"This lad is not bad. He is brave and skilled in battle, daring to fight and kill. He can be made a centurion." The general nodded in appreciation.
Among the ordinary soldiers, there were few who fought as bravely and ferociously as Sheng Huai'an.
The lieutenant general nodded and took note of Sheng Huai'an.
Sheng Huai'an, who was constantly slashing at the Xiongnu enemy troops, had no idea that he was being noticed by the big shots of the defending army.
Sheng Huai'an was slashing with great gusto, feeling extremely exhilarated, as if there were innate fighting factors in his body that had now been activated.
Although he had slain quite a number of Xiongnu enemy troops, this also attracted the attention of the Xiongnu strongmen.
A Xiongnu strongman slew three defending soldiers with one stroke of his sword and then charged towards Sheng Huai'an.
Among the defending troops, there were both the strong and the weak, and the same was true for the Xiongnu army.
Feeling the fierce killing intent approaching, Sheng Huai'an turned his head and saw a burly Xiongnu man charging towards him.
Sheng Huai'an raised his sword to parry and block upwards. The opponent's sword strike was extremely powerful, and with that huge force, he was sent flying backwards.
He could feel that there seemed to be a surge of true essence on the opponent's sword, which made his arm ache and his tiger's mouth split open.
"A martial artist?!"
Sheng Huai'an looked at the opponent with a solemn expression. He never expected that he would draw the attack of a martial artist from the Xiongnu army.
Jiboshao repelled Sheng Huai'an with one sword strike, a bit surprised: "Being able to take my one strike, no wonder you could slay so many of our men. But today is your doom."
He was a centurion in the front army of the Xiongnu, at the initial stage of a martial artist. With Sheng Huai'an's cultivation at the late stage of a martial apprentice, being able to withstand his one strike without getting injured was worthy of his higher regard.
But it was only just a glance.
"A martial artist, I wonder how it is to fight one." Sheng Huai'an shook his aching arm.
With a strength infinitely close to that of a martial artist, plus the Blood Fiend Blade Technique that had reached a minor accomplishment, he also wanted to test the gap between himself and a martial artist.
"Arrogant! Let you see the gap between a martial artist and a martial apprentice." Jiboshao stomped his foot and leaped into the air, raising his scimitar above his head and directly slashing towards Sheng Huai'an.
Sheng Huai'an immediately did a slide tackle, performing a displacement and dodge to avoid this strike.
Blood Fiend Blade Technique, Slashing in All Directions at Night!
A layer of light red fiendish qi was attached to Sheng Huai'an's sword.
"Clang!"
"Clang..."
The two fought fiercely together, with sword lights and sparks flying everywhere.
Sheng Huai'an's sword was very fast. If the strength was not enough, speed would make up for it.
After a while, Sheng Huai'an was panting heavily, and at the same time, there were sword marks on his shoulder and back armors, and blood was flowing out.
He was injured. True martial artists were indeed not to be underestimated.
Jiboshao was also not feeling well. Sheng Huai'an's sword was too fast, carrying the Blood Fiend Qi. There were many strikes that he couldn't block, and he was hit by several swords, and his battle robe was stained red with blood.
"Kid, not bad. Being able to injure me, you should be proud enough. It's not a loss even if you die." Jiboshao looked at the wounds on his body and then at Sheng Huai'an and said.
"So many taunts, does your family sell murals? If you want to kill me, come on then." Sheng Huai'an gave the middle finger downwards.
Although Jiboshao didn't know what that gesture meant, he could sense that it was mocking him.
A martial artist at the late stage of a martial apprentice dared to mock him, which made Jiboshao furious.
"Die!"
Jiboshao vowed to chop off Sheng Huai'an's head and take it back to use as a chamber pot at night.
"Blood Fiend Blade Technique, Slashing the Sparrow with the Raised Sword!"
Sheng Huai'an performed a swift "donkey roll," swung his blade upward, and aimed directly at Ji Boxiao's groin.
Jiboshao was startled and quickly dodged. He never expected that Sheng Huai'an's blade technique would be so underhanded, aiming straight at the lower part.
"Blood Fiend Blade Technique, Cut off Your Feet!"
Sheng Huai'an directly performed a sweeping slash.
Veteran: Is there such a move in the Blood Fiend Blade Technique? He couldn't remember.
