Late Ming Dynasty: Summoning players from Liaodong to support the Ming Dynasty

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible hammer, striking hard into the hearts of everyone on the wall.

Hu Yongqiang's forward momentum suddenly froze.

The once continuous, ruthless, and cunning sword moves suddenly froze, almost imperceptibly to the naked eye.

It was this slight stagnation.

Chu Ze made a move.

He did not retaliate, but his spear stance suddenly changed. The silver spear, which should have been powerful and unrestrained, maneuvering through the enemy ranks, now became sticky and flexible. The spear shaft no longer pursued fierce strikes, but instead followed like a shadow, with unbelievable precision, constantly parrying, adhering to, and entangled Hu Yongqiang's sword.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

No longer a dull thud, but a crisp and dense sound, like metal clashing. With each collision, Chu Ze's spear perfectly deflected the opponent's force, and with a slight twist of the spear, he disrupted Hu Yongqiang's starting stance for the next move.

"Do you still remember your mentor who taught you this sword technique?"

Chu Ze's tone remained steady, and his steps advanced instead of retreating. His spear, like a leech, relentlessly suppressed Hu Yongqiang's attack range, preventing Hu Yongqiang from getting within three feet of Chu Ze despite his strange and unpredictable movements.

Hu Yongqiang didn't answer, but gritted his teeth, his swordplay becoming increasingly fierce as he tried to break free from the spear's entanglement. But the spear shaft was like an invisible barrier; no matter how his swordplay changed, it always managed to block all his attack routes one step ahead.

"If he saw you in this state today, using the same swordsmanship used to slay Japanese pirates and defend against the Tartars to strike your own people..." Chu Ze's voice, clear through the clanging of guns and swords, pierced Hu Yongqiang's ears, "would he personally cleanse the house, or would he commit suicide out of shame and indignation?"

"Shut up!"

Hu Yongqiang finally let out a suppressed roar. The feigned cold calm on his face, contorted with bloodshot veins, finally cracked. His swordsmanship was in disarray.

The originally ruthless and cunning moves became frenzied and full of flaws.

In Qian Lele's live stream, the chat was completely in an uproar.

Holy crap! This is a psychological tactic! This is attacking someone's heart!

[General, you're awesome! This is a true dimensional reduction attack! Not just in terms of force, you've crushed him mentally too!]

Look at that traitor's expression! He's broken down! He's completely broken down!

In the live stream of 【Dragon Soars Military】, the military blogger was so excited he couldn't sit still. He paced back and forth, shouting into the microphone, "Did you see that?! This is the psychology of battle! In ancient times, when generals fought one-on-one on the battlefield, it wasn't just about brute force! It was also a clash of momentum, belief, and will! Every word Chu Ze uttered was eroding the opponent's fighting spirit! He turned that traitor's most prized swordsmanship into a knife aimed at himself! It's brilliant! It's brilliant!"

In the history department dormitory, Professor Wei leaned on the table, his lips trembling slightly. He looked at Hu Yongqiang, who appeared to be insane, on the screen and let out a long sigh.

"What a tragedy... This sword technique, originally meant to kill enemies for the country and its people, has now become the final lament of a traitor... How sorrowful, how ironic!"

On the top of the wall, the battle situation was already clear.

Chu Ze's marksmanship remained steady, but the pressure was growing stronger. He was no longer confined to defense; the tip of his spear began to protrude, like a viper spitting its tongue, each time precisely targeting the flaws in Hu Yongqiang's sword moves, forcing him into a frantic state.

"You think that by siding with the Great Jin, you can erase the past? You think you can get the wealth and glory you desire?"

"When you dream at night, do you see the people of Liaodong whom you personally slaughtered?"

"Will they surround you, asking you repeatedly, 'General Hu, we are all Han Chinese, why do you raise your sword against us?'"

"You..." Hu Yongqiang's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. He completely abandoned all his moves, just wildly swinging his longsword and roaring like a beast, "I didn't! I didn't! They deserve to die! The Ming court deserves to die! You all deserve to die!"

His swordsmanship had become completely chaotic, reduced to nothing more than the most primitive slashing.

The players were stunned.

Wang Han stared, speechless for a long time. His "BOSS mechanism theory" seemed utterly pale in the face of this psychological warfare that was nothing short of an art. He muttered to himself, "This... this is a mechanism? This is fucking a dimensional reduction attack..."

Shi Dali scratched his bald head and asked in a muffled voice, "Chairman, does our betting odds... still stand?"

"Nonsense!" Wang Han roared back, "You all better watch closely! Learn properly! This is real combat! If anyone ever tells me again that defeating a boss is just about piling on stats, I'll twist their head off!"

Just as Hu Yongqiang's mind completely collapsed, his sword moves became chaotic, and a huge opening appeared in his chest, large enough for a three-year-old child to grab onto.

A cold glint flashed in Chu Ze's usually calm eyes.

enough.

