System:The More I Kill, the Stronger I Get

Oliver Sheng let the war continue to churn, turning the battlefield into a grand meat grinder.

On both sides, people kept dying.

As the Innate-level experts entered the fray, the battle reached a fever pitch.

From the Huns' army, five Innate Martial Artists stormed the city walls.

In response, five top experts from the garrison also stepped forward to intercept the Huns' Innate experts.

The Postnatal Martial Artists among the Huns were naturally handled by the garrison's Colonels.

Oliver Sheng activated his unparalleled slaughter mode, wreaking havoc among the Huns' soldiers.

Even Martial Masters found it hard to stop him.

As his power increased, the number of enemies he killed also grew.

His Kill Points surged past three hundred. Without hesitation, Oliver allocated points to enhance his cultivation, using up one hundred and fifty Kill Points to push his cultivation to the peak of the Martial Artist realm.

His strength now rivaled that of a Martial Master at Great Perfection.

Unless a Postnatal Martial Artist intervened, no one could stop him.

Name: Oliver Sheng

Race: Human

Realm: Martial Artist Peak (+)

Cultivation Methods: [Wild Bull Strength (Small Accomplishment)] (+) [Blood Fiend Saber Technique (Great Accomplishment)] [Overlord Spear Technique (Beginner)] (+)

Strength: Five thousand pounds

Talent: Silver Archer (+)

Kill Points: 167

Seeing that he could still use Kill Points to enhance his cultivation, Oliver didn't hesitate and continued to allocate points.

Name: Oliver Sheng

Race: Human

Realm: Early Martial Master

Cultivation Methods: [Wild Bull Strength (Small Accomplishment)] [Blood Fiend Saber Technique (Great Accomplishment)] [Overlord Spear Technique (Beginner)]

Strength: Five thousand eight hundred pounds

Talent: Silver Archer

Kill Points: 17

By consuming another one hundred and fifty Kill Points, Oliver quickly broke through to the Early Martial Master realm.

Reaching the Martial Master realm, Oliver felt a slight sense of security in this world.

Of course, it was just a slight sense, nothing more.

With his breakthrough, his strength surged. Oliver wielded his saber and charged into the Huns' ranks.

He was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, wielding the Blood Fiend Saber Technique with masterful precision, continuously reaping the lives of Huns' soldiers.

Dozens of Huns' soldiers surrounded him, attempting to kill him, but they were all slaughtered.

"Everyone fall back, I'll handle him!" A burly man with muscles all over his body stepped forward from the Huns' ranks.

"Tribuni!"

The Huns' soldiers retreated, making space.

"With Tribuni taking action, this man is dead."

"Tribuni is just a step away from breaking through to the Postnatal realm, a Martial Master at Great Perfection. Killing this Wei Dog will be easy."

"Kill him, he has slaughtered so many of our people."

The Huns' soldiers shouted one after another.

Hutu Hao, holding a long saber, stared at Oliver Sheng with a fierce gaze.

Oliver's battle robe was now soaked in blood, all of it from Huns' soldiers.

Hutu Hao looked at Oliver and sensed a hint of danger from this Wei youth.

Clearly, the aura from the other party was only at the Early Martial Master level.

"Kill!!"

Hutu Hao swung his long saber and charged at Oliver.

Seeing the other party's surging blood and energy, like a ferocious wolf, Oliver held nothing back. His own blood and energy surged, and the aura of blood fiend permeated the air.

Raising his saber, the Blood Fiend Saber Technique was executed with masterful precision, each move varied and lethal.

The two clashed, exchanging dozens of blows in an instant.

Hutu Hao's expression changed slightly, his grip on the saber trembling.

The other party's strength surpassed his own, even though his realm was two minor levels lower, his power was stronger.

Could it be innate divine strength?

And that terrifying saber technique, the aura of slaughter was exceptionally heavy, the fierce saber momentum made it hard for him to breathe.

"Slash!!"

After a hundred moves, Oliver sliced off Hutu Hao's left arm.

"Ah…"

With his left arm severed, blood flowed like water, Hutu Hao's face turned pale with pain.

The surrounding Huns' soldiers looked at Oliver with eyes full of fear.

Even a Tribuni at Martial Master Great Perfection couldn't match him, how could they possibly contend?

"Whoosh!!"

Oliver decapitated Hutu Hao with a single slash, though he was also injured.

Hutu Hao's final desperate counterattack left a wound on Oliver's abdomen.

Killing an enemy at Martial Master Great Perfection wasn't easy; Oliver's blood and energy were greatly depleted.

