed the [Thick Skin] trait, making his muscles tough and difficult to penetrate with sharp weapons, providing full defense. He was not afraid of the arrow scattering at all.

He crashed straight through the camp gate, his charge unbroken. The soldiers holding spears and shields, defending the line behind the gate, were instantly knocked over, their formation broken.

Zhou Jing wielded the black iron coiled dragon spear, showing no mercy at all. He charged and killed with sweeping blows, as if entering an unpopulated land amidst the ten thousand soldiers, raising a storm of blood and gore wherever he went, unstoppable.

*Whoosh whoosh whoosh—*

The invisible *gang* wind energy was even more recklessly released. Without physical contact, enemies could be killed from dozens of feet away.

Inside the camp, government troops were layered upon layer, surrounding a single person, but they were instead beaten to a miserable death, finding it difficult to even get a full corpse under Zhou Jing's spear.

The crowd fell like cut wheat, in swathes. The government soldiers were terrified. The soldiers in the inner circle hesitated to move forward, even retreating in fright, while the outer circle had a continuous stream of government soldiers supporting, coercing their comrades to attack.

"Hold Chen, reinforcements will arrive soon. Realist Yu Feng is on his way!"

An officer hid among the soldiers on the periphery, shouting loudly to stabilize morale.

It would have been one thing if the two armies were fighting, but at this moment, their opponent was only one person, and he was indestructible, possessing overwhelming destructive power. It was completely beyond normal people's understanding and was too detrimental to morale. The troops' morale was easier to collapse than in normal combat.

Zhou Jing ignored the government troops' reaction, killing and slaughtering wantonly. The surrounding corpses piled up like mountains.

Just as the government soldiers were about to rout, a gust of cold wind suddenly swept through the field.

Everyone looked up at the same time, only to see Realist Ling Feng flying over.

"Realist Yu Feng is here!"

"Great, Realist, please take action quickly and don't let this Chen run rampant!"

The government soldiers' spirits were lifted, overjoyed, feeling that their savior had finally arrived.

They saw Realist Ling Feng, without saying a word, stirring up a gale and fighting Chen on the ground.

But soon, everyone realized that something was wrong.

The two fought fiercely, the battle shaking heaven and earth, but they didn't avoid the surrounding soldiers, stirring up wind and sand in the camp, and countless government soldiers were swept into it.

Some were smashed to pieces by Chen Feng, some were cut off by wind blades, and some were swept into the sky by the gale, falling into a pile of flesh.

For a time, the number of government troop casualties increased sharply. More people died, and they were completely unable to maintain their battle formation in the gale. The formation was completely shattered.

In addition, everywhere was full of wind and sand, blurring their eyes. The visibility was extremely compressed. All the government soldiers didn't know the situation on the field. They could only hear screams, either near or far, one after another.

Everyone was terrified and ran around in panic. The field immediately descended into boundless chaos, and the camp exploded directly.

The officers shouted desperately, but to no avail, their eyes were tearing apart.

They thought that the arrival of Realist Yu Feng would be able to curb Chen Feng's ferocity as usual, but they didn't expect it to cause even greater casualties to the camp here.

The officers who were still surviving at the scene knew clearly what it meant when gods fought and mortals suffered.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The officers couldn't maintain their troops, so they could only organize the personal soldiers around them who were not in chaos and quickly withdraw from the battlefield with repeated aftershocks.

However, it was too late.

*Whoosh whoosh whoosh—*

Invisible wind blades suddenly descended from the sky, as if they hadn't hit their opponent, but just happened to head straight for the teams of officers.

These officers and personal soldiers had no power to resist. In the dense and intertwined wind blades, they were quickly crushed into minced meat, and their screams came to an abrupt end.

The two fought, affecting the camp here. Government troops died and were injured countless times. For a time, this place seemed to have turned into a meat grinder.

*Rumble rumble—*

Suddenly, the ground shook.

It turned out that the surrounding camps had sent troops to support them.

Only then did the two people in the fight temporarily stop.

The flying sand and rocks in the field gradually stopped. The government troops who came to support them could see the current situation of the camp here, and they couldn't help but gasp.

The commanding officers of these troops were all veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles. However, when they saw the tragic scene here, they were too frightened to speak, and a cold air was rising in their hearts.

The huge camp had been ravaged beyond recognition, the camp walls had collapsed, and the tents had all been torn to shreds by the gale.

The ground was covered with the corpses of soldiers wearing government armor. It was almost impossible to find a complete one. There were broken corpses, blood, and minced meat everywhere, like a layer of black and red fungal blanket.

The government troops stationed here were dead, those who escaped had escaped, and those who were lucky enough to survive were already frightened and insane. They were basically wiped out.

Just as the reinforcements were frightened, Zhou Jing, covered in blood, turned his scarlet eyes and looked at them.

"Good, some more government dogs have come. I haven't killed enough yet. If I don't teach you to die and fill the field today, I'll write my name backwards!"

His tone was grim and evil, rumbling like thunder throughout the field.

The government troops who came to support them heard it and their minds were shaken, both frightened and frightened.

"Come and die under my spear!"

Zhou Jing shouted violently, like a ferocious beast roaring.

At this moment, rolling black gas suddenly emerged from his body, like black clouds, condensing above his head.

This cloud of black gas rolled and its shape was constantly changing, gradually turning into a hideous appearance like a demon yaksha, also letting out a shrill roar at the government troops:

"Die—"

This was not an illusion. All the government troops present clearly saw this scene.

In an instant, it was as if a chill entered their brains, and everyone was frightened into a blank state.

"Mo, monster!!"

"Run!"

The government troops instantly lost their courage, abandoning their helmets and armor, crying and running for their lives.

Even the commanding officers were horrified, not caring about maintaining their formation, and also turned around and fled in panic, unable to muster even a trace of fighting spirit in their hearts, only a strong sense of fear.

Zhou Jing came back to his senses, suppressed his boiling killing intent, looked up in surprise at the ghostly appearance above, and was puzzled.

"What is that?"

He didn't know where this thing came from either.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and opened the panel to take a look.

New information jumped into view:

[Milestone Achievement [Slaughter Ten Thousand to be a Hero] has been completed]

[Apostle Talent Mutation: [Killing Qi] → [Human Killing] (Killing fills the field, Killing Qi condenses into form)]