The trial should end now.

He let out a low shout, and the gunplay that was already so familiar to countless players and viewers on Earth suddenly changed!

It is no longer the fierceness of military formations, nor the flexibility of sticky fighting.

Instead, it is a completely new and terrifying technique that combines modern combat's deepest understanding of human anatomy with the ancient spear techniques honed through countless trials!

[Breaking the Cycle of Reincarnation]!

With a flick of his wrist, Chu Ze's spear did not thrust forward. Instead, it sank at an unbelievable angle and then suddenly shot upward! The spear spun rapidly in his palm, creating a series of sharp, ear-piercing whistling sounds!

In everyone's sight, that silver spear seemed to transform into a silver, ever-rotating crescent moon!

Hu Yongqiang's longsword, which was slashing wildly, didn't even touch the gun before being violently thrown away by the centrifugal force generated by the high-speed rotation!

Immediately afterwards, the silver crescent moon vanished.

A glint of cold light suddenly burst forth!

The spear tip, following a trajectory that completely defied the laws of physics, broke through Hu Yongqiang's last and most feeble defense, failing to pierce his throat or his heart.

Instead, it struck with incredible precision, from bottom to top, piercing through his right shoulder!

"Pfft!"

A dull thud as flesh was pierced.

The spear tip pierced through Hu Yongqiang's shoulder blade, bringing with it a cloud of blood! That was the collarbone, the part of the shoulder blade that martial artists feared most, the part that locked away most of their strength!

Excruciating pain!

An indescribable, excruciating pain instantly spread throughout Hu Yongqiang's limbs and bones!

"ah--!"

He let out a bloodcurdling scream that was almost inhuman, and his right arm instantly gave way. The Ming-style sword that carried all his glory and shame clattered to the ground.

But this is not over yet!

Having landed a successful blow, Chu Ze flipped his wrist again, and the spear that had pierced through Hu Yongqiang's shoulder blade pressed down sharply!

At the same time, the end of the gun barrel swept out with tremendous force!

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

Two sickeningly loud sounds of bones cracking rang out almost simultaneously!

Chu Ze's spear struck Hu Yongqiang squarely on both knees!

Hu Yongqiang's screams stopped abruptly. His legs bent outward at an odd angle, and he could no longer support himself. With a thud, he fell heavily to his knees!

Above the wall, there was a deathly silence.

All the players stared in disbelief at the scene.

The astonishing reversal that happened in the blink of an eye, the terrifying skill that swept away everything in its path, and the ruthless and decisive methods brought them an unprecedented visual and psychological impact.

In Qian Lele's live stream, after a five-second pause, the barrage of comments exploded and completely flooded the screen.

[What...what did I just see? What kind of marksmanship was that?]

My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream...

[It's recorded! It's been recorded! This combo! I'd call it the number one ultimate move in "Iron-Blooded Jiangshan"! It's so cool it gives me goosebumps!]

That's too ruthless! Absolutely too ruthless! Cripple him outright! This is more satisfying than killing him! This is the kind of method we should use to deal with traitors like him!

[Lord City Lord is mighty! From this day forward, I am a founding member of the Chu Ze Supporters Association! Anyone who dares to object, I will be the first to object!]

Chu Ze slowly withdrew his spear, the tip drawing a bloody arc in the air, the warm blood on the spear shaft being completely shaken off.

He didn't look at Hu Yongqiang, who was kneeling on the ground and had completely turned into a puddle of mud, again.

He turned around and faced the players who were stunned by the shock, his tone returning to its usual calm.

"Clean up the battlefield."

These four simple words jolted everyone back from the immense shock.

"Oh! Oh oh!"

"Yes, General!"

Wang Han was the first to react. He bowed deeply to Chu Ze's retreating figure, then turned and roared into the guild chat: "What the hell are you all standing there for! Didn't you hear the general's orders! Clean up the battlefield! Loot the loot! Strip this traitor of all his gear!"

The players erupted in a deafening cheer, roaring as they prepared to charge forward and carry out a brutal looting of the now defenseless "humanoid treasure chest."

But just then...

A sudden change has occurred!

"Protect the general!"

Several hoarse, resolute roars suddenly rang out from behind Hu Yongqiang!

Those few Han army guards who had miraculously survived the maze and had been cowering in a corner watching their commander being brutally murdered, suddenly found courage from somewhere. Their eyes were red, and they rose from the ground, holding their broken weapons.

They did not rush towards Chu Ze.

They rushed to Hu Yongqiang's side, forming a fragile human wall with their not-so-strong bodies, tightly protecting Hu Yongqiang, who was kneeling on the ground, behind them.

The leading guard, who looked to be no more than twenty years old with a youthful face, stood in front of Hu Yongqiang, holding a broken broadsword, and roared at Chu Ze and all the other players who were eyeing him menacingly:

"The general has been defeated! If you must kill, kill us instead!"