Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

"Rhythm?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Cheng reacted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He brandished the hundred-refined steel knife in his hand with a whooshing sound, his face contorted with a ferocious grin.

"Imperial Advisor, you should be more worried about whether your own brain has any rhythm!"

"Look at the knife!"

With a roar, Zhao Cheng pushed off with his feet, his entire body like a tiger unleashed from its cage, rushing towards the Black Iron Warrior codenamed "001" with a suffocating gust of wind.

This strike was powerful and heavy, the pinnacle of his decades of battlefield experience, called "Splitting Mount Hua". It could cleave not only a person, but also an armored warhorse in two on the spot!

The onlookers covered their eyes in fright, as if they could already see a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

However, faced with this thunderous attack, "001" was like a puppet without power, neither dodging nor blocking, and didn't even raise its hand to parry.

He stood there stiffly, his red electronic eyes showing no reaction.

"clang--!!!"

A deafening clang of metal rang out, sending sparks flying three feet high.

Zhao Cheng felt a violent tremor in his tiger's mouth, and both hands instantly lost sensation. It was as if the hundred-refined steel knife had struck an iron mountain, and the blade broke open. The huge recoil force made him stagger back several steps.

Now look at that Black Iron Warrior.

The knife struck his shoulder armor, leaving only a faint white mark, without even chipping off a piece of the paint!

"This...this is impossible!"

Zhao Cheng stared wide-eyed at the chipped steel knife in his hand, his mind reeling. "What kind of sorcery is this? Is it some kind of indestructible body?!"

"General Zhao, is that all?"

Su Ming stood to the side, a handful of sunflower seeds appearing in his hand at some point. He cracked them open while commenting, "Haven't you eaten? Go for it! Are you tickling my soldier?"

"Ugh! I'm so angry!"

Zhao Cheng, his face flushed with humiliation, roared, threw away his broken sword, drew two short halberds from his waist, and charged forward like a madman, unleashing a barrage of attacks on "001".

"Jingle bells!"

The dense banging sounds were like a blacksmith's shop opening, with sparks flying everywhere.

However, no matter how Zhao Cheng attacked, the Black Iron Warrior stood firm like an insurmountable mountain.

Thirty breaths later.

Zhao Cheng was panting heavily, drenched in sweat, and could barely hold onto his twin halberds. Meanwhile, the Black Iron Warriors opposite him hadn't moved an inch.

"Finished?"

Su Ming clapped the sunflower seed shells off his hands and snapped his fingers at number "001".

"Come, show General Zhao what 'mechanical aesthetics' really means."

"Buzz—"

The previously dim red eyes of "001" suddenly lit up, and a low rumble of gears meshing came from its body.

He slowly released his grip.

"Clang!"

The heavy longsword, weighing over a hundred pounds, was casually tossed on the ground, creating a deep crater.

Zhao Cheng was taken aback: "You...you look down on me? You don't even use a knife?"

The next second, he regretted it.

Because he saw that "001" slowly raised his right fist, and the iron fist covered with a ferocious gauntlet was being pulled back slightly, like a fully drawn bow.

A suffocating sense of impending death instantly enveloped Zhao Cheng.

run!

Run!

This was the only thought in Zhao Cheng's mind.

But it was too late.

"boom!"

There were no fancy moves, just a simple straight punch.

But the speed of this punch was so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to catch it, and it even created a visible air burst cloud in the air!

Zhao Cheng felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if his chest had been violently struck by a charging rhinoceros.

"Click—"

The crisp sound of the sternum cracking could be clearly heard on the drill ground.

Zhao Cheng's burly body, weighing over 200 pounds, was like a kite with a broken string, and he was sent flying backward!

Ten meters! Twenty meters! Thirty meters!

"Bang!"

He slammed hard against a stone pillar at the edge of the training ground, then slid down like a lump of mud. His breastplate was shattered, his chest caved in, and he gushed blood, mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

The entire room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone gaped, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

One punch.

It really was just one punch!

General Zhao Cheng, who was known for his bravery in the Qin army, was beaten into this half-dead state.

Is this even human?

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Su Ming shook his head and walked over, squatted down in front of Zhao Cheng, who was still breathing, and stretched out two fingers to check his breath.

"Luckily, I'm tough; I'm not quite dead yet."

Su Ming stood up, cupped his hands in greeting to Ying Zheng on the command platform, and smiled:

"Your Majesty, I have not failed in my mission. It seems that the Black Iron Warrior's 'Ordinary Punch' is quite effective."

Ying Zheng was so excited that he stood up from his chair, gripping the railing tightly with both hands, his green eyes burning with a fervent flame that could start a prairie fire.

"Good! That was a fine ordinary punch!"

"With such a divine weapon, what need is there for the world to be unsettled? What need is there for the four seas to be in turmoil?"

"By imperial decree! Zhao Cheng has shown no respect for His Majesty and questioned national policies. Although he lost the contest, his crime is unforgivable! He is stripped of all his official positions and demoted to a commoner... no, he is thrown into the Imperial Household Department to be used as 'practice material' by the Imperial Preceptor!"

"Here you go!"

Two elite soldiers strode forward and dragged the unconscious Zhao Cheng away like a dead dog.

This time, no one dared to utter a single word of "no".

Even the most stubborn Confucian scholars kept their mouths shut at this moment, fearing that they would be the next ones to be dragged away as "materials".

And at the very front of the crowd.

Prime Minister Li Si stared intently at the Black Iron Warrior who was slowly retracting his fist, his body trembling slightly.

That's not fear.

Rather, it was an unprecedented, almost pathological, longing.

Looking at those tireless, painless, and infinitely powerful "monsters," the mad idea that had been suppressed in his mind for so long finally grew wildly like weeds and could no longer be contained.

"Is this... the power of immortality?"

Li Si muttered to himself, and a chilling glint suddenly flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

He is tired.

I'm so tired.

Dealing with mountains of memorials every day, exhausting himself for the operation of the Qin Dynasty, and constantly on guard against open and covert attacks in the court. This mortal body was already overburdened, with aching backs, dizziness, and blurred vision, and was constantly teetering on the brink of sudden death.

But now, a completely new path lies before him.

If... if I could have a body like that...

Does that mean I don't need to sleep anymore?

Does that mean you'll have endless energy to deal with all those never-ending official documents?

Could it be that I could... forever remain the Prime Minister of the Great Qin, assisting His Majesty until the end of time?

Li Si took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. He turned his head and looked intently at Su Ming, who was preparing to leave work, a strange smile appearing on his lips.

That smile held a hint of madness, a hint of determination, and a hint of... the ultimate obsession of corporate slaves with overtime work.