Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

On February 19th, Fu Qing had just finished breakfast when someone knocked on the gate of the courtyard.

Xiao Lu stood in the doorway, one hand bracing against the doorframe, still catching her breath.

"Brother Fu, Boss Zhou wants you to go to the military camp immediately. There's a mission. It's about the grain transport team. The barbarians from Di Kingdom have their eyes on this grain shipment."

Fu Qing put down his bowl and chopsticks, and followed Xiao Lu towards the military camp.

Song Yawei called out from behind, "Are you coming back for lunch?" Fu Qing replied, "We'll see."

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When they arrived at the military camp, two hundred people had already gathered on the drill ground.

Four hundred-man squads stood in a dense, dark mass. Zhou Tie stood on the high platform, his hand on his saber. Fu Qing glanced at him and knew that this mission was not simple—if it were an ordinary grain transport escort, so many people would not have been mobilized.

Zhou Tie got straight to the point, "I just received news that the Di Kingdom has sent a large cavalry force to keep an eye on this grain cart, aiming to cut off their supply route. The border troops have sent two hundred men, divided into four teams."

"Han Yue led the second scout team ahead to explore the way, while the other three teams protected the flanks and rear of the grain carts. When they reached the Black Wind Gorge, more scouts were sent out—that place is surrounded by mountains on both sides with a narrow path in the middle, making it the easiest place to set up an ambush."

Han Yue stood next to Fu Qing and added in a low voice,

"If Black Wind Gorge is blocked, the grain carts will be stuck in a dilemma. Last time, the grain transport team lost more than 30 carts of grain there."

The troops assembled at the city gate.

Three hundred mule carts formed a long line, each with a driver and a machete strapped to the shaft for self-defense.

Two hundred border troops were divided into four teams to guard both sides of the grain carts, while the vanguard scouts had already set off ahead of time.

Fu Qing followed behind Han Yue, holding a knife in his hand, his eyes scanning the withered grass on both sides of the official road.

The grass was very tall, waist-high, and rustled loudly in the wind. Every step in this terrain could conceal an ambush.

After traveling for a whole day, the grain convoy arrived at the Black Wind Gorge Pass as darkness fell.

Han Yue ordered the grain convoy to stop on the spot and personally led Fu Qing and two scouts to explore the gorge first.

The canyon is flanked by steep earthen cliffs covered with dead shrubs, and at the bottom of the canyon there is only a narrow path that can accommodate two mule carts side by side.

Fu Qing looked up and around. If there were people lying in ambush on the cliff top, pushing stones down would make the grain carts below easy targets.

Han Yue sent a scout to the top of the cliff to check. After a short while, the scout poked his head out from the top and shouted, "There's no one up there." Only then did Han Yue allow the grain convoy to continue forward, and the grain carts passed through the gorge one by one.

At daybreak, the Di cavalry appeared, emerging simultaneously from the withered grass on both sides.

Two hundred Di cavalrymen, all armed with curved swords, had tattered cloths tied to their horses' tails for warmth, and their hooves thundered as they trod across the frozen ground.

The leading cavalry had already charged within fifty paces of the grain cart, their scimitars gleaming with a sinister light in the morning sun.

Han Yue's roar exploded at the front of the group.

"Enemy attack! Everyone protect the supply wagons!"

Fu Qing drew his sword, and Xiao Lu next to him also drew his sword. His hand was trembling, but he gritted his teeth and did not back down.

Fu Qing pressed down on his shoulder, "Stay calm, just chop anyone you see!"

Xiao Lu nodded, "Yeah, bro."

Two hundred border soldiers clashed with two hundred Di cavalrymen, their scimitars clashing against their swords, the shouts of battle and screams of agony blending together.

The horses knocked over several mule carts, and the drivers were so frightened that they rolled off the cart shafts. Some crawled under the carts, while others picked up machetes and waved them wildly.

Fu Qing met Di Bing charging at the front with a slash, the blade cutting diagonally from the opponent's shoulder to his chest, killing the third-level Body Tempering cultivator with a single blow.

Blood splattered on half of his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. He used his backhand to block the curved blade that came slashing from the side.

This Di soldier's strength was greater than the previous one's; he was at the fourth level of body tempering.

Fu Qing pushed aside the curved blade and kicked the man in the stomach. The man groaned and bent over. Fu Qing then slashed the man's neck with the blade, and a head rolled off.

The third, the fourth, and the fifth.

Fu Qing charged back and forth between the grain carts, his cultivation at nearly the seventh level striking Di soldiers at the third or fourth level of Body Tempering with a single strike.

Xiao Lu stood beside him, taking two blows for him. The first blow made his hand go numb from the shock, and the second blow knocked the knife away.

Fu Qing stabbed the Di soldier to the ground, then kicked the knife back to Xiao Lu, saying, "Don't panic, pick it up and fuck him."

