Endless Winter: My Camp Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 515 Failure and Success, The Death of Yang Jian
call out…………

Xia Chuan has always had a clear understanding of himself.

He only broke through to the Manifest Yang level in October two years ago. Although he has the Jade Bone aptitude, he is still only at the early stage of cultivation. In the past two years, including various other improvements, his basic strength has reached 9 jun.

With his early stage cultivation level of Xianyang and a strength of 9 jun, including his sacred runes and martial arts, the highest strength he can personally unleash is over 15 jun.

Why mention an individual? Because he has one major asset: the legacy of the Wooden Puppet, which is this giant sword puppet forged using a large amount of silver and precious materials.

The art of puppetry emphasizes using the small to control the large, employing one's limited strength in conjunction with mechanisms to drive the puppet and thus unleash greater power.

With the research and development of puppetry over the years, coupled with a more comprehensive understanding of the inheritance of wooden puppetry, Xia Chuan has gained a deeper understanding of his own puppetry secrets.

The conductivity of the transparent threads allows him to drive a weight up to twice his own strength. In other words, no matter what material the puppet is made of or what forging method it is made of, the final weight can only be controlled to be around 24 jin (a unit of weight).

Even without any added force, the slightest movement of a 24-pound object is quite astonishing. Not to mention, the knife puppet controlled by the silk threads is extremely agile and sharp.

The inertia caused by the weight of the puppet itself allows his strength to be amplified beyond its limits, and the degree of this amplification increases continuously with his proficiency in puppet control.

It has been fourteen years since I accidentally obtained the Wooden Golem's legacy at the Rogue Encampment.

Xia Chuan knew very well that in terms of talent, he was no match for his older brother.

Therefore, the inheritance of the Wooden Puppet Demon is probably the only way for him to get closer to his elder brother, so how could he not value it?
The 65% increase in power is the result of his fourteen years of tireless and diligent practice of puppet manipulation techniques!
Therefore, his current maximum strength is 25 jun.

However, on the other hand, a strength of 25 jun is far from enough to influence the current battlefield. Putting everything else aside, Yang Jian's strength alone is a notch above his. If we take into account the Blood Escape Technique, in a one-on-one fight, he would most likely be no match for Yang Jian.

Moreover, the strongest person in Beishuo right now may no longer be Yang Jian. In Chencang, Yang Zun, the eldest of the Yang family, has very likely returned. According to the Four Domains Heavenly Ranking, Yang Zun, the Southern Wilderness Spear Demon, already had a strength of 41 jun several years ago, and his strength will only be stronger now.

Because of this clear self-awareness, Xia Chuan is well aware that his greatest reliance in this great battle is the Xia Army.

To be precise, it was 5,000 Cloud Dragon Army soldiers, 1,000 Dragon Guards, and the first and second battalions, totaling 10,000 men, which was all the elite troops of the Great Xia.

From the very beginning of the battle, he had been positioned in the middle of the army formation, using the sword puppet to entangle Yang Jian and prevent him from having too much impact on his own soldiers, while also using the sword puppet's large size to provide assistance to his own soldiers.

As it turned out, his approach was absolutely correct.

Yang Jian was entangled, and the Xia army's elite troops pressed forward relentlessly, overwhelming the 25,000 Beishuo defenders of Baimu City with their absolute strength. Combined with the 10,000 troops brought by Lu Yang, the Beishuo's crushing defeat was already a foregone conclusion.

The remaining few thousand elite Beishuo troops have been completely blocked off, and the 15,000 Beishuo garrison troops on the outer perimeter are also trapped outside the city gates. Only because the battlefield is too large, some lucky and clever ones were able to escape from the edges and corners, but the vast majority of Beishuo soldiers have no way out but death.

In the southern foothills of Mo'ao, the largest battle in history was fought, and the Xia army achieved an absolute victory with overwhelming force. Riding on this great victory, he was excited and his emotions inevitably swelled.

He seemed to already see the grand scene of all the towns in the southern foothills bowing down to him after his elder brother Xia Hong returned. Under the influence of his emotions, he inevitably began to act rashly while controlling the sword puppet.

The Northern Shuo army did have some discipline. After the brothers Yang Jian and Yang Fa shouted for a retreat, almost all the soldiers, including Xianyang, turned and rushed south, towards the city gate of Baimu City.

Without the obstruction of the Xianyang-level, the Crimson Silver Blade Puppet became the most terrifying presence on the field. Each downward slash could take the lives of five or six Northern Shuo soldiers. Since it was a pursuit, Xia Chuan even felt that this killing efficiency was too slow. As the Grand Xia Minister, military merits were naturally meaningless to him. Victory or defeat on the battlefield was his greatest achievement.

Therefore, instead of controlling the sword puppet to kill the enemy, he lifted the sword puppet high into the air and continuously blocked the retreating and fleeing Beishuo soldiers, dividing them into small battlefields for the Xia army that followed to deal with.

He was so engrossed in this atmosphere of rampage that he carved out more than a dozen small battlefields along the way, even chasing them all the way to the very center of the Northern Shuo rebels.

