Night falls.
While Jiang Shi and the others are chatting and drinking in the room.
Outside the iron mine.
A few men in dark clothing lie silently on the hill, their eyes gleaming, having been observing secretly for several days.
"It's confirmed, this iron mine is indeed poorly defended!"
"Indeed, apart from Xiong Kaishan and the old Chi Huo Daoist from Zhenwu Temple, the others are not worth mentioning."
"Let's go, notify the leader immediately!"
The men in dark clothing quickly retreat and disappear.
A night passes.
The morning sun rises.
Welcoming yet another vibrant day.
Inside the room.
Pan Feng, Liu Si, Li San, and the others drank themselves into a stupor, snoring loudly, still not awake.
But Jiang Shi, already sober, arrives in the courtyard alone, casually grabbing the Black Iron Spear placed in the corner.
With his recent surge in strength, the Black Iron Spear felt increasingly agile in his hands; a light swing almost bent it.
"5200 jin of strength now, at this rate, it won't even take two months to surpass 10,000 jin."
Jiang Shi murmured to himself.
But the question remains, at which level of Entering Strength does he currently stand?
Just thinking about this gave him a headache.
"Should I... ask Pan Feng later?"
He stroked his chin, finally planted the spear back in the ground, and resumed his practice of Dragon and Snake Force.
Unknowingly, time passed.
Pan Feng, reeking of alcohol, finally emerges from the room, his head heavy, feeling like he hasn't shaken off his hangover.
Drinking too much last night, he passed out without realizing, without even managing to return to his quarters.
He grabs a ladle, takes big gulps of water, then lifts his head and asks, "Brother Jiang, what are you practicing?"
"Ah, General Pan, you're awake."
Jiang Shi stops and laughs, "This is merely an external practice from Zhenwu Temple called Dragon and Snake Force."
"Dragon and Snake Force."
Pan Feng repeats, suddenly his face darkens, "I've told you many times, don't call me General Pan, I'm just a grunt like you, just call me Mr. Pan."
"General Pan, you're too modest."
Jiang Shi laughs repeatedly.
"I'm serious, don't call me that!"
Pan Feng glared.
Jiang Shi immediately shut up, then said, "By the way, Mr. Pan, how much do you know about Entering Strength?"
"Entering Strength? I know a bit, I'm at the first level right now, and my punch can exert 300 jin of force."
Pan Feng replied gruffly, throwing a punch that made a whooshing sound.
"300 jin at the first level, what about the tenth level?"
Jiang Shi inquired.
"The tenth level? Who knows, anyway, there are eleven levels, each harder than the last, every breakthrough doubles the strength. I've heard that the ninth level can withstand being torn apart by eight horses and still survive!"
Pan Feng said.
"Oh? The ninth level is that strong?"
Jiang Shi's eyes flashed.
"Yes, but it's just hearsay, I don't know if it's true."
Pan Feng replied.
"I see."
Jiang Shi nodded, "By the way, there's some breakfast I just made, General Pan can have some first."
Pan Feng immediately stepped over.
Clang clang clang!
Suddenly, a rapid and piercing bell sounded, accompanied by loud shouts, "The bandit army is attacking, the bandit army is attacking!!"
Clang clang clang!
The bell rang even more urgently.
Pan Feng's face changed, he quickly grabbed a piece of roasted meat and rushed out, shouting, "Brother Jiang, let's go!"
Jiang Shi didn't have time to think, he picked up the Black Iron Spear and was about to follow when he suddenly realized something, kicked open the door, and shouted, "Liu Si, Li San, wake up quickly!"
Liu Si, Li San, and the others were immediately awake, showing surprise.
"The bandit army is attacking?"
They quickly got up and looked for their weapons.
Jiang Shi grabbed the spear and was the first to head outside the courtyard.
The entire mining area was in an uproar, the bell kept ringing, everyone hurriedly running out of their quarters, hearing the thunderous hoofbeats and shouting, not knowing how many were charging in.
The guard Xiong Kaishan, holding a mighty Xuanhua Great Axe, shouted, "Don't panic, close the gate quickly, archers ready!"
Everyone swiftly got to work.
Some quickly closed the gate to the iron mine, while others drew their bows, keeping a vigilant watch on the outside.
Quickly, everyone's expressions changed dramatically, and they looked over.
All they saw were enemies covering the mountains and plains, heads wrapped in red turbans, wielding large knives and long spears, smoke billowing, shouts shaking the sky. Some were on horseback, some on foot, densely packed, impossible to count, charging rapidly.