He took out a healing pill from his pocket and swallowed it to stop the bleeding.

He preferred overwhelming battles; these nearly evenly matched fights were truly exhausting.

Against Martial Disciples and Martial Artists, he could kill them with a single slash, much simpler.

"But the stronger they are, the more Kill Points I get!" Oliver felt gratified. Killing an enemy at Martial Master Great Perfection earned him twenty-five Kill Points.

With Hutu Hao dead, there were no more strong Huns around him, only Martial Disciple-level Huns' soldiers, with few at the Martial Artist level.

"Kill!!"

Oliver, enveloped in the aura of blood fiend, was like an unparalleled killing god. The surrounding Huns' soldiers couldn't withstand a single slash from him.

Soon, the Huns' soldiers on this section of the city wall were all slaughtered by him.

The ground was piled with corpses, the blood staining the city wall bricks red.

War, only life and death!

Cold, iron-blooded!

Seeing Oliver's rampage, the garrison soldiers couldn't help but cheer.

The more Oliver killed, the fewer enemies they had to face.

"Clang!!"

Oliver was forced back by a saber strike, his arm numb. He steadied himself and looked at the opponent, Hu Yan Ting, whose gaze was cold and devoid of emotion.

"Fall back, he's not someone you can handle." Colonel Lin stepped in front of Oliver.

Oliver nodded and turned to deal with other Huns' soldiers. This person gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, definitely a Postnatal Martial Artist, and a strong one at that, not someone he could handle now.

"Anyone who dares block me, dies!" Hu Yan Ting's gaze was cold as he charged at Colonel Lin.

"Come and try, let's see who dies first!" Colonel Lin raised his saber to meet Hu Yan Ting.

Both were Postnatal Martial Artists, clashing fiercely, the surrounding people stepped back, giving them space to fight.

In the sky, three Grandmasters were still battling, their might terrifying like an abyss.

Fortunately, the battlefield was in the sky; if it were on the ground, it would have long caused mountains to crumble.

Calvin Yang, wielding the Overlord Spear Technique, fought against two Huns' Grandmasters, forcing them to join forces to resist, his might unparalleled.

He alone could hold back thousands of troops.

If not for him guarding Peace Pass, it would have long been trampled by the Huns' cavalry.

After a long battle, the two Huns' Grandmasters still couldn't defeat Calvin Yang and had to retreat helplessly.

Watching the two Huns' Grandmasters retreat, Calvin Yang flew back to the top of the city tower, standing there, his blood-red battle robe fluttering, his golden armor gleaming, exceptionally dazzling.

His aura was like a mountain, guarding there, unmovable by thousands of troops.

Calvin Yang was the stabilizing force of Peace Pass.

In the Huns' army.

The Left Wise King saw the two Grandmasters return without success, both angry and helpless.

That Calvin Yang was absurdly strong, fighting two alone without falling behind.

Either kill Calvin Yang and break through the pass easily, or force him to retreat; otherwise, taking Peace Pass would be extremely difficult.

...

The battle continued until dusk, but the Huns' army still couldn't breach the city walls, leaving behind thousands of corpses, they had to retreat.

On the city wall, the garrison wasn't joyful despite repelling the enemy.

An entire battalion of soldiers was reduced to less than three hundred, showing how brutal the war was.

The garrison at Peace Pass had been more than halved, from Colonels to Generals, no one was happy, everyone was extremely worried.

At this rate, in ten days, the soldiers of Peace Pass would be exhausted.

Oliver Sheng looked at the ground full of corpses, these were comrades who fought alongside him, now turned into cold bodies.

These soldiers had families, loved ones, people waiting for them to return.

How many families were behind them!?

They were also human, they missed their families, missed the one in their dreams.

But facing the enemy, they never retreated a step, they were also hot-blooded men.

"Don't speak of titles and honors, for a general's success is built on countless bones!"

This is war!

Dragging his heavy steps, Oliver walked down the city wall.

His battle robe was torn, his armor full of knife marks, his hair disheveled, his face covered in blood and grime.

"Don't speak of titles and honors, for a general's success is built on countless bones!" Colonel Lin looked at Oliver's back.

"What a good verse, this kid has talent, I heard he used to be a scholar."

Looking at the corpses on the ground, both enemies and his own soldiers.

His fifth battalion now had only over two hundred wounded left, with casualties exceeding ninety percent.

These weren't cold numbers, but vivid lives.

Colonel Lin was silent, was this Oliver's realization?

Truly, don't speak of titles and honors, for a general's success is built on countless bones!

A single verse, vividly describing the cruelty of war.