King of Nine Skies-Chapter 194 - :Battle drum

The soldiers in the army gradually gathered in the parade ground, lined up in perfect order without the slightest disorder. The entire parade ground was filled with only the rustling of their footsteps and the swaying sounds of their armor.

Lin Feng turned his gaze towards the sergeant in the drill ground and felt a slight shiver in his heart.

One could see that the soldiers were arranged in three large camps, forming three huge square formations without any inclination. The sunlight fell upon the three-colored armors, refracting dazzling light that pierced the eyes.

Third-Class Military Sergeant, Bronze Armor Soldier, Silver Armor Soldier, Gold Armor Soldier.

The soldiers in golden armor were placed at the front, while those in bronze armor were lined up at the rear. The hierarchy was clearly visible at a glance.

The general's armor that Duan Tianlang wore was black as coal, captivating the eye and exuding an imposing and cold-blooded air, making one feel intimidated upon seeing it.

"Crash, crash, crash!"

Footsteps kept coming one after another. One could see a row of bronze-armored soldiers carrying a war drum in their hands, approaching the front of the soldiers. This war drum was as tall as a person and very heavy, requiring four bronze-armored soldiers to lift it.

"Boom."

A heavy sound rang out. The bronze-armored soldiers raised the war drums and placed them in front and behind the troops. Then, more bronze-armored soldiers kept bringing out the war drums and placing them on the ground, causing a continuous rumbling sound that even made the earth tremble slightly.

Five rows, each row having nine drums hung on the walls, arranged from front to back, just like five rows of straight lines. On each straight line, there are nine drums.

"What for?"

Lin Feng's gaze tightened slightly. He had no idea why these bronze-armored soldiers were carrying out the war drums. However, many others were quite calm, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Their eyes even shone with excitement, eager to take part.

"Today, it's rare to have two prestigious academies and other young talents come here to join the battle. The war drums shall be beaten by you all. Besides, I have another piece of news to announce. For this expedition, Lord Tianlang will be the chief commander, and my sister, Duan Xinye, will serve as the deputy commander. She has also come today and will accompany everyone to the battlefield. Today, the more war drums beaten by the talents, the more responsibility they will have for protecting Xinye."

Duan Wuyi said indifferently, and then, from behind the curtain of the central tent, emerged a beautiful figure. Even though she was wearing armor, her face was still not concealed. It was Princess Duan Xinye.

Everyone's gaze all focused in one place. Princess Duan Xinye as the deputy commander? Why is that?

However, regardless of the reason, those young talents all seemed to be filled with excitement in their eyes. Whoever could beat the drum the most times would be able to become the personal guard of the princess. Such an opportunity to get close was truly rare.

Lin Feng's eyes flickered uncertainly. Was Duan Tianlao the commander-in-chief?

Lin Feng now doesn't understand how the relationship between Duan Wuyi and Duan Tianlao is. Besides, why did he appoint Duan Xinye as the deputy commander?

"Which five people will come first?"

Duan Tianlang gave a shout. Immediately, someone's figure flashed and directly reached in front of the war drum, saying, "I'm willing to go first."

In just a moment, before the five rows of drums were set up, all the soldiers had already taken their positions.

The bodies of the five people moved simultaneously. A powerful aura radiated from them, extremely cold and fierce.

"Boom!"

With a single fist punch, he struck the war drum. The war drum reverberated loudly, yet it remained immovable. Even a hint of rebound was felt, causing him to take a slight step back and let out a low groan.

Suddenly, this person's face turned extremely ugly and flushed to an intense red. He lowered his head and quietly returned to his seat. He actually didn't even sound the alarm of the drum.

The second person's eyes darkened slightly, adding a touch of solemnity. With a fierce and unrestrained fist, he slammed it out forcefully. Accompanied by a buzzing sound, the war drum burst into a cacophony. In that person's eyes, a hint of excitement appeared. Without any pause, he launched another punch. The second war drum exploded again, and the booming sound was inspiring.

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Raising the war drums is not merely about simply sounding the war drums; it's about making them burst. Only when the war drums burst and reverberate can they inspire the morale of the troops.

Raising the war drum, also known as calling out the troops, only soldiers with certain ranks are qualified to strike the drum. This is also the moment when the soldiers establish their authority. The more war drums are beaten by each soldier, the more they can inspire awe among the soldiers and gain their loyalty.

However, when the man struck the third war drum, he did not smash it. His face couldn't help but show a momentary look of despondency.

After that, the third person beat three war drums, the fourth person beat two war drums, and the fifth person only beat three war drums.

