Chapter 15: Surpassing the Way of the Shaman, Reaching the First Realm of Tongmai!
Zhang Yang showed not the slightest fear.
With a slight flick of his right wrist, his spear danced and weaved around him like a dragon, instantly deflecting more than a dozen incoming arrows.
The sight left the Jing Kingdom soldiers who had come to surround him utterly dumbfounded.
To deflect a single arrow was already a feat requiring lightning-fast reflexes and the skill of a Way of the Shaman master.
But to simultaneously knock aside a dozen or more arrows? They had neither seen nor even heard of such a thing before.
Before they could recover from their shock, Zhang Yang ordered, “Charge.”
The charioteer, a trusted aide of Zhang Yang’s, was fully briefed on today’s plan.
He spoke no words, only fixed his gaze with determination and drove the chariot straight towards Prince Liao’s war chariot.
The horses neighed, their iron hooves pounding the ground.The wheels thundered as they charged towards the enemy.
Prince Liao’s lips parted slightly in surprise, but then the corners of his mouth lifted into a cold smirk.
“Foolish,” he sneered with contempt.
Then, Prince Liao raised his command flag high and waved it.
With the waving of the flag, another thirty chariots surged forward to attack Zhang Yang.
This time, however, the pursuing force was not just chariots but infantry as well.
Thirty chariots, two thousand soldiers.
The chariots thundered on as the infantry charged.
Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes, silently admiring Prince Liao’s decisiveness.Thirty chariots, two thousand men — if they were ordinary warriors at the Vitality Like a Galloping Horse level, there would be no way to escape.
But!
Zhang Yang laughed heartily and shouted, "Bring it on."
"Go back. I’ll deal with them."
With that, he flicked his spear, snapping the reins of a war horse before vaulting onto its back.
“Giddy-up!”
Zhang Yang nudged the horse’s flanks with his feet, urging it forward.
Freed from the burden of the chariot, the horse surged ahead, its speed leaping by two gears in an instant.
Leading the charge, Zhang Yang’s spear darted like a venomous snake striking from its den, stabbing fiercely towards the chariot warrior rushing at him.
The enemy reacted swiftly, raising their shields to block.
However~~~
“Boom!”
The fierce collision was like the roar of a heavy truck, sending the enemy armoured soldier, shield and all, flying through the air.
At the very moment the shield bearer was airborne, Zhang Yang flicked his wrist lightly, and the spear tip split into two cold stars, stabbing at the charioteer’s neck.
“Shhh~~~”
The spear sliced through the charioteer’s head like a blade, blood splattering over a yard away.
With the charioteer dead, the war chariot instantly lost control.
The lone remaining archer’s face drained of colour as he hurriedly pulled on the reins, trying to steady the chariot.
But Zhang Yang would not give him the chance.
His spear, like a dragon, pierced straight through the archer.
By now, the shield bearer who had been flung flew over ten metres before crashing heavily to the ground, landing on two unfortunate foot soldiers.
Zhang Yang scored a successful strike without the slightest hesitation. Pulling the reins, he urged his warhorse forward towards another chariot.
It was almost like history repeating itself.
The shield bearer was swept aside by the spear. Without his protection, neither the archer nor the charioteer could even resist; in an instant, both were pierced through by the spear.
One chariot down.
Two.
Three.
By the time Zhang Yang had taken out three enemy chariots, the Jing Kingdom’s forces had finally completed their encirclement.
More than thirty chariots surrounded Zhang Yang in the centre.
Beyond them stood two thousand infantrymen.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—”
The armoured soldiers on the chariots, along with the infantry behind, simultaneously launched a volley of arrows at Zhang Yang.Hundreds of arrows came whistling through the air. Zhang Yang’s spear flowed like a dragon, deflecting most of the arrows, but he could not achieve complete invulnerability. One arrow struck the horse’s belly. The warhorse, stung by pain, suddenly lifted its forelegs before letting out a distressed neigh. Zhang Yang’s movements were affected, and he uncontrollably fell towards the ground. At the same time, a dozen more sharp arrows came flying in. The horse couldn’t dodge in time and suffered successive heavy wounds to its chest, belly, and neck. With a roar, the horse crashed heavily to the ground. Dust billowed around it, and froth tinged with blood bubbled at its lips — its life was fading fast. Zhang Yang flipped like a hawk and landed steadily on his feet.He looked at the fallen warhorse, a flicker of regret passing through his eyes, quickly replaced by a sense of relief. At his realm, whether chariot or warhorse, they had become nothing but burdens. Chariots and warhorses simply couldn’t withstand the full force of his power! At the first stage of Tongmai, his strength reached three thousand jin (roughly 1,500 kg)! What warhorse could possibly endure such overwhelming recoil?