The leading figure was tall and strong, with robust arms, riding a blazing red horse, wielding a Heaven-piercing Halberd, laughing heartily, like a giant humanoid beast.
"Sons, kill them all, leave no one alive!"
"Kill!"
"Charge!"
Countless members of the Red Turban Army charged forward aggressively, fearless of death.
"Quick, quick, release the arrows!"
Xiong Kaishan shouted loudly.
A large number of arrows were shot out by them in an instant.
However, the number of enemies was too many, covering the mountain and plains, everywhere.
Among them were many experts, most at the Entering Strength first and second levels, carrying many stones, which they simply tossed hundreds of meters away.
Bang bang bang bang!
Ah!
At a glance, both sides suffered death and injury.
The archers on the mining side were struck repeatedly by stones, crying out miserably, in chaos, many being knocked back.
Subsequently, the tightly closed stockade gate was directly forced open by the fearless Red Turban Army.
"Kill, hahahaha!"
The bandit army vanguard wielding a Heaven-piercing Halberd laughed heartily, charged forward on horseback, with a swish, at a glance cleaving an officer of the Red Flame Army in two, the cut clean, the two halves flying to the sides, guts and blood spraying everywhere.
Other aspects of the bandit army also laughed maniacally, like madmen, swinging large knives and long spears, slaughtering towards the Red Flame Army and disciples of Zhenwu Temple.
The entire mining region descended into chaos instantly.
Screams of misery echoed everywhere.
Xiong Kaishan's eyes turned red, roaring, swinging the Xuanhua Great Axe, charging directly at that bandit army vanguard wielding the Heaven-piercing Halberd.
"Lv Fang brat, prepare to die!"
Clang!
Their Great Axe and Heaven-piercing Halberd collided instantly, exploding in a shower of sparks, power surging, sweeping in all directions.
After Xiong Kaishan charged out, Daoist Chi Huo from Zhenwu Temple didn't stand idle, wielding a long sword, slashing randomly among the crowd, with a swishing sound, continuously splitting people into halves.
But soon two Red Turban Army leaders shouted angrily, one holding a Meteor Hammer, the other a long knife, rushed crazily towards Daoist Chi Huo.
"Old Daoist, die!"
Daoist Chi Huo's expression changed, the long sword in his hand transformed, quickly countering those two Red Turban Army leaders, making sharp clanging sounds as they fought fiercely.
It was the same elsewhere.
But in terms of numbers, the Flame Monarch and Zhenwu Temple suffered a significant disadvantage, soon defeated and routed.
Whoosh!
Bang!
Jiang Shi's hand swung suddenly, heavy as a Celestial Pillar, sweeping at a Red Turban Army soldier, breaking his tendons and bones, causing him to scream miserably, flying several meters.
Jiang Shi felt unsatisfied, lifted a single arm, the thick Iron Long Spear in his hand whistled, continuously sweeping away one Red Turban Army soldier after another.
He resembled a small whirlwind here, impossible for ordinary people to approach at all, brushing against him meant death, touching meant injury, continuously sweeping away large numbers of Red Turban Army soldiers.
"Damn!"
"Boss is formidable!"
Liu Si and Li San shouted in shock, exclaiming.
Pan Feng, swinging a long knife in a chaotic slaughter, also turned his head suddenly, his expression changed.
"Brother Jiang, you!"
He could hardly believe it.
This guy, didn't he fail to cultivate power?
How is he so terrifying?
But in a moment of distraction, Pan Feng soon screamed miserably, struck by several spears, blood splattering.
"Damn it, damn your grandmother!"
He swung his long knife, hurriedly slashing at those people.
Suddenly, a lot of lime powder was thrown by the opponent, directly splashing Pan Feng's face, followed by countless long knives striking down, instantly reducing Pan Feng to a pulp.
"Brother Pan!"
The Red Flame Army from other directions shouted in succession.
Jiang Shi heard the commotion, turned his head hastily, but quickly his face changed dramatically, more lime powder scattered towards his face, a white blur, he quickly covered his eyes, turning his spear even faster.
"All die!"
Bang bang bang bang!
Ah!
More people were swept away, screaming miserably.
Xiong Kaishan, engaged in fierce battle with Lv Fang, heard the noise, turned quickly, his expression shocked, incredulous.
"What a fierce man, is he from Zhenwu Temple?"
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