Just as he reached the very center and raised his sword puppet again in an attempt to separate the battlefield, an ordinary Northern Shuo soldier dressed in fine silver armor and wielding a long spear approached him.

Armor forged in a hundred layers of silver—that's the strength of the Northern Shuo army soldiers, but only nine-mane...

Rather than saying that the soldier approached voluntarily, it would be more accurate to say that he was caught up by the sword puppet. Xia Chuan saw through the opponent's strength at a glance and didn't care at all. With a slight flick of his little finger, the sword puppet's left arm immediately tilted and swung its sword fiercely in the direction the soldier was approaching.

It was this swing of the sword that made Xia Chuan's heart clench, and a flash of fear suddenly appeared in his pupils.

Why is that?

The soldier, instead of instinctively dodging the puppet's left arm, raised his black spear, suddenly lifted his head, and soared into the air, charging straight at the soldier's face.

Royal air?

This is no ordinary soldier from Beishuo; he is clearly a genuine Xianyang-level warrior!

Someone is hiding in the Northern Shuo army, trying to kill me.

call out…………

A crimson spearhead swept across the sky, stretching for over a hundred meters. Fear suddenly appeared in Xia Chuan's pupils. He then yanked the silk threads with both hands, and the crimson-silver sword puppet that had been charging forward immediately turned and rushed towards his body.

However, the speed of that blood-red spearhead was too fast.

It was terrifyingly fast, earth-shatteringly fast...

The deafening roar of the battlefield seemed to freeze completely in that instant, leaving only that crimson spearhead in the world.

It seems that way, but not entirely...

As the crimson spearhead rose, a powerful black beam of light also appeared outside the north gate of Whitewood City.

call!
Interestingly, the black staff light and the blood-red spear tip rose up on the battlefield almost simultaneously, without any sequence of events.

"Sicheng!"

"The third child..."

The stronger a person is, the faster their perception and reaction will be.

On the Great Xia side, besides the six generals including Liu Yuan and Yue Feng, there was also Xu Ning, the battle flag bearer. The seven Xianyang-level warriors immediately focused their attention on the blood-red spearhead. Realizing that the Northern Shuo army had a killing move against Si Cheng, the seven men were filled with horror and quickly moved towards Xia Chuan with cries of alarm.

On the Beishuo side, the town leader Yang Fa and the other five Xianyang-level soldiers also realized that the Xia army had hidden a killing move against Yang Jian. Their faces were also full of horror, and they cried out and moved closer to Yang Jian.

Regardless of what others thought, at this moment, Yang Jian's face was full of fear. He had already realized that he was in danger when he heard his second brother Yang Fa's loud warning.

The reason was that the ordinary soldier from the Xia army who was very close to Gu Tianxiong did not make any move to avoid him when facing his spear.

Instead of dodging, the soldier even raised the gleaming black iron rod, about ten feet long, and brought it down on his head.

This was no ordinary soldier...

"They actually had the same idea, they wanted to kill someone in front of me..."

As this thought arose in his mind, Yang Jian suddenly heard the voice of that Xia soldier. Hearing the extremely familiar yet slightly contemptuous tone, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the fear on his face instantly turned into deep horror.

"Xia Hong is here!"

boom…………

He gritted his teeth, and suddenly a cloud of blood mist burst from his body.

"I've been waiting here for so long, I can't let you get away now!"

Xia Hong was mixed in with Lu Yang's army, so he was facing north at this moment. He suddenly leaped up to attack Yang Jian, and he could just see the blood-red spearhead aimed at Xia Chuan two or three hundred meters away.

The timing was just so coincidental!

Whoosh... Xia Hong's left eye suddenly shot out a beam of light, and the black dragon staff in his hand did not slow down at all, directly piercing through the blood mist.

The blade pierced through the skin, then the flesh and bones, a clear sensation emanating from his palm. Knowing he had succeeded, Xia Hong's face remained calm.

He had meticulously infiltrated Lu Yang's army for this very purpose; it would be a terrible mistake to let Yang Jian escape again.

On the other hand, while Xia Hong was succeeding...

Xia Chuan, facing an ultimate deadly situation, is also struggling to survive.

Although he reacted extremely quickly by pulling the silk threads to pull the knife puppet closer to him, the speed of the blood-red spearhead still far exceeded his expectations.

The advantage lay in the size of the sword puppet; just as the spearhead arrived, the puppet's head blocked Xia Chuan's path.

To be precise, he stood right between Xia Chuan and that blood-red spearhead.

call out…………

"No less than 50 jin (a unit of weight), this person's strength is at least twice that of mine!"

The airflow from the spearhead sliced ​​through his cheek, instantly making Xia Chuan realize the strength of his attacker. His pupils widened in shock, and his palms flew rapidly.

The Crimson Silver Knife Puppet is in human form, with a head and four limbs, but unlike a normal person, it has no facial features, only a dark, round hole resembling a giant mouth.

Xia Chuan's sword puppet has been reforged many times, but some of the most basic designs are still based on the original version. Back in the first martial arts tournament of the Great Xia Dynasty, when he first fought Yuwen Tao, the sword puppet already had this hole in its face.