Yet the soldiers of the Jing Kingdom surrounding him were unaware that the death of the warhorse merely loosened Zhang Yang’s final restraint. Seeing his warhorse drop dead, they immediately erupted in loud cheers.
“Capture the Grand Marshal of the Shang Kingdom!”
“Capture the Grand Marshal of the Shang Kingdom!”
“Brothers, charge!”Accompanied by the cheers of the Jing Kingdom soldiers, the chariots surged forward, with the infantry close behind. More than two thousand men pressed towards Zhang Yang like a flood.
Watching this scene, Prince Liao laughed heartily.
"The Grand Marshal of the Shang Kingdom is nothing more than that—brave but lacking in strategy."
On the Shang Kingdom’s side, curses rang out in response.
“Damn the Jing Kingdom, they’ve no shame at all.”
“General, we can’t wait any longer. The Grand Marshal is surrounded. Let’s charge.”
“General, the Grand Marshal is in serious trouble.”
The soldiers, some agitated, others furious, urged General Heitu and the other commanders on.
Yet—
Heitu and his companions gritted their teeth, gripping their reins tightly, remaining silent throughout.
Wait a little longer.
Wait a little longer.
The Grand Marshal has not given the order yet!
Just as they silently grew anxious, eager for Zhang Yang to command, a bold, hearty laugh suddenly rang out from the centre of the battlefield.
“Men, today I will show you a realm beyond Vitality Like a Galloping Horse!”
“Watch closely!”
Zhang Yang’s voice thundered across the field, carrying so clearly that those hundreds of metres away could hear it distinctly.
At these words, the previously restless soldiers of the Shang Kingdom immediately fell silent.
They exchanged glances—surprise coloured with disbelief.
“A realm beyond Vitality Like a Galloping Horse?”
"Isn't Vitality Like a Galloping Horse the pinnacle of the Way of the Shaman?"
"That's right, Vitality Like a Galloping Horse is the peak of the Way of the Shaman. Could it be—"
"Ah, has the Grand Marshal actually realised a realm beyond Vitality Like a Galloping Horse?"
As the soldiers of the Shang Kingdom voiced their astonished questions, Zhang Yang made his move.
His eyes narrowed slightly, vitality surging into his legs.
He pushed off the ground with force.
*Bang!*
The earth caved in beneath him as Zhang Yang shot forward like a plane taking off, his speed so great it left an afterimage.
Covering a hundred metres in just over three seconds!
At that moment, the nearest chariot to Zhang Yang was only fifty metres away.
Fifty metres!Just two seconds!
The warriors on the chariot only saw a blur before Zhang Yang appeared like a phantom right in front of them.
The spear tip streaked through the night sky like a meteor.
A dazzling golden light was the last thing the soldiers saw.
In the blink of an eye, the charioteer, shield-bearers, and archers were all dead on the spot.
Zhang Yang paused momentarily before driving off towards another chariot.
Without the warhorse, he seemed like a god or demon freed from its shackles, moving through this ancient battlefield of cold weapons as if it were deserted.
A speed of over a hundred metres in just over three seconds.
An explosive force exceeding three thousand jin (approximately 1,500 kilograms).
Even cultivators with Bones of Bronze were little more than infants before him!Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
Zhang Yang’s eyes were blood-red, like a raging truck crashing into the crowd, as if he had returned to the final battle of his past life.
Limbs and severed arms flew through the air.
Warhorses cried out in terror.
Armoured soldiers were launched into the sky.
What should have been a battlefield where two thousand fought to kill one had instead become a nightmare where one slaughtered two thousand!
Zhang Yang had lost count of how many he had killed.
A hundred?Two hundred?
Perhaps even more.
He couldn’t remember.
Because it didn’t matter.
On the battlefield littered with corpses, the soldiers of the Jing Kingdom were already terror-stricken.
It was no longer them chasing Zhang Yang; it was Zhang Yang relentlessly hunting them down.
Wherever Zhang Yang passed, whether chariots or foot soldiers, they fled in panic, abandoning helmets and armour.
Some were so terrified they broke down completely, collapsing to the ground and wailing uncontrollably.
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