Top-Tier Perception Starts From Basic Fist Techniques-Chapter 119.1: The Barbarian Slaying Squad Rose to Fame; Nine Hundred Divine Strength Realm Martial Artists Slain! (I)
"Huu..."
Through the Wind Sense Intent, Lu Changsheng perceived You Shifei and the others wiping out a northern barbarian squad. A faint smile appeared on his face. "Good. Looks like it worked!"
As long as the distance wasn't too great, he could clearly perceive everything that was happening in the target area.
Just then, You Shifei and the others finally returned.
"Hahaha, that was truly satisfying."
"Exactly. With Brother Dao leading the way, we can just rush straight in and take them down. We go in fast and drop them before they can react!"
"When had things ever been this smooth? We no longer need to circle around the grasslands or worry about not finding opponents."
"We moved fast, killed cleanly, and left no trace behind. That felt incredible, and every bit of it was thanks to Brother Dao."
All four revealed faint smiles. After this, no one harbored any doubts about Dao Shi'er anymore. However, Lu Changsheng's expression turned serious as he said in a deep voice, "You guys did very well, but this alone is not enough. Or rather, it is not good enough.
"We do not even need the time of a single breath to wipe out a northern barbarian squad. Tie Yuan, the time you take to assemble your great spear can be shortened. There is no need to be so slow. And Tong Xuan, your fist technique can be more ruthless.
"Don't leave the enemy any chance to react. If all of you can tighten up these details and focus on killing efficiently, then we can cut the time by half and wipe out a squad. The shorter the fight, the fewer variables we'll have to deal with."
The group fell into thought. Indeed, since it was their first operation, they subconsciously wanted to show off their techniques. When they thought about it carefully, there was no need to do so at all.
Kill at the fastest possible speed, wipe out the enemy, and retreat immediately. By the time the other northern barbarian squads discovered their presence, they would be long gone. They'd be far safer if they couldn't be chased.
"Carrying the heads won't slow you down, right?" Lu Changsheng asked.
"Of course not."
In truth, carrying the heads was still somewhat troublesome. However, it was not an issue. Before every fight, the severed heads would be handed over to Lu Changsheng for safekeeping.
Otherwise, moving while carrying them risked leaving traces that could expose their route. Details determined success or failure, and Lu Changsheng naturally paid close attention to such details.
After resting briefly, the group set out once more. Lu Changsheng again activated the Wind Sense Intent. He noticed that the more frequently he employed it, the deeper his understanding of it became, resulting in the Intent improving at a faster rate.
As he moved, he calmly filtered through potential targets.
That squad is too weak. Only three Divine Strength martial artists. They're not worth it. This one is overly cautious. Their defenses are tight, and at the slightest disturbance, they will scatter. Not suitable for a clean sweep.
Hm? This one looks good, and they seem pretty confident. They must be confident in their own strength. There might be a powerhouse in the rankings among them.
Lu Changsheng selected a squad and said, "There is a northern barbarian squad with four Divine Strength martial artists seven li to the southeast. There is a strong possibility of a ranked expert among them."
Once we strike, we'll strike decisively and wipe them out in one burst," Lu Changsheng added, reminding them.
"I understand. All right, let's move!"
You Shifei and the others set off once again. This time, they were fully prepared.
Meanwhile, the targeted northern barbarian squad had Wei Hu who ranked ninety-third on the rankings. He was sitting on the ground while holding a large golden saber. He was the core of the squad. Wei Hu was extremely formidable, and his ranking was no coincidence. He had been fighting on the Northern Region Battlefield for a long time now, but he had almost never suffered a defeat.
The rankings could contain a hundred people, and it seemed like too many at a glance, but there were tens of thousands of martial artists, so it didn't amount to much. Many people had spent a long time on the Northern Region Battlefield without ever encountering a ranked martial artist.
Hence, Wei Hu's squad was actually very powerful. Against squads from the Da Yu Dynasty, they could guarantee victory and kill them all.
Wei Hu sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly resting with his eyes closed as his squadmates stood guard around the perimeter.
Lately, the Northern Region Battlefield has grown more chaotic. My squadmates are a bit lacking. Should I replace them? How about I form a new squad with martial artists at my level?
He weighed the pros and cons in his heart. With him as the core of the squad, he had the lion's share of the spoils. If he gathered squadmates of equal strength, he would no longer be able to do that. This idea was much safer, but it would also cost him a great deal of profit.
Just as he was still deliberating, a sense of foreboding surged through him. Huh?! Something's not right!
Wei Hu's heart lurched. He was about to move when an overwhelming Intent crashed down on him, pinning him in place. A powerful martial artist had already descended, and he swung his saber at Wei Hu.
At first, the saber was still far away, but in the blink of an eye, it was already before him. Moreover, if it had been an ordinary strike, Wei Hu would have been able to withstand it. However, the saber attack was not ordinary.
It even made Wei Hu feel as if he was being torn apart.
His eyes widened upon seeing the attacker. "The Lone Wanderer... You Shifei..."
He could hardly believe that the Lone Wanderer You Shifei, a martial artist ranked eighteenth, would form a squad with others. Moreover, his first move was a killing move that left him with no room to fight back.
Splurt.
Wei Hu's head fell to the ground, and darkness swallowed his vision at once. He was dead. You Shifei had killed him faster than in an instant.
"Hm? This one looks like a big catch. Wei Hu? He's ranked ninety-third," You Shifei remarked. "A real catch!"
Among the four opponents, Wei Hu was the only one slightly troublesome, but even then, he was cut down in a single strike. The rest were killed the moment they met their attackers.
"Move!"
The four of them withdrew swiftly, vanishing without a trace. When they regrouped with Lu Changsheng, there were four additional severed heads in their possession.
"Brother Dao, we killed Wei Hu this time. Just him alone is worth a thousand minor merits," You Shifei said with a smile.
Martial artists in the rankings were valuable. Those ranked from 51 to 100 were each worth a thousand minor merits, while those outside the rankings were worth only three hundred minor merits, or even less. The disparity was huge.
Of course, becoming a ranked martial artist was proof of the martial artist's strength. Killing a ranked martial artist was extremely difficult, but You Shifei and the others had already slain a ranked martial artist, even though this was just their second operation since their squad was formed. Things were smoothly for them.
"Not bad. Let's stop here for today. Nine heads in total are enough to exchange for a great deal of merit. Let's see how much we receive, and then we'll make the Martial Pavilion distribute it evenly to everyone. Let's go."
After speaking, Lu Changsheng led everyone back to Beiling City.