However, he never used it, so almost no one knew what was hidden in the hole in the knife puppet's face.

call…………

The crimson spearhead finally arrived.

In the instant they arrived, Xia Chuan suddenly pulled back with both hands, and a large, jet-black sword suddenly emerged from the black hole in the puppet's face.

The knife puppet was five zhang long, with its head accounting for one-fifth of its body and having a diameter of about three meters. The black hole occupied half of the head and had a diameter of about one and a half meters.

That black knife was an exaggeration.

When it first emerged from the black hole, it was about the same size as an ordinary broadsword, just over a meter long and seven or eight centimeters wide.

However, it was surrounded by a large amount of black mist, which extended out and quickly spread and grew larger, instantly turning into a terrifying black giant blade that was more than ten feet long and about ten feet wide.

Clang...

With such a large black blade, what can't it stop?

The crimson spearhead was, without a doubt, blocked by the black blade.

The swords and spears clashed in mid-air, producing a deafening roar. A powerful shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact.

Buzz………………

Within a radius of over a hundred meters, all the soldiers in the surrounding area were instantly blasted away. The dozen or so soldiers closest to the point of engagement, whether from Da Xia or Bei Shuo, had their armor shattered and were spitting blood as they flew backward. A few of the unluckiest ones even died outright.

"Those who block my way, die!"

The Northern Shuo soldier who attacked Xia Chuan suddenly looked up, revealing a middle-aged face that bore a striking resemblance to Yang Jian, though he was younger and had a more arrogant and confident look in his eyes.

With a furious roar, he suddenly exerted force with both hands, pressing down on the black blade. The spear actually sliced ​​past the blade and headed towards Xia Chuan's brow once more.

"Yang Zun is back from Chencang!"

call out…………

After the thought flashed through Xia Chuan's mind, his pupils were filled with fear. But then he suddenly realized something, and the fear in his pupils vanished instantly, leaving only ecstasy and excitement.

It was a beam of intense light, a beam of light moving at an extremely fast speed.

The intense light pierced through the air and arrived behind Yang Zun in an instant.

Yang Zun, who had been charging forward without hesitation, clearly noticed it as well. His pupils twitched suddenly, and his black spear, which had been moving with unwavering force, abruptly retreated. He used the momentum to flip his body and dodge, narrowly avoiding the intense light.

Clang...

The bright light finally shone on two Northern Shuo soldiers in the distance.

The two soldiers were struck by the bright light. Before they could even cry out, their faces had barely shown fear when their bodies cracked and turned into fragments on the ground.

"The third one!"

Failed……

The thought of the failed assassination attempt flashed through Yang Zun's mind, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly. But before he could fully recover, a scream came from behind, making his body tremble violently.

That was the voice of my second brother, Yang Fa.

Third brother, what happened to the third brother...?

Yang Zun turned his head to look behind him, and when he saw the scene below Bai Mu City, his eyes widened in fury, his pupils filled with rage and madness.

His third brother, Yang Jian, was being carried on a long stick by a Xia soldier.

The long staff pierced through the head of the third brother, Yang Jian, leaving him suspended in mid-air. Yang Jian's pupils were lifeless, and he was clearly dead.

His assassination attempt on Xia Chuan failed, while Da Xia's assassination attempt on his third brother succeeded!

"what…………"

Yang Zun roared, his pupils widened, and his fists clenched until they bled.

He made no attempt to conceal his true strength, unleashing his full power at the peak of the Xianyang realm. The temperature within a radius of several miles suddenly rose, and his originally black spear was suddenly enveloped in a layer of bloody light. His body vanished abruptly, and he charged straight towards his third brother, Yang Jian—or more accurately, the soldier carrying Yang Jian's corpse.

Why are the three Yang brothers most similar to the eldest?
Because Yang Jian and Yang Zun were born of the same mother, while the second brother Yang Fa was born to their father with another woman, although the three brothers were harmonious, to be honest, whether in terms of blood ties or the closeness of their relationship, Yang Zun and the third brother Yang Jian were undoubtedly closer.

According to the established order of seniority among the nine towns of the southern foothills, he went to Chencang. Logically, the second son, Yang Fa, should have taken over the leadership of Beishuo in his place. However, it was the third son, Yang Jian, who did so. This speaks volumes.

"You killed my third brother! You killed my third brother! I'll take your life! I'll take your life!"

Although he had been based in Chencang for many years, Yang Zun had a deep affection for his younger brother. He knew very well that his third brother, Yang Jian, was no less talented than himself and had always wanted to develop in Chencang. However, in order for his elder brother to be able to cultivate in peace, he obediently stayed in the southern region and took charge of Beishuo in his place.

For many years, he had always felt indebted to his third brother, Yang Jian.

Upon returning to Beishuo, he was filled with excitement, envisioning the unification of the Southern Mountains and the appointment of his third brother as the uncrowned king of the entire region. This would be a way of compensating his brother for his years of hard work and achievements. But who could have imagined that Yang Jian would die so unexpectedly before his very eyes...

Looking at his third brother's corpse, Yang Zun's pupils turned bloodshot, and he completely went mad.

(End of this chapter)