"Blood Fiend Blade Technique, Cut off Your Dog's Head!"
Sheng Huai'an slashed at the lower part and then at the upper part, aiming at the opponent's neck.
Veteran:...
In the martial arts of the world, nothing is indestructible, and only speed cannot be broken.
Sheng Huai'an's sword was very fast. Even though Jiboshao was a martial artist on the path of martial arts cultivation, it was difficult for him to gain an advantage in Sheng Huai'an's hands at this moment.
At this moment, he put away his contemptuous attitude. Sheng Huai'an was an enemy worthy of being taken seriously.
Now Jiboshao entered Sheng Huai'an's fighting rhythm. He was dealing with it while looking for Sheng Huai'an's flaws.
His strength was stronger than Sheng Huai'an's, but Sheng Huai'an's sword was fast. He fell into Sheng Huai'an's rhythm and could only keep fending off Sheng Huai'an's attacks.
Finding a slight flaw, Jiboshao took decisive action and kicked Sheng Huai'an flying.
Sheng Huai'an, who was kicked flying, covered his chest and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"No matter how fast it is, what's the use? Unfortunately, your strength is still too weak." Jiboshao grinned ferociously.
"Just obediently await death. In the face of absolute strength, all struggles are in vain."
"Damn you! You kicked the hell out of me."
Sheng Huai'an got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rubbed his chest. Indeed, fighting across levels was not that easy.
His strength was still far from that of a martial artist.
"Die, you little brat." Jiboshao raised his sword and stepped forward, about to chop off Sheng Huai'an's head.
"Old Wang, why don't you act? I've held him off." Sheng Huai'an shouted while looking at the rear of Jiboshao.
Jiboshao looked back. The Xiongnu army behind him was locked in a fierce battle with the Anning defenders, and there was no one there.
"Whoosh!!"
Jiboshao turned his head and saw an arrow stuck in his waist.
"My kidney!"
"You bastard, you tricked me!" Jiboshao covered his waist, and the pain in his kidney made him grimace.
"In war, all's fair in love and war. You don't even understand this simple truth. You might as well go home and dig potatoes." Sheng Huai'an said with a laugh.
There was little time, and he only had time to draw the bow and shoot the arrow. The aim was too poor, and he only managed to hit Jiboshao's waist.
He was clearly aiming at the opponent's chest.
It seemed that his archery skills still needed to be improved.
"Damn brat, daring to shoot my kidney, I'll tear you to pieces."
Jiboshao was furious. Without a kidney, Cuihua at home would surely leave him and find a stronger man.
Then what was the point of him fighting on the battlefield to obtain military merits and titles?
It was all because of this damn brat in front of him. Jiboshao's anger reached its peak.
"Snapped!"
Jiboshao broke the arrow but didn't pull it out. He threw the broken arrow feather on the ground and raised his sword to chop at Sheng Huai'an. He wanted to chop Sheng Huai'an into eighteen pieces, otherwise it would be hard to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Sheng Huai'an slung the bow on his back, picked up his battle sword, and was ready to fight Jiboshao to the death.
He didn't believe that he couldn't defeat Jiboshao after shooting an arrow into his kidney.
He would drag the opponent until he bled and became weak.
With the broken arrow stuck in his kidney, every step Jiboshao took made his kidney feel as if it was being tortured by a thousand cuts, making him grimace in pain.
Seeing Jiboshao grimacing in pain, Sheng Huai'an couldn't help laughing.
"Hahaha, how about it? Come and hit me! Idiot!"
That expression was really asking for a beating.
Perhaps these words were heard by a Xiongnu soldier nearby.
"Centurion, I'll come and chop him off for you."
That Xiongnu soldier raised his steel sword and charged towards Sheng Huai'an.
"Whoosh!!"
A splash of blood flew up, and the Xiongnuous soldier was seen to have been slashed in the throat by Sheng Huai'an's sword and fell softly to the ground.
Sheng Huai'an looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "Idiot, your stupid centurion can't do anything to me. Are you always this brave?"
Seeing the smug Sheng Huai'an, Jiboshao shouted.
"Ah... I'll kill you, you Wei dog!"
Biting back the pain in his kidney, Jiboshao charged towards Sheng Huai'an.