CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: KILLED WITH ONE BLOW!

As expected.

In the following days, the entire Fengzhou martial arts world remained restless. The news of a Zhang Family expert descending the mountain was spreading wildly, causing almost everyone in the Jianghu Sect to be on edge.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shi’s Reputation Value continued to increase slowly.

Finally, after another five days, the Reputation Value completely stopped and no longer increased.

This made him show a look of regret.

"What a pity. It’s just reached 7240 points now. I thought it could keep fermenting."

Jiang Shi thought to himself.

Recently, he studied this Reputation Value system more than once, but unfortunately, he still couldn’t understand how the system measured Reputation Value.

The only things he could confirm were two points. After a person is shocked by the first event, if they are shocked by other events later, the Reputation Value provided would greatly decrease.

Secondly, the duration of the Reputation Value is limited. No matter how significant the event, it will gradually disappear after a few days.

Therefore, in the same place and among the same group of people, accumulating the same Reputation Value becomes increasingly difficult as time goes on.

To accumulate the same Reputation Value in the Fengzhou martial arts world again would be nearly impossible unless he could create stronger and bigger disturbances.

"Forget it. There’s no point in studying this. Whether it increases or not, as long as my strength increases every day, it’s fine."

Jiang Shi looked at the panel in front of him again.

Five days passed, and the Dragon Elephant Talent increased his strength by another 500 pounds.

Additionally, his Iron Stone Body finally reached Perfection today.

The perfected Iron Stone Body not only greatly enhanced his physical defense but also increased his strength by more than a thousand pounds again.

Reaching a total of 19,200 pounds.

He was almost just one step away from 20,000 pounds.

"I wonder how strong the so-called Martial Saint is. Can my punch rival the Martial Saint’s?"

Jiang Shi looked at his fist, his eyes flickering, and suddenly frowned, "Both my body forging hard skills are now perfected. It will be difficult to increase my strength this fast in the future."

Whether it was the Red Sun Body Refining Technique or the Iron Stone Body, the cultivation process greatly boosted his strength, allowing him to reach 19,200 pounds in a short time.

Without these hard skills, he would at most only reach around 12,000 pounds.

This shows how much these hard skills helped him.

Originally, he planned to exchange for several more hard skills at the previous martial arts gathering, but it ended up like that.

Moreover, the Entering Strength Pills he had at the martial arts gathering last time were almost depleted.

"Starting a solo career is indeed extremely difficult."

He sighed, recalling the Yi Ming Army matter again.

If he could make a deal with them, would it be feasible?

Finally, Jiang Shi calmed his mind, picked up the Wolf Fang Club, and headed outside again.

"Brother Jiang, you’re out!"

"Are we going hunting today?"

In the area outside, Er Hu, Qing Niu, and a group of young men, carrying bows and arrows and large knives, smiled ingratiatingly, standing firm.

Ever since a black bear stormed into the village and was killed by Jiang Shi with one blow a few days ago, Jiang Shi seemed to have become obsessed with hunting.

Almost every day, he would take some time to lead them up the mountain to hunt.

Every time, they would return full-handed.

Gradually, all the young men enjoyed following him up the mountain.

"Let’s go. Today I plan to get you a fierce tiger to try."

Jiang Shi patted his chest, immediately mounted his horse.

The group of young men were secretly delighted and immediately followed on foot behind Jiang Shi, heading into the distance.

However!

Just as they had left the village for about seven or eight miles and were walking towards a dense forest ahead, they suddenly heard the sound of galloping hooves from the woods in front, accompanied by shouts and angry cries.

During the period, there were also sounds of weapons clashing, resounding loudly, and the noise was piercing.

Jiang Shi’s face froze, raising his head to look.

The villagers beside him were also startled.

"Could it be bandits?"

They almost couldn’t resist running away.

Dozens of riders soon burst out from the nearby woods, each clad in red armor, riding warhorses, densely packed, with at least six or seven hundred people. Their banners fluttered, holding long knives and spears, chasing a silhouette at the forefront.

The silhouette at the front, dressed in a blood-red robe, carrying a large bow, rode a lush green horse. The quiver on the horse’s back was empty, and the person was wielding a snow-white silver spear, fending off attacks from three enemy generals, responding while running.

The clashes sounded continually loud

Every clash sent huge air currents bursting out from between them.

However, the figure in the blood-red robe had a pale complexion, breathing disordered, already exhausted, and the spear technique appeared chaotic and disorganized; being knocked off his horse was just a matter of time.

"Tell the three generals not to kill Zhao Qing. I want him captured alive. Only then can we truly humiliate Lu Zhongshan!"

In the area at the rear, a somehow imposing, burly general commanded coldly while leading his troops from behind.

"Yes, General Song!"

A messenger beside him received the orders, sprinting forward swiftly, shouting, "General Song orders not to kill Zhao Qing, only to capture him alive!"

"Zhao Qing, today General Song shows mercy, sparing your life. Aren’t you going to dismount and surrender quickly?"

An enemy general wielding a wrought iron Great Axe laughed.

Zhao Qing’s face was ashen; he said nothing, continuing to exert his power, charging forward while fending off attacks from the three men.

"It’s him, Zhao Qing."

In the distance, Jiang Shi frowned, taking in the scene unfolding ahead, thinking quickly.

Zhao Qing belonged to the Yi Ming Army.

And the group chasing Zhao Qing seemed to be wearing standard army armor; could this be the Fengzhou Army?

No wonder Zhao Qing hadn’t approached him lately, as he must have encountered trouble long ago.

"Brother Jiang, they’re coming in our direction. Let’s run."

Er Hu’s legs were trembling with fear.

In these chaotic times, encountering the army was practically no different from encountering bandits.

Nobody wouldn’t be scared!

"Let’s go, back to the village!"

Jiang Shi turned his horse’s head.

There was no need to offend the Fengzhou Army to associate with Zhao Qing.

There would be other ways to acquire body forging hard skills later.

"But Brother Jiang? Brother Jiang, help me. I will reward you handsomely!"

Zhao Qing, while fending off attacks from the three enemy generals, looked forward and shouted.

Jiang Shi’s face immediately became stern, squeezing the horse’s back, without looking back, continuing to charge forward.

Er Hu and the others beside him were even more eager, wishing they had eight legs.

The burly general at the far end looked over towards Jiang Shi’s group indifferently, waving his hand, "Those who associate with rebels must be rebels themselves. Capture him, thoroughly investigate the surroundings, and root out any villages harboring rebels. Better to kill by mistake than let one escape!"

"Yes, General Song!"

A leader beside him cupped his fists, his eyes cold. He immediately galloped forward, without saying a word, charging fiercely towards Jiang Shi with both blades in hand.

Jiang Shi, having to accommodate Er Hu and the others’ speed, hadn’t charged far enough ahead. Soon he heard galloping hooves rapidly approaching from behind like a violent storm.

"Brother Jiang, save us!"

Er Hu and the others following Jiang Shi, terrified, cried out loudly.

A leader wielding two blades charged fiercely, swinging both blades, and aimed a heavy blow at their bodies.

"Courting death!!"

Jiang Shi growled in fury, turned his horse, rushed forth suddenly, swinging his club fiercely.

Clang!

Thud!

A figure flew out fiercely, crashing to the ground, like a meteor impacting the earth, thrown over ten meters, landing with bones shattered and twitching before dying tragically.

As for the warhorse underneath, it neighed long, its limbs broken by the powerful aftershock, collapsed heavily on the ground, and cried out in anguish.