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Chapter Sixty-Three: A Test of Skill
Chang Long and Hu Bing rushed towards the collapsed wooden house after hearing the loud noise. They found Lin Feng lying on the ground, his clothes torn in several places.
"My lord, what happened to you?"
"My lord, are you alright?"
Both of them spoke up with concern at the same time.
Lin Feng stood up and looked at his wounds. "I didn't expect the jade to contain such powerful energy; it blasted me away. Fortunately, my body is strong enough."
"What jade?"
"The jade used to test the compatibility of the Armored Soldier."
"My lord, did you... break it?" Chang Long asked in confusion, wondering why Lin Feng would be so reckless as to smash the testing jade.
Lin Feng shook his head. "I was just testing it; I didn't expect it to explode on its own."
"But I've never heard of a jade test exploding before," Chang Long said, looking puzzled.
Lin Feng thought for a moment and asked, "What is the limit of compatibility for the jade test?"
"Earth level. The Earth Compatibility Level is one in a hundred thousand. In the entire Border Troops, only the Governor, General, and Sima from the Imperial Guard Headquarters have reached that level," Chang Long reported honestly.
"Is there no possibility of higher levels appearing?" Lin Feng inquired.
Chang Long smiled and replied, "My lord is joking. The Compatibility Level means wearing Xuanjia like thin clothing, maneuvering freely, and being able to unleash the strongest power of one's cultivation through Xuanjia. Such talent is exceedingly rare. At least in the Tang Empire, we have not heard of anyone like that. I wonder if there is anyone like that across the entire Nine Provinces."
Lin Feng did not continue to ask but instead smiled secretly. Suddenly, he felt very happy, extremely happy. It seemed as if he was the rare talent among millions.
Chang Long said, "My lord, I have a suggestion. I'm not sure if it's appropriate to speak of it."
"Go on."
"With battle imminent, if there is a reconnaissance mission tonight, I hope you can take our Armored Soldiers to execute it."
"Tonight? Aren't the Armored Soldiers still lacking some experience in battle?"
"In just a couple of days, the battle will break out. Rather than sending the Armored Soldiers into chaos on the battlefield, it would be better for them to carry out some reconnaissance missions tonight to familiarize themselves with the atmosphere of war."
Lin Feng thought for a moment and replied, "You have a point. A month of training is not as effective as stepping onto the battlefield once. Reconnaissance missions usually don't involve intense combat. Chang Long, that's a good idea."
Lin Feng immediately went to discuss this matter with Shen Jiahe. Shen Jiahe did not oppose it; in fact, he hoped that the Armored Soldiers would be completely wiped out and that Lin Feng would be slain by the demon race.
Ten horse-drawn carriages lined up and exited the city gates, all under the escort of the Armored Soldiers themselves. Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, these Armored Soldiers appeared somewhat expectant, somewhat tense, and also a bit timid.
Once outside the city, everyone donned their Xuanjia armor and swiftly dashed across the snowy ground. They raced toward the battlefield, leaving behind a long trail of footprints.
It was Lin Feng's first time on the battlefield, yet he felt remarkably calm. Just like the vastness of the earth and its boundless expanse, Lin Feng felt the biting cold wind rushing toward him.
A group of Armored Soldiers galloped for thirty miles before finally choosing to rest in an abandoned village to recover their Vital Energy.
At this time, night had fallen. A full moon had risen at some point, casting its bright light over the Snowfield.
Chang Long approached Lin Feng and said, "My lord, just three miles ahead is a relay station. The location is strategic; the demon race should have set up a post there. Our goal tonight is to eliminate that Outpost and capture a few live prisoners along the way. What do you think?"
"Based on your experience, how many enemies do you think are ahead?"
"According to common reasoning, at a strategically important Outpost, there should be fewer than a thousand Soldiers. There are probably fewer than twenty Armored Soldiers."
"Oh? How do you plan to attack?"
"We need to catch them off guard and seize victory before they can don their Xuanjia, which will help minimize casualties."
Lin Feng pondered for a moment and then used his powerful Divine Consciousness to scout ahead. He said, "If we walk straight in, we'll be easily spotted. The terrain on the right side of the Outpost is uneven; we can move up along the right side, crouching down to conceal ourselves."
Chang Long followed Lin Feng's gaze but couldn't see as far as Lin Feng could. He asked, "Have you been here before, my lord? You seem so familiar with this terrain."
"Yes, I've been here," Lin Feng replied with a smile, not wanting to elaborate further.
After their discussion reached a conclusion, Lin Feng instructed everyone to check their Xuanjia components and their weapons—swords, knives, bows, and crossbows. Once everything was confirmed to be in order, they proceeded towards the northern direction on the right side. After walking for about half a mile, they gradually crouched down to blend into the terrain as they approached the Outpost.
"Everyone must pay close attention; we need to move quickly but without exposing ourselves or bumping into each other. Keep your steps steady; we can't afford to fall. At this distance, they won't notice us."
Chang Long commanded softly, and everyone nodded silently, maintaining an appropriate distance from one another as they moved at a steady pace. A sense of anxiety filled the air as their hearts raced.
As they drew closer to the Outpost, they could see several members of the demon race gathered around a bonfire in front of it, loudly chatting and roasting meat legs.
When the Armored Soldier team was only half a mile away from the Outpost, Chang Long ordered the team to spread out as much as possible.
"Everyone charge! Kill anyone you encounter!"
