Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

The sound of gunfire finally ceased, but the smoke lingered for a long time.

The battle began at noon and lasted until the end of the afternoon, a full hour and a half.

As the sun began to set in the west, the mountains and valleys fell into utter silence.

All the cannon barrels were steaming, with wisps of white smoke slowly drifting upwards.

Empty magazines were piled up around the gun emplacement, and golden shell casings were scattered all over the ground.

A mountain breeze swept across the mountaintop, carrying with it a faint smell of gunpowder mixed with engine oil, permeating the entire mountain range.

Standing at the edge of the cliff and looking down, the battlefield that had just been filled with the deafening roar of battle was eerily quiet.

The fields and roadsides were covered with freshly blasted craters, one after another, with the black and yellow soil exposed and particularly glaring.

At the foot of the mountain, the crowds had dispersed, the banners were gone, and only broken tent frames, discarded knives, guns, and cloth shoes, along with tattered battle flags, remained, leaving only a scene of utter devastation.

Qingzhu's little face was covered in dark dirt, but she was grinning from ear to ear with exceptionally happy joy.

"The cannon barrel is still warm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst out laughing. He raised his hand and smeared his face haphazardly with the back of his hand, only to smear the black ash all over his face, making it more and more messy.

Su Yue sat casually on the ammunition box, slowly raising her hand to fan away the lingering smoke in front of her.

The smoke lingered for a long time, and she was too lazy to move. She just sat there quietly, watching the disciples come and go down the mountain, busy cleaning up the battlefield and tidying up the mess.

Chen Mo picked up the walkie-talkie, and his voice came through calmly.

"Everyone, please take turns stating how much ammunition you consumed."

Over the walkie-talkie, the women responded with a series of reports, having already used up almost half of the shells.

After the battle ended, the women who had been guarding the various artillery positions returned to their courtyard.

Just as the ammunition accounts were being checked, Wang Fucheng rushed over.

After all the battalions of the entire training camp had been accounted for, all the battle reports were compiled in his hands.

"Young master."

Wang Fucheng clasped his hands in a salute, his tone revealing an uncontrollable tremor.

"All battalions have completed their headcount. In this battle... our side suffered zero casualties."

After reading those three short words, he paused silently for a moment.

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

In a bloody battle that crushed hundreds of thousands of enemy troops and killed hundreds of top experts, the enemy was littered with corpses and suffered countless casualties, while our side didn't even get a scratch.

If such a record were to spread, no one in the martial arts world would believe it.

Xu Wanqing's fingertips clenched slightly.

Shangguan Hong stood at the gate of the courtyard, quietly gazing at the devastated battlefield below the mountain, her fingertips lightly tapping the door frame, remaining silent.

Her emotions were in turmoil, and her tapping was intermittent, unable to calm down for a long time.

Chen Mo gave the order.

"Each disciple will be given a bottle of pills. Tonight, we will hold a banquet to celebrate and allow everyone to rest."

Wang Fucheng went down to make arrangements, and after he finished, he came down the mountain and squatted alone by a brand-new bomb crater.

The freshly turned soil in the pit was damp and sticky, mixed with dark red blood.

I picked up a piece of shrapnel about the size of my palm; it was still warm and made my palm slightly numb.

After weighing it in his hand, he threw the shrapnel back to the bottom of the pit.

The scenes of the battle that had unfolded during the day were still replaying in his mind.

He has practiced martial arts for decades and has now advanced to the early stage of Grandmaster. He believes he can block sharp blades and dodge arrows, and can be considered a master of the martial arts world.

But in the face of such overwhelming firepower, decades of arduous training are utterly insignificant.

Down the mountain, 100,000 Shennong Sect disciples scattered to clean up the battlefield.

The disciples systematically categorized, counted, and cataloged the items, working from day to night.

Chen Mo led a group of women down the mountain slowly, surveying the entire battlefield.

A disciple brought a fine sword to Chen Mo for instructions, but Chen Mo simply gave a single, indifferent order.

"Select the best-quality ones and distribute them all to the meritorious disciples."

When the news spread, all the disciples who were cleaning up the battlefield were invigorated.

The peerless swords of prestigious sects have always been reserved for the highest-ranking members. The fact that they have now fallen into the hands of an ordinary disciple is unprecedented in the entire martial arts world.

Many of the young disciples, experiencing a battle for the first time, couldn't help but gag as they leaned against the ridges of the fields, witnessing the horrific scene.

The disciples chatted privately in the fields.

"Our young master is simply a living god."

"Do you even need to tell me? Aside from gods, who else has such extraordinary abilities?"

"How many of these iron lumps of divine weapon do you think the young master possesses?"

"Who cares about the cost! Following you, young master, will ensure my safety and prevent suffering—a sure win!"

His simple, heartfelt words drew enthusiastic responses from the surrounding disciples, and laughter rose and fell.

With the battle over, the villagers of Stone Village, who had been staying indoors to avoid danger, finally came out of their homes.

