Chapter 177 - 100: Wave-Treading Blade Technique, Repayment Complete!

Chapter 177: Chapter 100: Wave-Treading Blade Technique, Repayment Complete!

Zheng Jun’s voice echoed directly throughout the military camp in the early morning.

The camp had just undergone a shift change. The newly arrived soldiers, all from two different units, were momentarily bewildered upon hearing Zheng Jun’s booming voice, completely unaware of what was happening. Naturally, these nearly two thousand men would not all be stationed within the city. Troop deployments had always followed a specific pattern: a portion camped outside the city walls while the rest garrisoned inside. This formed a mutually supportive pincer formation that was ideal for defense.

While the new arrivals were entirely perplexed, a portion of the veteran soldiers from yesterday knew exactly what was going on. They immediately began whispering among themselves, bringing the new recruits up to speed.

Upon hearing their comrades’ explanations, the recruits wore expressions of sheer astonishment. Many simply refused to believe it. What a joke. How could a Qi Storage Martial Artist possibly defeat an Outer Gang expert? They had to be pulling their legs!

The on-duty Captain heard Zheng Jun’s shout and braced himself. Just as he was about to step outside and persuade Zheng Jun not to blow the matter out of proportion, a long, resounding howl erupted from deep within the camp.

"You little thief! Yesterday, I carelessly underestimated you, allowing you to win by a mere fluke. Instead of staying home to bask in your unearned triumph, you actually dare to come here and bark? Considering we are comrades-in-arms, if you crawl over here and kowtow in apology, I will pretend this never happened. Otherwise, I will hand you such a crushing defeat that your martial resolve will shatter!"

Hearing his own General’s resounding response, the on-duty Captain couldn’t help but smile bitterly. He sighed deeply, momentarily at a loss for words.

"General, what are you doing?" the on-duty Captain complained inwardly. "By acting like this, aren’t you just admitting to it? It will be fine if you win today. But what if you lose? Our morale will completely collapse! The Main General of an army naturally shouldn’t be so rash. If you are defeated three times in a row by a Qi Storage Martial Artist, how are the soldiers supposed to cope? Besides, we are already in the wrong regarding this matter. If we win, we can at least use our martial prowess to save face, but if we lose, we’ll become a complete joke! General Zheng is also at fault. A formidable enemy is approaching, yet instead of uniting to resist the foe, he insists on doing something that only gladdens our enemies and grieves our own."

At that moment, Han Hu had already fully unleashed his True Gang. A vast, continuous expanse of cyan-green majestically drifted above the military camp. At first glance, it seemed as if half the sky had been dyed that cyan-green hue.

Zheng Jun’s expression remained as placid as ever; he completely dismissed Han Hu and his sky-dyeing display. It was nothing but empty bravado.

He stepped right into the camp.

The camp guards were at a complete loss, unsure if they should stop him. If it were anyone else, they would have intervened immediately. A military camp was a highly restricted area, and trespassing was a grave offense that absolutely had to be stopped. But Zheng Jun was a Squad Commander, a figure akin to a Deputy General within the army. For a general to enter the camp—even if he wasn’t their direct superior—seemed perfectly fine since he was still a Great Zhou officer. Furthermore, their own general’s resounding howl moments ago clearly indicated his acceptance of the challenge. Coupled with the fierce, icy aura radiating from Zheng Jun’s body, the guards simply lacked the courage to step forward.

In the end, they could only watch helplessly as he strode into the compound.

Along the way, many armored soldiers had already emerged from their tents. Upon seeing Zheng Jun, they subconsciously parted to make way. Like stalks of wheat swaying before a strong wind, they formed a clear path, allowing him to pass through unimpeded.

After all, the previous battle had taken place at night, preventing some from getting a clear look at Zheng Jun’s expression. Now, in broad daylight, the soldiers could see him perfectly—just as Zheng Jun could clearly see everyone around him.

There were at least three to five hundred men gathered in the vicinity. All of them were clad in sturdy armor, with some soldiers even gripping powerful bows. It appeared they had just been in the middle of archery training.

Amidst this crowd, Zheng Jun casually arrived at the center of the training grounds. Han Hu was already waiting for him on the field.

His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He glared at Zheng Jun with a look of hysterical hatred. He had switched his weapon to an all-black staff. It was exquisitely crafted and clearly of extraordinary value.

Zheng Jun gave a faint nod of acknowledgment.

"Zheng Jun, prepare to die!" Han Hu roared furiously.

BOOM!

An explosive sound rent the air. Before the echo could even fade, he had already closed the distance. He was moving far faster than the speed of sound!

Han Hu’s furious roar still hung in the air as his abruptly manifested True Gang exploded outward, crashing in all directions like stormy waves. Faintly, it carried the rumble of thunder!

Zheng Jun understood that this was the hallmark of Han Hu’s cultivated technique, the Spring Thunder Scripture.

Yet, facing this fierce assault, Zheng Jun remained completely relaxed. Unbothered, he simply glanced at Han Hu’s right leg, noticing a slight lack of coordination. A sudden realization dawned on him, and the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smirk. His Beirong Saber left its sheath!

A cold glint erupted from the scabbard, accompanied by an earth-shattering dragon’s roar!

The surrounding soldiers finally snapped back to their senses. They watched in awe as monstrous waves of water surged forth from the scabbard, piercing straight through the opposing Cyan-Green Gang Qi with a deafening howl.

This was Zheng Jun’s strike—the ultimate skill of the Vast Sea Sect, the Wave-Treading Blade Technique!

As the Wave-Treading Blade Intent was unsheathed, a phantom Flood Dragon let out a long roar. It directly shattered the howling gales and air currents conjured by Han Hu, triggering a terrifying explosion. The resulting gale violently swept up all the dust and morning mist across the entire training ground!

In an instant, the entire field seemed swallowed by a sandstorm, plunging into a murky, chaotic grey.

Standing at the very center of this localized sandstorm, Zheng Jun’s hair and clothes whipped wildly in the wind. A chilling, ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. In a heartbeat, his Beirong Saber unleashed three consecutive Slashes, erupting into a trio of ear-splitting CLANGs as it clashed against Han Hu’s weapon!