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The Qin Army Liaison Officer hurriedly left West Rampart and rode to a small grove by the roadside, glancing back for a moment. After confirming that everything was normal behind him and no suspicious individuals were following, he quickly pulled on the reins of his warhorse and slipped into the grove.
With the crisp sound of birds chirping in response, several swordsmen dressed in civilian attire suddenly emerged from behind the trees. One of them, undeterred by the Qin Army uniform of the approaching officer, quickly stepped forward and grabbed the reins of the warhorse.
"Tan Si! What's the situation inside right now?"
The officer known as Tan Si did not answer the question. He dismounted and tossed his helmet to a brother who had come over. "Ah! It's hard to explain! Today, my brother here has seen some real stuff! Just saying it could scare someone to death!"
The swordsmen who gathered around exchanged glances but remained silent. Unless someone was willing to speak up, it was best not to pry into such awkward matters.
Tan Si, also known as Fourth Master among his brothers, stood about 1.76 meters tall with a medium build that was slightly plump. He had practiced martial arts under Mingjia since childhood, excelling in both hand-to-hand combat and footwork. He gained fame after defeating seventeen martial artists in a street brawl.
Since then, his fellow brothers no longer called him by his name but referred to him as Fourth Master or Tan Si. Although he was ranked first among his sworn brothers rather than fourth, they still preferred the old title because it felt more familiar.
Perhaps due to wearing a heavy bronze helmet, Tan Si moved his stiff neck uncomfortably. He glanced at the even heavier clay armor on his warhorse's back and couldn't help but sigh in relief that he wasn't wearing that outfit.
According to the original assassination plan, Wei Wujie had dispatched two teams of assassins from Zhao Camp for their mission. Based on intelligence regarding Bai Qi's departure time from camp, Ji Fei's first Assassin Group was to strike at an appropriate location during Bunny Hour.
Meanwhile, the second Assassin Group led by Tan Si was to secretly arrive outside West Rampart with Qin Army armor and set up an ambush. Considering the long distance made communication difficult, both teams had agreed on an attack time to prevent any mishaps. Once Bunny Hour passed, Tan Si disguised as a Qin Army Liaison Officer would infiltrate the city to locate King Zhao of Qin, while the remaining members of the second group stayed on standby along the mountain path to intercept the real Qin Army Liaison Officer if he entered the city.
It seemed that the plan had gone smoothly; Tan Si confirmed King Zhao of Qin's location and safely returned to camp. The brothers responsible for intercepting the real Liaison Officer did not fail in their duty either; they ended their concern with just one arrow. The clay armor that Tan Si had seen earlier belonged to that Qin soldier.
In Tan Si's view, his brothers should have captured this Qin Army soldier alive. If he resisted, they could silence him afterward. However, if he was timid and scared for his life, he might reveal many secrets. But now that everything was done, discussing it further would be pointless. Thus, he chose not to dwell on it any longer.
Calming his mind slightly, he slowly recalled the encounter when he met King Zhao of Qin. In fact, he could have sent someone else to scout the city. This man, who had never felt pressure in his life, thought that the so-called king of Qin State was nothing special.
Could he possibly have three heads and six arms? If given the chance, he would have simply dealt with the matter right then and there.
Just before entering the hall, this thought still supported Tan Si's resolve. However, the subsequent outcome finally fulfilled a wish of his. Having never experienced true royal authority, he realized that one did not need to have three heads to intimidate others. He could feel an overwhelming presence without even looking.
All his previous disdain and contempt vanished in that moment, replaced by a trembling heart and a sense of helplessness. What remained was a profound respect and an urgent desire to leave this place where even breathing felt laborious.
Along with Tan Si, there were seven people who arrived at the outskirts of West Rampart. Although they came from different Feudal States to serve under Xingling Jun, they felt like long-lost friends reunited after decades apart. Having burned incense and bowed their heads in reverence, they naturally had much to discuss.
When the six others finished listening to Tan Si's account, they exchanged glances in disbelief. This fourth master had seen great sights; he had never lost composure even in front of feudal lords. Yet for some reason, he was so frightened by the king of Qin State.
What exactly was this royal aura?
Most martial artists tend to be single-minded, and Tan Si was no exception. Thus, his conversations with his brothers were mostly spontaneous. However, there were limits to what could be discussed.
That royal aura indeed existed and was felt as pressure. But this was not the main reason he refrained from attempting to assassinate King Zhao of Qin; it was the swordsman standing in the hall at that moment!
The aura made Tan Si, who had several times considered drawing his sword and leaping forward, ultimately abandon that thought because each time he felt compelled to act, he sensed that every move he made was under the control of that swordsman. To put it dramatically, at that moment, Tan Si felt as if he were naked. Not only would any muscle tension in his arms be exposed, but even a fleeting thought would be laid bare before the other’s eyes!
Wiping away sweat to steady himself, Tan Si suddenly began to question his plan to assassinate King Zhao of Qin. His mind was completely shaken; even when he tried to dismiss this idea, it resurfaced almost instantly.
This is madness! It’s absolutely insane! Could this be a rescue sent by a monkey?
"Silence!"
A slight warning immediately pulled Tan Si back to reality, and he quickly signaled his brothers to stealthily move toward the direction of the sound. As they approached the mountain path ahead, a Qin Army Cavalry, flaunting their banners, appeared in the sight of the seven men.
Among the troops, the most eye-catching figure was undoubtedly their commander. Not only did his armor shine brilliantly under the sunlight, but a vibrant peacock feather adorned his helmet. This was meant to let the soldiers know where their general was and to express his determination to lead from the front.
Tan Si swallowed hard as he looked at the Qin General positioned in the center of the troops. Just look at how imposing he looks in that armor! The aura he exudes is unmatched! Now look at how his own men are dressed in this armor! They completely do not match; it’s obvious they are wearing someone else's!
Li San, ranked fifth and the one who had just held the horse for the leader, noticed Tan Si's change in expression and quickly asked, "Fourth Master! Do you know that person in the troops?"
Tan Si squinted his eyes and looked, feeling a surge of killing intent rise within him. If it were a one-on-one fight in the city, it might be quite challenging. But now! He also had a team behind him!
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