High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

"ridiculous."

Ye Chu's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes flashing with disdain and mockery for Chen Si's strategy.

"I thought you could still rely on the power of the Dragon Shaking Fist to hold your own against me, but I never expected that you would pour all your energy into the Xuanming Ice Blade. This is tantamount to putting the cart before the horse."

"No wonder...no wonder your master has always been unwilling to impart the true essence of the Dragon Shaking Fist. It turns out he had long seen through your eagerness for quick success and your inability to achieve great things."

Ye Chu's words carried a hint of sarcasm and a touch of pity, as if he were scrutinizing prey about to fall into a trap.

"Now, this treasure of our sect, the secret manual of the Shaking Dragon Fist, has fallen into my hands by some twist of fate. Rest assured, I will make it shine with unprecedented brilliance, and your incompetence will become a stepping stone on its path to glory."

Ye Chu's words revealed a sense of confidence and determination, as if he had already foreseen how he would rely on this secret manual to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

Upon hearing this, Chen Si's anger surged like a volcano. His face twisted with resentment, and his eyes seemed to burn with raging flames, as if they wanted to devour everything around him.

However, beneath this violent exterior, his heart was a desolate and cold wasteland, like a lone leaf swaying in the autumn wind, helpless and forlorn.

The once vast and boundless inner energy within him has now dwindled to almost nothing, leaving behind only ruins, like a dilapidated wall washed by a storm.

Faced with Ye Chu's relentless and aggressive approach, Chen Si found himself powerless even in the most basic resistance. Every attempt to retaliate was as weak and feeble as an autumn leaf, ultimately dissipating helplessly into the air.

In this world where the strong rule, a single misjudgment can lead to utter ruin.

Chen Si knew that today's defeat was not due to a lack of skill, but rather to his underestimation of the enemy and his eagerness for quick success.

However, it was too late for regrets. He could only watch helplessly as Ye Chu walked step by step toward the other side of victory, while he himself sank step by step into the abyss of despair.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting, Ye Chu's Hundred Dragons Spear carried his boiling killing intent.

Suddenly, it unleashed the most awe-inspiring power of the Zhen trigram in the Eight Trigrams of Thunder—☳.

In an instant, the world seemed to be filled with endless thunder. Rolling thunder roared and intertwined into a net, accompanied by a sudden gust of wind, forming a world-destroying storm that rushed towards Chen Si's heart meridian.

Chen Si's pupils contracted sharply at that moment. Fear froze his thoughts like ice. His lips trembled but he couldn't make a sound. All that remained was despair and resentment in his eyes.

In this life-or-death moment, he made a final struggle, and in his haste, he unleashed the Dragon Shaking Fist.

That was the boxing style he had practiced since childhood and was proud of.

However, reality proved to be the cruelest mockery; the internal energy within him was nearly depleted after these successive fierce battles.

The Dragon Shaking Fist he unleashed at this moment was only 30-40% of its former power, appearing so pale and powerless.

Ye Chu's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the lightning and gale. His eyes showed no hesitation or pity, only a firm resolve to kill and indifference towards his enemies.

This attack was not only a contest of strength, but also a clash of wills and beliefs, sealing Chen Si's fate.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion shattered the silence in an instant.

Chen Si's last hope, the Shaking Dragon Fist, was as fragile as paper in the face of this sudden power, and shattered without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of cold light ripped through the sky like lightning, piercing Chen Si's chest with unerring accuracy, its speed breathtaking.

The bayonet on Bai Long's spear was cold and sharp, easily piercing through solid ribs as if cutting tofu, without the slightest resistance.

Its immense power swept through the remaining bones one by one, leaving behind shocking dents that testified to the terror and ruthlessness of this power.

As the bayonet penetrated deeper, terrifying shockwaves, visible to the naked eye, emanated from the point of penetration.

It raged wildly, tearing apart the air in its wake, emitting mournful cries.

This was not just a physical impact, but also a psychological shock, leaving everyone present terrified.

"No...don't kill me!"

Chen Si's voice trembled and was weak, his cough mixed with blood, making him sound exceptionally miserable. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair at the prospect of death.

He reached out his hand tremblingly, as if trying to grasp at the last straw, and begged Ye Chu for mercy with all his might.

"No...no..."

At this moment, Chen Si's eyes were burning with an unprecedented fire of survival.

His voice trembled and was weak, as if each word carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

"I...I am willing to give you this hard-won secret technique—the Xuanming Ice Blade—without reservation. I only ask...I only ask that you...let me go."

His voice was almost choked with emotion, and every word of his plea was like a candle flame in the cold wind, flickering and fragile.

However, Ye Chu's response was like a frost in winter, calm and resolute.

He shook his head slightly, his eyes showing no hesitation or pity.

"No need."

His voice, though soft, carried an undeniable force, directly and ruthlessly interrupting the other person's unfinished words.

In Ye Chu's mind, the path of martial arts emphasizes specialization and purity.

The Dragon Shaking Fist, a martial art he had admired since he first saw it, was powerful enough to immerse him in it and explore the deeper mysteries of martial arts.

As for the Xuanming Ice Blade, no matter how precious it is, it is nothing more than a minor detail.

If I were to force myself into their arms, it would likely distract me and make my already arduous path in martial arts even more difficult.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew; I understand this better than you do."

"Moreover, you yourself are a cautionary tale."

Ye Chu continued, his tone revealing a calmness and confidence, "The Shaking Dragon Fist is enough for me. It will lead me to a higher peak in martial arts."

The moment these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.

A complex mix of emotions flickered in the depths of Chen Si's eyes.

Unwillingness surged like an undercurrent, despair stared like an abyss, but the deepest feeling was a profound self-reflection on the endless regret behind Ye Chu's contemptuous smile.

He knew that he had reached a dead end and could only accept this cold reality and let it freeze his past glories and dreams.

Looking back, if he hadn't encountered that mysterious book, "Xuanming Ice Blade," his life trajectory might have been completely different.

At that time, he was full of passion and obsessed with improving his Dragon Shaking Fist.

He dreamed of one day gaining his master's favor, inheriting his mantle, and learning the essence and profound meaning of the Shaking Dragon Fist.

However, fate played a cruel trick on him. In a moment of weakness, he deviated from his intended path and stepped into another unknown and dangerous territory.

Looking back now, if I had stayed true to my original aspirations, perhaps my master would have already generously passed on the orthodox lineage of the Shaking Dragon Fist.

He and Ye Chu would not have ended up like this, with him dying.