I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense - Chapter 675
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Chapter 675: Chapter 676 Fight!
The border frontier’s lower ranks of soldiers amounted to a total of two hundred thousand, teaching them all at once was unlikely.
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Li Xiaobai selected a group of soldiers who appeared to be relatively smart to teach the first batch of the Spirit Realm Technique. Of course, what was taught was merely the most inferior version of the cultivation technique, which would only allow these soldiers to cultivate to the Qi Cultivation Spirit Refining stage. To go further, they would still need to find additional follow-up cultivation techniques.
But that was no longer Li Xiaobai’s concern.
By having the soldiers who had learned it teach those who had not, efficiency greatly increased. The number of martial artists who learned the inferior version of the Spirit Realm Technique grew exponentially; in just over ten days, a full fifty thousand out of the two hundred thousand soldiers had learned this technique.
However, they had only mastered it. To enhance their strength and cultivation level through this technique, they needed to continuously absorb the inner strength from the enemy’s body on the battlefield, which required long-term accumulation and was not something that could be achieved overnight.
Li Xiaobai had taken more than ten days to enter the Spirit Refining stage from the Essence Refining stage using the captive-rearing model, so these soldiers, without any resources, would probably need several months.
Moreover, there were far fewer martial artists in the Southern Barren Lands than in the Central Plains, and only a portion of these soldiers would be able to successfully advance to the Spirit Refining Realm.
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In the blink of an eye, nearly half a month had passed.
Nearly half of the soldiers in the military camp had learned this method, and at the same time, the Southern Barbarians launched a full-scale attack.
Still led by fifteen Spirit Refinining Realm experts, the iron cavalry charged, and Chen Yu’s side was completely routed in the face of direct combat, retreating in haste back to the city. The speed of the iron cavalry was too fast, and their assault was fierce; often, a single blow could result in a fatal outcome, with martial artists overthrown before they could even begin to absorb the enemy’s inner strength.
“This is too passive. Bring up all the prisoners and let the vanguard troops cultivate to the Spirit Refining stage!”
Chen Yu ordered.
“I’ll go and slaughter those fifteen, you just hold the city,”
Li Xiaobai said indifferently, his figure flickered into a shadow as he swooped out, like a great roc spreading its wings, plunging towards the enemy’s camp. His vast and boundless inner strength surged, repelling the attacks of the Southern Barbarian soldiers and heading straight for the fifteen experts.
“What audacity!”
Within the camp, everyone’s expressions were a mix of shock and fury. To barge into the Southern Barbarians’ camp alone and seek to challenge their fifteen people?
It was far too arrogant.
“Kill!”
The Southern Barbarians, not accustomed to wasting words, flashed a ferocious light in their eyes, and like lightning, all at once they struck at Li Xiaobai.
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They, seasoned in warfare, had honed their cultivation through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, their foundations unimaginably solid and sturdy.
The moment they engaged, Li Xiaobai understood that this group was in no way comparable to the martial artists of the Central Plains, whether they were from the rivers and lakes or the imperial guards. Those he had previously killed were nothing but hothouse flowers compared to the present fifteen.
The eyes of the fifteen Southern Barbarians were vicious and dark, their movements well-coordinated, frequently cooperating with each other, in effect forming a powerful military formation. Their inner strength was as sharp as knives and swords, their bodies as sturdy as steel, their eyes fiery, their spirit, energy, and soul escalating to their peaks, brimming with a killing intent!
“No wonder the frontier was lost. The martial artists on both sides are not on the same level. It seems you have already started to temper your Primordial Spirits, perfect for my use!”
Li Xiaobai murmured to himself, his inner strength turbulent and overflowing, wildly spilling out like it cost him nothing, stirring up a mighty wave within the Southern Barbarian camp. The Spirit Realm Technique operated to its extreme, and every martial artist who came into contact with his inner strength was instantaneously drained of their inner strength, collapsing to the ground, weakened.
For a moment, the Southern Barbarian Soldiers scattered far away, with no one daring to approach.
“What kind of cultivation technique is this, to actually drain away my Inner Strength and Primordial Spirit Power!”
“It can even suck away the Primordial Spirit Power, what kind of sinister technique is this!”
“This man must be a fierce general from the Central Plains, he must not be left alive, take his head today!”
“Kill!”
Over a dozen veterans roared together, employing various methods. The void filled with the brilliance of swords and the shadows of knives, as if to tear the very heavens.
Even Li Xiaobai, with his immense inner strength, felt some pressure. Any martial artist capable of cultivating Primordial Spirit Power must be at the very least in the late stages of the Refinement Void Realm, not at all comparable to the insubstantial and hollow Central Plains martial artists.
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Every punch, every kick, was full of force, shaking Li Xiaobai to the core.
However, correspondingly, Li Xiaobai was continuously absorbing the inner strength and Primordial Spirit Power from everyone, using them as he wished. Despite the grievous wounds, he showed not a hint of exhaustion.
A swelling sensation emanated from the Dantian within his glabella, his eyes growing increasingly bright – a sign of an ample amount of Primordial Spirit Power.
“This person is extraordinary, his Inner Strength is even more profound than ours!”
“I’ve been cultivating for decades, and this is the first time I’ve seen such a young and skilled individual; if he doesn’t die young, he has the potential to reach the Void Merging phase!”
“But the more so it is, the less he can be spared. If we let him go, he will surely become a great enemy of life and death for us Southern Barbarians!”
The fifteen veterans likewise grew more and more alarmed. Each of them was a top-notch mighty person dominating one area. In single combat, they could swiftly kill the border guard Chen Yu without much effort. Yet now they were unexpectedly locked in an intricate battle with a wet-behind-the-ears youth, which was utterly bewildering.
What kind of cultivation technique could possibly allow a martial artist to have such a vast amount of Inner Strength?
The oldest veteran shook his hand, drawing out a ferocious Wolf Fang Club, still with bits of flesh clinging to it and emanating a thick scent of blood. Without another word, he smashed it towards Li Xiaobai.
“Kill!”
Li Xiaobai drew his longsword from his waist and continued to use Basic Sword Techniques. His Inner Strength activated the Sword Qi, with a faint black aura swirling around the sword light, enhancing its power. This must be a characteristic of the Demon Sealing Sword Technique. As for the origin of this black aura, that was unknown.
The strange black sword light collided with the Wolf Fang Club. There were no sparks; instead, the ferocious teeth of the club were silently eroded away, shocking the old man into letting go instantly, fearing any contact with the black aura.
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“Quite useful.”
Li Xiaobai thought happily as he waved his longsword, stabbing toward the crowd in front of him. Black Sword Qi scattered like bold strokes of calligraphy, filled with freedom and ease.
“This sword is strange, everyone be careful!”
The circle of fighters suddenly expanded, the veterans retreating explosively, keeping their distance and trapping Li Xiaobai in the middle. The black aura on the sword light was giving them an intense sense of crisis; if they were hit, they would either die or be severely injured.
While they faced off, sounds of assault drifted from afar, reaching their ears. Li Xiaobai suddenly jolted, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse below the city walls, where countless Southern Barbarian soldiers were frantically attacking. A corner of the city gate had been battered down, and it seemed it would soon be breached.
Those soldiers actually took advantage of his entanglement with the fifteen experts and sneaked off to strike at the main city!
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