The border soldiers nearby were greatly encouraged when they saw Fu Qing cutting down the Di soldiers as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

"Commander Fu, lead the way! Let's go, brothers!"

Old Zhao, standing at the rear of the grain cart, brandished his knife and cheered.

"Old Fu, if you chop a few more, I'll treat you to drinks for a month!"

But Fu Qing's brows furrowed even more deeply.

After he cut down seven or eight Di soldiers, he realized something was wrong. These soldiers at the forefront were ordinary cavalrymen who had been tempered to the third or fourth level. But where were the elite Di soldiers?

There must be a leader of at least the sixth level of Body Tempering in the team of two hundred people. How come they haven't shown themselves after fighting for so long?

Sure enough, a blade of light slashed from the side. Before the blade even arrived, the wind from it made the hairs on Fu Qing's face stand on end.

Fu Qing took half a step back, his curved blade grazing the tip of Fu Qing's nose and slashing at the guardrail of the grain cart behind him. With a "crack," the arm-thick wooden railing was split in two.

Fu Qing turned his head and saw a burly man, a full head taller than the average Di soldier, striding out from the crowd.

He was bald, with a thick beard that ran from his chin to his sideburns. His leather armor was inlaid with iron plates, and his shoulder armor was riveted with copper nails. In his hand, he carried a thick-backed scimitar that was almost twice as wide as an ordinary scimitar.

"You're the one who killed many of my men."

The burly man repeated himself in broken Yasukuni, then strode toward Fu Qing with his scimitar held horizontally in front of him.

The Di soldiers nearby made way for him, some even letting out low cheers—in their minds, a seventh-level leader facing a sixth-level border soldier was a foregone conclusion.

Fu Qing gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

He knew very well that he was fighting a level 6 enemy against a level 7 enemy. Last time at Black Stone Ridge, he had relied on the thrill of battle to get through it, but at that time Guo Lie had trained on his own without any special skills, and his swordsmanship and foundation were not top-notch.

The Di leader before him was different. Beneath his leather armor lay a combat foundation honed through countless battles, his curved sword held horizontally in front of him, his eyes showing no sign of carelessness.

The burly man swung his knife at him.

Fu Qing raised his knife to parry, and with a loud "clang," he felt a violent tremor in his hand and his entire arm went numb.

The power of this strike was at least over a thousand, nearly 30% higher than his current seven hundred and seventy-two.

Fu Qing took a step back, and the burly man followed up with a second horizontal slash. Fu Qing parried with his sword and took another step back.

The third blow came down, and Fu Qing gritted his teeth and blocked it with his own sword, leaving a shallow crater in the ground beneath his feet.

Taking advantage of the moment when the burly man sheathed his sword, Fu Qing opened the panel, showing a current plunder point count of 887.

他当场把所有点数平均分配，力量从772加到1070，耐力从767加到1062，敏捷从769加到1065。

All three dimensions exceeded 1000, the trembling arm steadied, and a faint metallic luster appeared on the surface of the skin.

Xiao Lu, who was closest to Fu Qing, was the first to sense something was wrong. Fu Qing's qi and blood fluctuations suddenly surged, and several Di soldiers around him were also forced to take a half step back by this sudden increase in qi and blood.

The burly man squinted, scrutinizing the newly emerging pale golden sheen on Fu Qing's body, and tightened his grip on the curved knife.

"Interesting. Your qi and blood have increased a bit, but you're still only at the early stage of the seventh level. Your foundation isn't solid yet, so you can't beat me."

Fu Qing sneered and took the initiative to slash at the man with his sword, which the burly man raised to block.

The two men slashed at each other more than a dozen times beside the grain cart, their blades colliding and sparks exploding between them.

The burly man's swordsmanship was very steady, with each strike aimed at a vital point. Fu Qing's swordsmanship was more direct, not paying much attention to techniques, but relying purely on strength and speed.

Between two people at the seventh level of Body Tempering, neither can gain the upper hand.

The border soldiers and Di soldiers standing nearby were dumbfounded.

They had never seen anything like it before: an ordinary squad leader exchanging blows with a Di Kingdom elite leader more than a dozen times without being at a disadvantage.

Xiao Lu, mouth agape, forgot to even swing his knife. A Di soldier nearby seized the opportunity to slash at him, but Old Zhao kicked him away.

"What are you looking at! You want to die, you son of a bitch!"

At that moment, the burly man took two steps back, looked down at his tiger's mouth—it was split open.

He looked up at Fu Qing and called out to those behind him in the Di language.

A Di soldier, also dressed in leather armor inlaid with iron plates, darted out from the crowd, carrying a short axe in his hand.

The man was half a head shorter than the strongman, but his shoulders were wider, and his arms were thicker than an average person's thighs. The blade of his short axe was stained with bits of flesh and blood.

Two sets of seven.

Fu Qing's heart sank.