System:The More I Kill, the Stronger I Get

After shaking off their pursuers, Oliver Sheng's group didn't linger on the grasslands but instead entered a small desert to hide.

"Ugh, this sandstorm is intense!" Hunter Tang spat out the sand that had blown into his mouth.

"This damn place is uninhabitable," Owen Hai grumbled, feeling like he would get a mouthful of sand if he wasn't careful.

Hiding in the desert, their tracks disappeared completely.

With enough food and water, they stayed in the desert for an entire day.

They only left the next day.

After exiting the desert, everyone looked at the grasslands, feeling that it was much better there, full of life.

"Tribuni, what should we do now?" Cameron Guo asked Oliver Sheng.

Unable to attack the Huns' supply convoy, they had lost their combat purpose on the grasslands.

"I don't want to return to Peace Pass in disgrace. If we can't attack the supply convoy, we can still hit those small tribes," Oliver Sheng refused to return to Peace Pass to participate in the defense.

"Let's go. Change our combat target to the small Hun tribes. Kill all their able-bodied men and burn their supplies. Let's make sure these Huns have a tough winter."

With their new target, they continued to roam the grasslands, launching heavy attacks on any small Hun tribes they encountered.

They slaughtered all the able-bodied men and anyone taller than a wagon wheel, burned the grain, and drove away the cattle, sheep, and horses.

In one day, they swept through more than twenty small Hun tribes.

A thousand-strong Hun cavalry discovered the devastation and tracked down Oliver Sheng's group.

After sending a message, the leading general pursued them with his troops.

The next morning, while Oliver Sheng and his men were attacking a thousand-strong tribe, a Hun cavalry unit rushed in.

Seeing Oliver Sheng's group slaughtering in the tribe, the Hun general was furious and immediately ordered a charge.

With a thousand cavalry suddenly appearing, Oliver Sheng and his men quickly noticed.

Seeing only about a thousand riders, Oliver Sheng immediately ordered his troops to form up and prepare for a counter-charge.

They couldn't handle a large Hun cavalry unit, but they were confident they could take down a thousand riders.

"Kill!"

"Charge!"

No words were wasted; only the thunderous sound of hooves echoed across the grasslands.

Among the Hun cavalry, the leading general was a strong Acquired Realm martial artist.

Oliver Sheng targeted him from the start, and the Hun general had the same intention, focusing on Oliver Sheng.

However, he completely underestimated Oliver Sheng's strength.

With just one clash, he was defeated.

"Shhh!"

The Hun martial artist in the early Acquired Realm couldn't withstand a single blow from Oliver Sheng, who pierced his chest with a spear and lifted him high.

With a powerful throw, the corpse was hurled into the charging Hun cavalry.

"Kill!"

After slaying the Hun general with one strike, Oliver Sheng charged into the Hun cavalry, wielding his Overlord Spear Technique to harvest lives.

He was like an invincible deity, leading his men through the Hun cavalry.

With their leading general slain, the Hun cavalry was terrified, their morale plummeting.

Oliver Sheng's god-like slaughter made the Hun cavalry lose their will to fight, and many turned their horses to flee.

However, they were chased down and killed.

Against large Hun cavalry units, they avoided direct confrontation. Against smaller units, they launched fierce attacks.

They took tents, grain, water, meat, horses, and other useful supplies, then quickly left the battlefield.

By the time the large Hun cavalry units arrived, they found only a devastated tribe and a battlefield littered with corpses.

Seeing the bodies everywhere, Toba Tao was furious.

"Ah... damn Wei rats, come out and fight if you dare."

Hu Nanlei looked at the crying women and girls in the small tribe, and the slaughtered able-bodied men, clenching his fists tightly, veins bulging on his face.

"If I don't kill them, I, Hu Nanlei, swear not to be human."

"Chase them, even to the ends of the earth. We must find these Wei rats."

Having lost a thousand riders, they now had only three thousand left.

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After a victory, Oliver Sheng led his men away, slaughtering small tribes along the way.

Wherever they went, the Hun small tribes were left with only the old, weak, women, and children.

With the cruel Wei cavalry rampaging through the grasslands, specifically targeting small tribes, many small tribes were in a state of panic.

Hearing the news, even medium and large tribes sent out cavalry to join the hunt for Oliver Sheng's group.

When encountering small Hun cavalry units, Oliver Sheng's group would launch fierce attacks and kill them.

When encountering large Hun cavalry units, they would flee, avoiding contact completely.

Oliver Sheng mastered guerrilla warfare, moving like ghosts across the grasslands.

When the Left Wise King discovered that the Peace Pass cavalry were still roaming the grasslands, slaughtering small tribes with impunity, he was furious.

He immediately ordered all his subordinate tribes to send troops to join the hunt.

For several days, Oliver Sheng led his men, destroying four or five dozen small tribes and killing over a thousand small Hun cavalry units.

Then, they were chased into the desert by a five-thousand-strong Hun cavalry unit.

The Hun cavalry pursued them into the desert but soon lost track of Oliver Sheng's group.

Using their hoofprint disappearance technique again, they shook off their pursuers, crossed two hundred miles of desert in a day, and reached another grassland.

After a brief rest, Oliver Sheng led his men to target defenseless small Hun tribes again.

By the time the news reached the Hun army, Oliver Sheng's group had already fled and disappeared.

"Damn it, are these people ghosts?"

"Find them, we must find them."

"If we don't eliminate this group, we'll lose all face."

The Hun generals participating in the hunt were furious but helpless.

They couldn't catch Oliver Sheng's group and were being led by the nose.

While the Hun cavalry searched for Oliver Sheng's group, they were hiding in a small mountain range.

At this moment, Oliver Sheng and his men were cooking beef and mutton.

On the grasslands, they could eat beef and mutton until they were sick of it.

"Tribuni, more and more Hun cavalry are joining the hunt for us," Hunter Tang said.

"I feel like we've stirred up a hornet's nest."

"This dancing on the edge of a knife is exhilarating," Wesley Hu said, gnawing on a leg of lamb.

A few days ago, they had encountered several large Hun cavalry units. If not for wrapping their horses' hooves in cloth and using the hoofprint disappearance technique, they would have been caught long ago.

"It's relatively safe here for now. Let's hide for a couple of days," Oliver Sheng said.

With many tribes sending troops to join the hunt, they faced more and more enemies and had to avoid the brunt of the attacks.

"I wonder how things are at Peace Pass," Cameron Guo said worriedly.

Despite their rampage on the grasslands, they hadn't cut off the Huns' supplies, and the Hun army was likely still attacking the pass.

"Trust General Calvin Yang and the others. Peace Pass will hold," Oliver Sheng said.

As the leader of this unit, he couldn't say anything demoralizing, as it would affect their morale and spirit.

"Not being able to drink is tough. With all this beef and mutton, some wine would be perfect," Zane Wang said, gnawing on a rib.

With wine, life would be perfect.

"Hang in there. When we get back, I'll treat you all to three days and nights of drinking," Oliver Sheng said with a smile.

They chatted while eating, the entire camp filled with the aroma of meat.

At night, Oliver Sheng began to meditate and cultivate.

After these days of battles, he had killed many enemies, accumulating over 3,600 Kill Points.

It had been several days since his last cultivation breakthrough, and Oliver Sheng planned to advance his Realm again.

Facing more and more enemies, he felt insecure with his current level.