My lord, spare his life!

"My lord's abilities are truly impressive, showing his immense wealth and power."

Xiao Sui was prepared, raising her fan to block the blinding golden light. However, the fan could only block the light, not the domineering and abundant yang energy. The golden light fell on her wrist, and the skin touched by it felt a shivering numbness.

That feeling—

It's like being suddenly pulled out of the scorching sun after being soaked in the rainy season for three to five days and feeling warm all over.

She squinted her eyes in enjoyment, secretly taking a few deep breaths. The thought of the demon inside her cowering in the darkest corner, trembling with fear, brought a genuine smile to her face.

Taking the beachhead and scaling the city walls from this point was indeed quite risky.

However, today they have the advantage of favorable timing, location, and popular support.

Due to the torrential rain, the water level rose rapidly, and the abandoned land that should have been exposed was once again covered by the river. This place was not suitable for combat but had a terrain advantage. Sun Ban's watchtower could not cover this angle, and only a few soldiers patrolled in the distance, glancing at it occasionally.

Firstly, Sun Ban was certain that Zhang Yang was also trapped by the flood and unable to attend to his own affairs; secondly, even if there were enemy activity, they would likely act in a more open area. Wasting manpower checking the back mountain was completely pointless. Little did they know there was a hidden path there.

This path was created by woodcutters who had to venture into more remote mountains to gather firewood for a living; it wasn't exactly a shortcut. The woodcutters who used this path would help clear the way, both for their own convenience and for the convenience of others.

Only local mountain dwellers would know this. In rainy weather, the path is easily covered by vegetation, and unless Sun Ban's scouts come to investigate in person, they will not be able to find its existence.

Xiao Sui then chose this place to make her move.

They appeared behind enemy lines without anyone noticing.

However, Sun Ban's men were not all pushovers. They could not detect the enemy at a distance, but once they got closer and the enemy's numbers increased, they would immediately fire their whistling arrows.

Sun Ban's troops moved swiftly and performed their duties diligently—even with Wang Qi and Guan Si causing a ruckus, some remained steadfast and did not join the fray. It wasn't until the scouting arrows were launched and a large number of enemy soldiers were spotted that nearby troops responded and mobilized in an instant.

"I eat the king's food, and I must serve the king. My lord has treated me well, and today is the day to repay his kindness!" The speaker was a middle-aged woman with a burly and robust build, dressed in plain clothes without armor. Her skin was dark and rough, her arms were broad and muscular, and it was difficult for an ordinary person to encircle them with both hands. Her palms were covered with calluses, and each of her fingers was thick and swollen. A long-handled, broad-backed, thick axe was tucked diagonally into her waistband.

He had a cloth wrapped around his head and straw sandals on his feet.

Her feet were large, with thick soles.

He stood there like a small mountain.

"You scoundrels, if you dare to take another step forward, this will be your fate!" She led her troops to the scene, staring through the rain at the swarming enemy emerging in the distance. Suddenly, she drew her long axe and cleaved it with ferocity.

The soldier at the forefront of the charge was cleaved in two before he could even scream, his two halves still in his charging stance. She swung her axe again, and the shield bearer parried. The next instant, the shield bearer's expression froze. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shield, which had withstood blades and axe blows without cracking, violently split in two, one piece revealing a severed hand tightly clenched, never letting go.

"Come on!" The burly woman cleaved two people in two with her axe, her expression relaxed, not even a change in her breathing. It was as if she hadn't split two living people, but two delicate reeds. "Those who aren't afraid of death, come again, let's see how tough you are!"

She roared, and an invisible sound wave rippled outwards.

His hands moved without pause, each swing of the long axe a fatal blow.

Her straw sandals were already worn out, and now, barefoot, she trudged through the blood-soaked mud, her fierce aura rising steadily, intimidating the nearby soldiers. Fear gripped their hearts, hindering their movements, while the woman, wielding her axe, moved with unparalleled ease.

She stood alone at the forefront, showing no fear as the spears thrust towards her from all sides of the umbrella. With a twist of her waist and a slight bend of one arm, she caught all the spears under her arm. No matter how the soldiers tried to pull back or exert force, she remained unmoved.

"With so little strength, you dare to come and die!"

She laughed heartily, then suddenly lowered her center of gravity and exerted force with her arms.

A dozen soldiers, along with their spears, were flung more than ten feet away, colliding with the shields of another group of soldiers. Suddenly, she swung her long axe with her other arm, unleashing a blade of light two or three feet long at the soldiers!

The spears shattered, and the shields scattered.

However, the expected remains of limbs and bones were nowhere to be found.

The blade of light was abruptly stopped just half a zhang away from the soldier's body, shattering with a crack. The burly woman let out a surprised "hmm," but instead of pressing her advantage, she slightly raised her eyelids to look at the newcomer. Her voice booming, "What a pretty boy."

