System:The More I Kill, the Stronger I Get

Unfortunately, today it wasn't their camp's turn to defend the city.

He could only stay in the military camp, listening to the sounds of battle outside the city walls.

Soon, a logistics officer delivered new recruits to fill the gaps in their ranks.

Their squad received four soldiers.

Two of them looked like local militia, while the other two seemed to be drafted from who knows where.

There was no choice; the war had been going on for half a month, and the garrison's losses were too great. They had to replenish their forces this way.

The court still hadn't sent reinforcements.

The two new recruits, hearing the battle cries outside, were filled with fear.

The veteran soldiers looked at the new recruits with helpless expressions.

These recruits were just cannon fodder sent to die.

Of course, Oliver Sheng was an exception; he was an anomaly.

Untrained and unversed in martial arts, these recruits were indeed just cannon fodder.

Everyone remained silent. Zane Wang quietly polished his saber.

Ian Zhang looked up at the sky. The Northern Frontier sky was clear and bright.

It was September, a time of crisp autumn air.

Jerry Li and Tom Li sat together, resting.

"Uncle, how long do you think the Huns will keep attacking the city?" Oliver Sheng asked.

"Until winter!" the veteran replied flatly.

The Hun army was attacking the border to plunder food for the winter.

And to capture some women, to make the winter a bit warmer.

"There's still a lot of fighting ahead!" Oliver's eyes lit up.

"What kind of look is that?" the veteran glared at Oliver.

While everyone else dreaded the war, Oliver seemed to welcome it.

"Ahem, I was just thinking, if I kill more Hun bandits, I can earn some military merit, get a small official position, buy a few acres of land, and then buy a few wives to live a good life," Oliver said, spouting nonsense.

"A few wives? Has your bird even grown up yet?" Tom Li laughed.

"Hahaha, Oliver's probably still a virgin," Ian Zhang laughed as well.

Oliver's face turned dark. "I'm seventeen this year. My bird's grown, and I've got hair down there. Want me to show you?"

"Shut up, stop talking nonsense!" the veteran scolded.

Comparing birds in the military camp?

Did they have a death wish?

Oliver had to shut up obediently, and Ian Zhang stopped teasing him.

***

Everyone continued to either organize their armor or sharpen their sabers, spending the morning listening to the sounds of battle.

Oliver took a token from the veteran and went to get equipment.

He arrived at the camp's storeroom.

"Whose subordinate are you? What are you doing here?" a logistics officer asked upon seeing Oliver.

"I'm a soldier under the veteran. I have his token to collect equipment," Oliver replied, showing the token.

The logistics officer took the token, nodded, and said, "So you're one of his men. Wait here." He then turned and walked into the storeroom.

"Hey, brother, are you here to get weapons too?" a burly man asked Oliver.

Hearing the voice, Oliver turned around and nodded, finding the man somewhat familiar.

"It's you, the Divine Hand of Kidney Stabbing!" the man exclaimed in surprise.

"Divine Hand of Kidney Stabbing? What are you talking about?" Oliver was confused.

The man seemed to realize something and quickly shut his mouth, covering his waist with his hands.

"Nothing, nothing." The man turned and quickly left.

Watching the man leave, Oliver felt baffled.

"Bennett Deng, why are you back? Where's your weapon?" someone asked Bennett Deng.

Bennett turned around and said, "Guess who I just saw?"

"Stop being mysterious. Did you see General Who Pacifies the North?" someone named Pei Yong asked.

"No, I saw the Divine Hand of Kidney Stabbing," Bennett replied.

"The Divine Hand of Kidney Stabbing? The one who stabs Hun soldiers in the kidneys?" Pei Yong asked.

"Yes, that's him. I saw him stab five or six Hun soldiers to death yesterday. Each one was stabbed right in the kidney. Those Hun soldiers died miserably," Bennett said, still shaken.

"Why are you scared of him? Do you think he'll stab your kidney?"

"Even if he does stab kidneys, it's the Hun bandits' kidneys, not yours. Look how scared you are," Pei Yong said.

"I'm just afraid he'll get used to it and stab me by mistake. My Little Red back home is still waiting for me to marry her," Bennett said.

***

The logistics officer returned from the storeroom with thirty arrow feathers and a new saber.

Oliver wanted to ask for more arrows but was scolded and refused by the logistics officer.

He said that supplies were tight and they had to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

Oliver had to give up.

But thirty arrows were enough to kill thirty enemies.

Leaving the storeroom, Oliver returned to his squad.

***

After lunch, the Hun army still hadn't sounded the retreat. The veteran frowned as he looked at the city walls, feeling uneasy.

Today's attack seemed fiercer than yesterday's.

The veteran's worry didn't last long. The Martial Colonel urgently gathered them, leading their camp to the city walls for support.

The camp defending the city today couldn't hold out.

Hearing the order to support, Oliver was overjoyed. He could go up the city walls to kill enemies again.

With a bow and arrows on his back, a saber at his waist, and armor on his body, Oliver followed the veterans up the city walls.