Lin Feng let Chang Long take command since he had yet to experience actual combat. With Chang Long's command given, Lin Feng was the first to charge forward, moving with incredible speed like a silver thread slicing through the void.
The demons sensed something was wrong and immediately stood up, angrily asking, "What are you doing?"
Lin Feng didn't have time to answer. In an instant, he charged forward fifty yards, closing the distance to just ten yards from the demons.
The Demon Race identified him as a human, and they quickly realized that there were more black Armored Soldiers not far behind him.
"Kong Wai! Kong Wai!" Roasting Demon shouted loudly, warning his kin inside the outpost.
As soon as the demons shouted, Lin Feng was upon them, moving like a silver flash that left the Demon Race in shock. He crashed into three gathered demons, sending them flying to the ground, dead on impact.
Lin Feng didn't stop; he swiftly pursued the fleeing demons. With a grab, he tore off one demon's arm. Lin Feng was secretly astonished; he hadn't expected the power of High-Level Battle Armor to be so terrifying.
After that, he dispatched each foe with a single punch, avoiding any excessively violent or bloody methods.
On the snowy ground, several streaks of crimson appeared, shocking to behold.
Upon hearing the commotion, the demons inside the outpost immediately donned their Xuanjia and rushed out to confront the enemy.
Lin Feng leaped into the air, pouncing on four Demon Clan Armored Soldiers. While still airborne, he continuously swung his legs, the blades on his feet slicing through the air with a sharp sound as they cut through the Xuanjia of the Demon Clan Armored Soldiers.
Seeing Lin Feng's bravery, the remaining dozen or so Armored Soldiers drew their large swords and charged at him in an attempt to overwhelm him. However, Lin Feng's speed was too great; clad in High-Level Battle Armor, his defense and strength far surpassed their Low-Level Mystic Armor. Moreover, the demons' Xuanjia was inherently rough.
To Lin Feng's eyes, these Armored Soldiers moved clumsily and slowly. He easily dodged their large swords and struck with a punch, sending one Armored Soldier flying—either unconscious or dead.
In no time at all, fewer than five Demon Clan Armored Soldiers remained.
"Buka!"
Five Demon Clan Armored Soldiers looked at Lin Feng with deep fear and awe. After letting out strange cries, they no longer had the courage to attack and immediately fled.
At this moment, the Armored Soldiers led by Lin Feng arrived. Faced with the five disoriented Armored Soldiers, they effortlessly eliminated them on the spot.
This time, they left not a single survivor; all were slain. Lin Feng's strength not only stunned the Demon Clan Armored Soldiers but also left his own Armored Soldiers speechless.
"My lord, you must be of a high Compatibility Level," Chang Long said, filled with admiration.
Under the bright moonlight, the Armored Soldier team set off again, embarking on a new journey. Although Lin Feng had nearly wiped out all their enemies at this stop, the Armored Soldiers gained confidence, their spirits ignited.
As night deepened, the vast Snowfield appeared endless under the dim moonlight.
Lin Feng couldn't help but marvel at the dominance and cruelty of the Xuanjia; it was a terrifying killing weapon on the battlefield. Ordinary Soldiers stood no chance against even low-level Armored Soldiers when faced with high-level ones.
However, Lin Feng was unaware that High-Level Battle Armor was inherently rare, and an entire squad of High-Level Armored Soldiers was even more scarce. It was rumored that only the Emperor of the Tang Empire had a batch of High-Level Armored Soldier guards.
After rushing for another ten miles, they had entered the territory occupied by the Demon Clan. Everyone became particularly alert and cautious.
Suddenly, intense sounds of fighting and screams echoed from ahead. The sounds of clashes were especially piercing. Lin Feng and Chang Long recognized that it was the sound of Armored Soldiers battling.
With a raised hand from Lin Feng, all the Armored Soldiers halted in unison. They crouched down to look from a higher vantage point and were met with a shocking sight.
Hundreds of torches illuminated the entire battlefield; within the fiery glow were countless Demon Clan Armored Soldiers. The Demon Clan Soldiers holding torches twisted their bodies and danced, shouting in strange tones to cheer on their comrades.
Seeing so many Armored Soldiers, Lin Feng felt a chill run down his spine.
"Ah, there are no less than three hundred Armored Soldiers here. The Demon Clan has deployed their main force!"
Surrounded by the Demon Clan's Armored Soldiers, a group of human Armored Soldiers appeared weak and vulnerable. They stood back to back, forming a circle, fighting fiercely against the onslaught.
The Demon Clan launched attack after attack, each one claiming the lives of several human Armored Soldiers. Now, fewer than ten remained. Facing three hundred Demon Clan Armored Soldiers, their demise was inevitable. Yet these ten warriors remained undaunted, refusing to show fear or surrender as they continued to fight.
The circle of human soldiers grew smaller, barely able to hold out much longer. It seemed that the Demon Clan Armored Soldiers were not fully committed to their assault; instead, they slowly picked off their opponents one by one.
"My lord, there are too many Demon Clan Armored Soldiers. Even if we charge in, it would be futile," a Hengdao Camp Armored Soldier said timidly.
"Chang Long, what do you think?" Lin Feng asked.
Chang Long had been silent, his gaze intensely focused on the battlefield before him. Suddenly, he spoke up, "My lord, those are the Armored Soldiers from the Imperial Guard Headquarters. The one leading them is Sima Shangshan."
Lin Feng was taken aback. "Are you sure?"
"My lord, please save my master," Chang Long pleaded urgently, his voice tinged with desperation.
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