She has a very good appearance, but her figure is not very sturdy.

It's probably not even half as thick as me.

Seeing the young man calmly accept her axe blow, the burly woman's eyes gleamed with a mixture of interest and ruthless intent: "Pretty boy, have you been weaned yet?"

Her answer was a gold brick flying towards her.

This was the first time Zhang Yang had been called a gigolo.

"Why do you talk so much nonsense!"

The gold brick, carrying the force of a thousand pounds, only forced the burly woman back two or three steps at such close range. Her feet sank, and she seemed glued to the ground, her lower body completely still. Zhang Yang glanced at the red health bar above her head.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundred thousand, millions, tens of millions?

Zhang Yang's pupils trembled slightly.

No, this person's health bar is close to 100 million?

This isn't just thick-blooded, it's clearly a tank!

In a flash, the woman swung an axe at him, shouting triumphantly, "Pretty boy, take this from your mother!"

You only realize how big this axe is when you get close.

The axe was broad, with a thick back, and its blade gleamed with a cold, menacing light. If this axe were used to chop down a tree, it would probably take two large men to encircle the trunk in just one swing. Zhang Yang suspected that this axe weighed one or two hundred pounds, or even more. The burly woman had thought that two or three blows would be enough to send this young man to his grave, but she hadn't expected him to actually take all the blows head-on!

She knew perfectly well how strong she was and how thick something could be cleaved in one swing of her axe. Her original plan was that even if this young man was strong, he wouldn't be able to withstand many blows. She frowned deeply, took heavy steps closer, her voice booming like a bell, sending mud and water flying and rippling beneath her feet: "Again!"

Zhang Yang: "..."

Looking back on her sixteen years of combat experience, the only one who could rival the strength of the person before her seemed to be a world boss from a certain global event. This boss didn't have any extra game skills, and the game designers didn't give it any complicated game mechanics; it was simply given the strength to kill a player with a single strike.

Great efforts can produce miracles.

This boss is a monster of stats! Forget about players; even 60-70 centimeters thick reinforced concrete is only a punch away, but this boss has eight arms. Turning players into mincemeat is child's play for it. It took the players three days of relentless battles to finally get the first kill.

The red-named monster in front of us isn't quite that exaggerated, but it can still be categorized as a numerical monster—in the face of absolute strength, all fancy skills are just paper tigers! However, unfortunately...

Zhang Yang also likes the powerful brick flying!

Seizing the opportunity, she released the gold brick in an instant, blocking the oncoming axe and forcibly stopping it. With her other hand, she braced herself against the axe handle, suddenly increasing the force. The burly woman's expression changed drastically; the muscles in her thick arm tensed and bulged as she resisted with all her might!

His teeth were clenched, his eyes wide with rage, like a furious Vajra.

"Pretty boy—"

Judging from his appearance and limbs, this young man clearly relied on skill to overcome brute force; how could he possess such strength? The burly woman was horrified. Her features twisted and contorted with the force, her cheeks flushed red and then turned blue. She focused her energy in her dantian, unleashing her star power!

With a sudden twist, Zhang Yang was forced to let go.

Spinning to avoid the oncoming axe, Zhang Yang shifted his feet, his hand brushing against his game backpack, and used the golden spear to propel himself against the ground, fiercely thrusting towards the burly woman. The clang of metal on metal echoed, and immense force traveled from Zhang Yang's body to the ground, splashing up muddy water.

"Pretty boy, you're quite strong."

The burly woman's breathing was already erratic as she spoke.

Seemingly normal, her hands were actually numb, with faint cracks and bloodstains visible. Don't be fooled by the fact that each of her movements, from exertion to burst of power, was slow and powerful! She spoke words of admiration, but each axe blow was heavier, deeper, and more deadly than the last.

She was slightly out of breath.

"But don't even think about going there!"

No one could get past her before she collapsed!

"drink!"

The next second, a fiery serpent lunged at the axe, instantly turning the blade a fiery red. Sparks flew and coalesced in mid-air into a crimson spear, its tip aimed directly at the burly woman's eyelids. The woman was sent flying by the impact.

The crimson spear flew back into Lu Yuan's hand.

She said impatiently, "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

The other party's voice was booming, each word piercing through the rain and carrying across most of the nearby battlefield. Soldiers with slightly weaker resolve were easily overwhelmed by the awe-inspiring righteousness in his voice, forcing out their fear.

"Stepmother!"

Zhang Yang asked Lu Yuan, "You want her?"

Lu Yuan, however, said, "I hate these guys who rely on brute force to achieve miracles. They just charge around the battlefield with their brute strength. It's so annoying!"

Is being strong something to be proud of?

Lu Yuan didn't recognize his opponent, but the man's strength was undeniable. Judging by the way he swung his axe, it looked as if he were chopping his adoptive mother down like a tree stump. Lu Yuan only fought his way to the vicinity, unable to resist fawning over his adoptive mother, and showed no intention of taking over her opponent.