When they returned to their respective seats, immediately bronze-armored soldiers came out and replenished the war drums. They were still arranged in five rows, with nine war drums in each row.

Lin Feng's gaze flickered uncertainly, fixed on the war drum. He noticed that the drum beating seemed to follow certain patterns. Generally speaking, a cultivator at the level of Spirit Martial Realm Second Stage could beat two war drums, while one at the level of Spirit Martial Realm Third Stage could beat three war drums. Nine war drums seemed to correspond to the level of Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Stage.

Of course, this is not absolute either. For instance, just now, a person at the level of Lingwu Stage Three had only beaten two war drums. And that first person, at the level of Lingwu Stage One, didn't even beat a single war drum.

"Then, who else is there?"

Duan Wuyi gave the crowd a wry glance and said again.

"I'll go," said Yuan Shan, standing up beside Lin Feng and taking a step towards the war drum.

"Brother Yuan, I'll go with you." Duan Feng stepped forward and followed Yuan Shan.

In a moment, five men gathered before the war drum.

There was another series of war drums booming. Among the five, the one with the greatest strength was at the level of Lingwu Realm at the fourth stage. He beat the war drums on all four sides and then left with a smile.

Yuan Shan, with his third-tier strength in Lingwu Realm, struck the three war drums. And Duan Feng, with his second-tier cultivation in Lingwu Realm, astonishingly, he also struck the three war drums, which made many people look at him with new eyes.

The crowd changed many times, but not a single person could beat the five war drums.

Just at this moment, a figure stood up and addressed the crowd of Tianyi College: "I am the Butcher of the Holy Order. Anyone from Tianyi College who wishes to have a contest with me, please come forward."

"Meat-slaughterer!"

Lin Feng looked at the big man before him, his gaze slightly narrowing. Previously, the Butcher and he were both disciples of the Yunhai Sect. Now, however, he was standing on the side of the Snow Moon Holy Order.

The gazes of the people from Tianyi Academy and Xueyue Holy Order were all shining with sharpness. Xueyue Holy Order began to provoke.

"Are all the students at Tianyi College cowards?"

Seeing that there was no response from Tianyi College, the butcher couldn't help but snort with laughter.

"Those shameless rebels dare to speak out bravely."

Lin Feng said coldly, causing the butcher's gaze to narrow. Then his eyes fell upon Lin Feng.

"Victors thrive while losers perish. The weak are prey to the strong. This is the law of the martial arts. The King of the Wolf exterminated the Yunhai Sect. Since the Yunhai Sect was weakened, I naturally had to follow the trend. This is called being sensible and opportune, and acting in the best interest of the wise."

The butler snapped coldly, his gaze fixed on Lin Feng: "Lin Feng, if you are willing to join Snow Moon, and if I and the King of Tenglong plead for you, perhaps the King will be willing to take you in."

"Even a rebel can be so resolute in upholding justice." Lin Feng looked at the butcher with a cold tone, then his gaze shifted and landed on a person wearing a bronze mask: "You go."

"Alright." The man wearing the bronze mask nodded slightly, stepped forward, gave a cold glance to the butcher, and said, "I'll do it."

Having said that, his figure walked straight to the war drum.

The butcher's eyes drooped slightly. With a step, he too reached the front of the drum and said, "Who will go first?"

"Go first." The man in the bronze mask spoke indifferently. The butcher nodded slightly, his figure arching, and then he took a step forward.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion reverberated through the crowd's ears, and the first war drum was shattered into pieces right away.

The butcher's movements did not cease. His fierce fists were directed straight forward. The second and third war drums were instantly cracked apart by his force, and the explosive sounds reverberated.

"Drink."

The butcher finished his drink in one gulp, gave a loud roar, and his fist pounded out again. The fourth drumbeat shattered.

"Crack."

The butcher stomped his feet on the ground with great force and threw his fists out simultaneously. The fifth war drum, which no one could shake off, cracked again.

Then, the butcher seemed to still have some strength left. His feet moved slightly, and his body spun around. He collided with the sixth war drum head-on.

"Beep, beep!"

The war drums continued to reverberate, a space ripple emerged. The powerful counter-reaction force pushed the Butcher's body back by a hundred meters. However, that war drum had already developed cracks.

"Having reached the fifth stage of cultivation in Lingwu Realm, he was on the verge of beating the sixth war drum. He is truly a former prodigy of Yunhai Sect. Unfortunately, he is a traitor."

Lin Feng looked at the war drum that had a crack, murmured a word, but he didn't pay any attention. Now, at the fifth stage of the Lingwu Realm, in his eyes, nothing mattered. The Tyrant Blade would give the Butcher a profound lesson.