Today, more Hun soldiers had climbed the walls than yesterday.

Many garrison soldiers had already died.

In close combat, Oliver couldn't use his bow and arrows. He drew his saber and charged at the enemy.

Seeing Oliver raise his saber to strike, a Hun soldier quickly raised his own saber to block.

"Clang!!"

With one strike, Oliver forced the enemy back a few steps. Seizing the moment, Oliver stepped forward and executed a Sweeping Saber Slash Dick, killing the enemy and splitting him in half.

Zane Wang, seeing Oliver's ruthless attack, felt a chill between his legs.

He decided never to provoke Oliver again.

This guy was either stabbing kidneys or slashing dicks. Too brutal.

After killing the enemy with one slash, Oliver noticed he gained two kill points.

No time to ponder, he quickly raised his saber and charged at another Hun soldier.

This was an ordinary Hun soldier who had just entered the Martial Disciple realm. Oliver's saber cut through the enemy's weapon and split him in half.

With the Blood Fiend Saber Technique at Small Accomplishment, Oliver's combat power soared, no longer relying solely on brute force.

"Shhh!"

Another slash killed a Hun soldier. With the strength of a late-stage Martial Disciple, Oliver's single-arm strength of 999 pounds, combined with the Blood Fiend Saber Technique, made him twice as powerful as yesterday.

Enemies with lower cultivation levels were quickly cut down like melons.

Oliver saw a familiar figure fighting an enemy ahead. It looked like the man he met when collecting weapons.

Bennett Deng was currently fighting a tough opponent, the two locked in a fierce battle.

Seeing this, Oliver's Camper instincts kicked in.

Seizing the opportunity, he stabbed the Hun soldier in the kidney with precision and force.

Seeing this familiar scene, Bennett couldn't help but shiver, feeling a chill in his waist.

He's here, he's here again, the Divine Hand of Kidney Stabbing, with his gentle and kind smile.

"Are you okay, brother?" Oliver asked with a kind smile.

"I'm... I'm fine, thank you!" Bennett quickly turned and moved away from Oliver after thanking him.

This was a battlefield, full of chaos. He feared Oliver might stab him by mistake.

Watching Bennett move away, Oliver was puzzled. Was he really that scary?

Feeling confused, Oliver continued to look for his next target.

Seeing Oliver continuously kill comrades, several Hun soldiers surrounded him, intending to kill him.

"Lowly Wei people, how dare you kill so many of our kin. You deserve to die," one of the Hun soldiers glared at Oliver.

In no time, several people had already died by Oliver's saber, naturally attracting the attention of many Huns.

"Hun bandits deserve to be killed by everyone. You should be the ones to die. I'll send you to meet your Shaman God one by one," Oliver said coldly.

They say those who are not of our race must have different hearts.

Now a Wei person, Oliver was naturally on the opposite side of the Huns. It was a life-and-death struggle.

Moreover, Oliver needed kill points to aid his cultivation. For both public and private reasons, these Huns had to die.

"Hmph, when our royal court army breaks through, we'll slaughter all you Wei people," the Hun soldier said, raising his saber to attack.

The other four also attacked Oliver.

Using the Blood Fiend Saber Technique, Oliver's saber was filled with killing intent. He fought five Hun soldiers alone.

The leading Hun soldier was not weak, also a late-stage Martial Disciple like Oliver.

But Oliver's strength was far superior, combined with the Blood Fiend Saber Technique, he faced the five Hun soldiers without falling behind.

A normal late-stage Martial Disciple had a single-arm strength of around 700 pounds, but Oliver had 999 pounds.

This strength was usually only possessed by those at the Great Perfection stage of Martial Disciple.

Having reached the late stage of Martial Disciple and with the Blood Fiend Saber Technique at Small Accomplishment, Oliver dared to say he had no equal in the same realm.

Blood Battle Eight Directions, Rainy Night Rampage, Sweeping Saber Slash Dick, Hua Mountain Cleave, Sweeping Through Thousands...

A complete set of the Blood Fiend Saber Technique, and the five Hun soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

After dealing with the five Hun soldiers, Oliver shook the blood off his saber.

"Now, I'm terrifyingly strong!"

In his previous life, he would have dared to shout on the streets, "I can take on a hundred."

After killing the five Hun soldiers, Oliver didn't stop. He continued to kill the Hun soldiers climbing the city walls.

The Hun soldiers kept climbing the walls, fearless of death.

In no time, he had already killed over twenty enemies.

Hun soldiers who hadn't reached the late stage of Martial Disciple were killed by Oliver with one strike.

On the city wall, a general noticed Oliver.

"Whose subordinate is that? How is he so fierce?"

"General, he looks like a small soldier, probably under the Martial Colonel of the Seventh Camp," a deputy general replied.

"Not bad, killing over twenty enemies in such a short time. Quite brave," the general said with a smile.

Oliver seemed like an untiring killing machine, charging at any Hun soldier he saw.

Climbing up one, killing one, cutting from east to west, slaughtering a street.