Zhang Yang held a spear in his right hand and swung a brick in his left.

"Then go play somewhere else!"

Ritsumoto: "..."

The shouts of battle near the battlefield stimulated everyone's brain.

The burly woman claimed she wouldn't let a single enemy soldier pass, but with Zhang Yang holding them back, the charging troops had already crossed her predetermined line. No matter how hard she tried to shake off Zhang Yang, she would be entangled, and the gold bricks would strike her from all angles, keeping her pinned down.

Dozens of axe blows—

The axe blade is rolled at the edge, and the axe body is concave.

If the axe handle hadn't been made of an unusual material, it would have broken long ago.

"You, you all—stop your arrogance—"

Seeing that the enemy soldiers had breached the camp's defenses, the burly woman was frantic, and her axe swung erratically for a moment. It was precisely this opening that Zhang Yang seized upon; a flash of golden light, and a golden brick struck her right arm, instantly producing the sound of breaking bones.

She grunted and decisively switched the axe to her other hand.

It's hateful that she possesses such immense strength yet hasn't mastered the Star Illusion Technique; otherwise, she could have been a valuable asset. She wondered what was wrong with the young man opposite her—whether he underestimated her or something else—as she also faced him with her mortal body. Her left arm wasn't as strong as her right, and she began to struggle more and more. Her once rock-solid stance began to show weaknesses, and she retreated step by step.

The pretty boy didn't kill her directly.

Instead, he showed interest: "If you lose, are you interested in switching sides? Anyway, your lord Sun Ban will be my defeated opponent. Rather than following her to join me, you might as well join now."

Individual job hopping can offer better compensation than job hopping with a team.

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With her brute strength and long health bar alone, she could carve out a place for herself. What future is there in staying under Sun Ban's command? No armor, just coarse cloth clothes; judging from her attire, she doesn't seem to be valued. Why hang herself on Sun Ban's tree?

Zhang Yang also took a moment to glance at the other party's interface.

The panel data is all good.

"Pretty boy, you're daydreaming!"

The other party rejected your job offer and slapped you in the face with an axe.

Her somewhat heavy body was a considerable burden, and she put all her strength into every axe blow she exchanged with Zhang Yang, which intensified her physical exhaustion. If it weren't for her unwavering will, she probably wouldn't have been able to even swing an axe, let alone face Zhang Yang head-on.

"The kindness of my lord must be repaid with my life; how could I possibly be half-hearted!" She didn't know where the strength came from, but her next axe strike was stronger, heavier, and faster than the previous ones. The axe firmly pressed down on the long spear, and taking advantage of Zhang Yang's momentary lapse in strength, she unleashed a powerful leg whip!

Zhang Yang was forced to retreat halfway before being firmly stopped.

"Stepmother!"

Turning my head, I saw Zhe Meng's fighting wood xie.

When Doumu Xie braced itself against Zhang Yang, it carefully avoided its single horn, deliberately tilting its head to use its thick mane as a cushion. Once Zhang Yang was steady, Doumu Xie let out a clear and loud beastly roar. The sound wasn't loud, with a slightly raised tail and a hint of childlike vocalization.

Zhang Yang: "Don't worry about me."

His gaze fell upon the burly woman covered in blood.

She narrowed her eyes and said, "Since you're willing to die for Sun Zhaoruo, I respect your decision. But have you thought it through? Is she worth it?"

The only response to Zhang Yang was a woman's desperate swing of an axe, its blade, tens of feet long, hanging high above her head before crashing down.

They collided head-on with the BRICS nations, which were surging in the wind.

The two collided, the explosion rippled through the rain, creating a moment of silence that seemed to pause briefly. In this silent world, a golden spear burst forth from the waves, its blade aimed straight for the enemy's heart. A blinding golden dragon surged through the heavy body, piercing through.

puff!

That was the sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh.

With a slight, skillful flick of his wrist, Zhang Yang used his spear to lift a person's head.

With a large leap, he vaulted over the obstacles in his path, his figure drifting past the crowd like a wisp of smoke, before turning and charging to the front of the group.

A familiar head was still hanging from her spear.

The spearhead leads the way, piercing through obstacles in the path like a string of gourds.

One second they were warm and alive, the next they were piled up and crushed corpses. The glaring blood on the spearhead did not stay for a second before being washed away by the overwhelming rain and turned into a pale pink.

"You thief, you've betrayed my dearest friend!"

"Then keep her company, don't just talk the talk but walk the walk."

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Tomorrow is the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao), and I wonder how many students will read this new book. I wish everyone success in the exam and that you all get into your dream universities.

P.S.: I hope I don't have any more nightmares about the college entrance exam this year, they're terrifying.