The crops that had been painstakingly cultivated for a year were trampled and ruined in the mud by hundreds of thousands of people, a truly heartbreaking sight.

Fortunately, while the entire epic battle erupted right next to the village, Stone Village remained unscathed.

The villagers stood on the edge of the field, gazing at the devastated land and the numerous bomb craters, speechless for a long time.

It's true that I feel sorry for the crops, and it's also true that I'm terrified of this unexpected disaster.

Chen Mo arranged for his disciples to enter the village early on, bringing ample food and silver to appease the villagers.

The disciple relayed the message aloud

"Fellow villagers, rest assured. The Shennong Sect will fully compensate for the damaged crops."

The villager, holding the heavy silver, trembled uncontrollably and repeatedly waved his hands in refusal:

"No, absolutely not!"

He verbally declined, but held onto the silver tightly in his hand, refusing to let go.

The villagers who watched were all convinced of the damage. There was a detailed list of how much of each family's land was damaged, and everyone was accounted for, which was fair and just.

That very day, the village set up a large pot, slaughtered a pig, and prepared a meal. The villagers warmly invited the Shennong Sect disciples who were helping with the restoration of farmland to stay for a meal.

The disciples readily accepted the kindness, and after eating their fill, they all went to the fields to help the villagers till the land, clear away the residual soil, and rush to plant the late-season crops.

In just one day, most of the farmland, stretching for miles, was renovated.

As dusk fell, Chen Mo stood alone at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the scenery below.

The battlefield has been cleared, and wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys of Stone Village, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

The women slowly gathered around him, standing in a line beside him.

"Young master."

Su Yue spoke softly.

"Is there anyone in this world who can beat you?"

Chen Mo's gaze fell on the bustling world below the mountain, and he slowly spoke.

"Mortal martial arts, when practiced to the extreme, are ultimately just the peak power of one person."

He raised his hand and pointed to the rows of solemnly standing cannons behind him.

"But these things are the result of the wisdom and strength of millions of people, and they are not even in the same dimension."

The women seemed to understand but not quite.

Qingzhu couldn't understand profound truths; she only had one thing in mind.

These iron lumps in the young master's hands are invincible.

Xu Wanqing didn't dwell on the strength difference or the outcome of the battle, and asked softly:

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

"It will be all right."

Chen Mo smiled faintly.

The overwhelming power of firearms over martial arts is a complete and utter defeat.

They will understand this principle sooner or later.

Several days later, at the imperial vanguard camp.

The military camps stretched for miles, with black flags flying everywhere and a solemn military appearance. Caravans and chariots moved in and out day and night to coordinate operations.

The lights in the central command tent burned continuously throughout the night.

The top experts of the imperial court who had previously sneaked into the mountains to observe the battle returned to the camp in a hurry, covered in dust, and immediately knelt down to report upon entering the tent.

A hand-drawn detailed map of the battlefield lay flat on the table, meticulously depicting the shape of the cannons, their firing postures, and the scene of high-altitude bombing.

The old general, with graying temples, had fought countless battles throughout his life. He bent down to examine each blueprint carefully, remaining silent for a long time.

Inside the main tent, seven or eight advisors and lieutenants stood silently on both sides.

With a soft popping sound, the old general raised his hand to signal for another oil lamp to be lit.

The minor official in charge of the lanterns moved with utmost care and breathlessness, not daring to disturb anyone in the slightest.

"What is the range of this weapon?"

The old general asked in a deep voice.

"Reporting to the general, it is about ten li away."

He tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and asked again.

"Could we possibly succeed by leading our troops in a stealthy raid into the mountains at night?"

"Shennong Mountain is guarded by two sentry posts, one visible and one concealed, 24 hours a day. It is heavily guarded and there is no way to enter."

"What if we send top-tier experts to launch a surprise attack from the air?"

The kneeling man looked up, his eyes filled with exhaustion and bloodshot veins, his tone filled with deep reverence.

"General! This time, 112 grandmasters and great grandmasters from the martial arts world gathered to attack the mountain from the air, but in the end only nine people escaped back, all of them seriously injured, and two of them died halfway there."

The tent fell into a deathly silence.

The old general stopped asking questions, his gaze sweeping over the drawings one by one, finally settling on the stone village that remained unscathed at the edge of the paper.

"Was this village in the very center of the battlefield truly unscathed?"

"The village was completely unharmed; the Shennong sect intentionally protected it."

The old general slowly put down the wolf-hair brush in his hand.

All eyes in the tent were fixed on him.

He had fought his whole life, engaging in fierce and arduous battles and witnessing countless carnage on the battlefield, but he had never seen such a lopsided and bizarre battle situation.

Someone inside the tent whispered probingly:

"General, should we continue this battle?"

"This doesn't even qualify as a battle."

The old general slowly shook his head.

He got up and walked to the tent entrance, gazing at the endless camps stretching for miles outside.

"However, if we want to win, perhaps we can only start with that village."