Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 252: Even Stomping Noobs Can Level You Up
Wu Chen tilted his head, sizing up the man who was threatening him. He saw that the man was of medium build, with a horn hanging at his waist. He had a loud voice but was not physically strong, and a bronze-iron composite helmet decorated with raven wings protected him, obscuring most of his face.

A familiar image—but different from a certain face in a TV series.

Seeing that Wu Chen remained unmoved, he pressed the sword against the old Night Watchman's neck with slightly more force.

"I'll say it again, put down your weapons!" His face was taut, his voice stern.

Wu Chen simply stared at him and asked his question.

"The King of the Frontier, Mance Rayder?"

"Since you know me, you should know that I always keep my word." The man tightened his grip on the sword.

“Interesting.” Wu Chen’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

He knew about the two timelines, the two completely different storylines. And in neither of them, there was the nonsensical development of the King Beyond the Wall capturing the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch at Caster Fortress—the barbarian invasion, the White Walkers' encirclement, the Night's Watch's mass exodus across the walls of the Forsaken—this kind of plot undoubtedly occurred later in the timeline. And Hera had previously stated that the magical resurgence in this world had only just begun, leaving the starting point.

He trusted Hera's judgment; the problem lay with the other side—there must be some reason for such a dramatic change, and this secret was clearly worth uncovering.

"I'll say it one last time, let go—" the blackmailer said for the third time.

And this is what is meant by "things shouldn't happen more than three times".

"What gave you this illusion?" Wu Chen asked.

The moment he opened his mouth, the floor beneath his feet cracked and splintered into wood chips.

Blood flow increases, and organs and muscles operate at full capacity.

A subtle sense of familiarity immediately surfaced in Wu Chen's eyes and in his heart.

That is the speed of the wind breaking through.

The martial arts technique he mastered first, the one he used most often, and the one he used the longest. Long ago, during his continuous journey, fragments of the corresponding technique had been flowing through his body, and now, the most crucial link had finally been completed.

This link is the most basic element when 'martial arts' are activated. That is, all known martial arts require the consumption of mental energy to operate.

Wu Chen has no soul, so he currently lacks spiritual power. Theoretically speaking, even if he exhausts all his efforts, what he can use is merely an extremely weakened version of all martial arts techniques—possessing only a fraction of their power and numerous limitations. It's like an engine without oil, which can only reproduce one-thousandth of its function when cranked by hand.

but……

—I've figured it out.

No special opportunity or insight was needed. Wu Chen's skills and strategies simply emerged naturally from the depths of his mind when he took action.

This could be described as overflowing water or abundant resources.

While martial arts techniques certainly require mental energy to activate, if a person's brain is sufficiently active, it is not impossible to simulate the function of mental energy!
Sufficient reserves have been accumulated.

It feels like the perfect time.

Wu Chen's eyes were tinged with blood red from the overheated state of his brain. And a gust of wind followed his footsteps.

"Makes you feel..."

A gust of wind swirled around his feet. His already swift movements, aided by his strong physique, accelerated even further!
“I will care…”

The martial arts skills have been mastered.

The wind flowed through Wu Chen's limbs and bones.

From this moment on, even without the assistance of the 'cell phone,' he had completely mastered this martial art. And he was able to do even more than before!
Before this, he had only ever used the technique of "Swift Wind Breaks Through" because this martial art, when perfected, only provided speed to the user.

But now, the wind, no longer confined to his feet, was under his control. —Gale.

The wind heeded Wu Chen's call.

It was manipulated to some extent by Wu Chen using his intellect and skill.

From this moment on, even without a soul, Wu Chen could be considered a mid-level warrior. Because at this moment, he finally possessed a unique warrior skill that belonged only to him.

—Perhaps I should change its name. A name that belongs only to me.

Thoughts shift.

An invisible gust of wind wrapped around Mance Red's wrist.

His intended intimidating strike was thwarted by the flowing, invisible wind. The next moment, Wu Chen's voice and sword touched his shoulder together.

"...This kind of trivial coercion?"

The blade flashed.

The arm of the king beyond the Great Wall was severed.

He wasn't killed because he was still useful, but that didn't stop Wu Chen from raising his foot and kicking him into the crowd.

The commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch fell to the ground.

Wu Chen did not intervene or attempt to help them up. He simply glanced at the wounded, half-dead, but mostly intact barbarian warriors, casting his gaze casually over them.

"Alright," Wu Chen said calmly. "Now, tell me, who exactly are you people, and what are you doing here?"

He saw the king of the borderlands with one arm missing and his eyes widened in shock.

"Wait, you don't know anything?" He clutched his shoulder, his voice filled with disbelief. "You...you're not one of those crows migrating north?"

Wu Chen turned his head to look at the Night Watch Commander-in-Chief, who was lying on the ground and struggling to stand up.

And in the eyes of that elderly man, there were also incomprehensible emotional shifts.

"Do you recognize me?" he asked.

The man swallowed.

He stared at Wu Chen, confusion surfacing deep in his eyes. He clearly couldn't find the place for Wu Chen's face in his memory, but when his gaze fell on the longsword Wu Chen was holding, he visibly felt a sense of relief.

“Your Night’s Watch black clothes fit you perfectly,” he said. “And… the steel sword you’re holding is one that only elite Rangers are allowed to carry.”

“So you don’t recognize me.” Wu Chen shrugged, then raised the sword in his hand. “As for this sword, its original owner is now a monster.”

The old man's face was slightly pale. A sense of sorrow welled up in his eyes.

"A dead monster."

A loud thud came from below.

With Wu Chen active on the upper levels and drawing fire, Hera, having lowered her profile, naturally and silently infiltrated the fortress—those armed forces who hadn't appeared on the second floor, clearly having other uses, were easily suppressed by her. And then…

"Now, it's your turn to answer my questions," Wu Chen said, gently tapping the table beside him.

"While I still have enough patience."

(End of this chapter)