All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Zhang Cheng strode over to the alligator scissors that had just been knocked away, raised his foot and kicked it back to Yue Laosan's feet with a "clang".

Yue Laosan's small eyes widened: "Are you two done whispering?"

"That's right. I've asked my questions. Let's continue fighting."

Zhang Cheng, carrying his iron spear, walked back to the arena step by step: "But just fighting like this isn't fun. How about we add some stakes?"

"A prize? What kind of prize do you want?"

Zhang Cheng held up one finger.

"Next, I'll only make one move."

"I'll bet you—I'll bet you can defeat me in one move."

"If I win, and you are lucky enough to survive, you will be at my beck and call from now on, and you will not be able to go back on your word."

"If I fail to defeat you in one move, I will offer my neck for execution and let you do as you please."

The forest was deathly silent.

Yue Laosan paused for two seconds, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over:

"Have you gone mad?!"

We've just exchanged blows, at least ten or a hundred, and we still haven't decided who's the winner!

Now you actually dare to bet with me—bet on whether you can beat me in one move?!

He laughed more and more wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Zhang Cheng remained unmoved.

He simply watched Yue Laosan quietly, waiting for the other to finish laughing before slowly speaking:

"What, you don't dare? I know you're a coward."

If you don't dare to gamble, there's not much you can do.

"Then you should leave quickly on your own. I won't stop you, Master Zhang."

"What did you say?!"

Yue Laosan stood up abruptly, his small eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"Me, a coward?!"

He was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his beard was shaking.

But suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his eyes darted around, and he chuckled again.

"I get it! That 'leave on your own' phrase is your real purpose! You're just bluffing, trying to trick me into leaving on my own."

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and he smugly shook his head:

"What a pity! I'm incredibly bold; I won't be fooled by your petty tricks. I'll take the bet!"

"Okay." Zhang Cheng nodded, his smile unchanged. "You accept the bet, that's all."

He said no more. He simply took a deep breath and gripped the iron spear tightly with both hands.

Stepping.

Charge forward!

As he drew his gun, Zhang Cheng let out a strange roar.

Hearing the roar from afar, Mu Wanqing felt her blood and qi surge suddenly, as if inexhaustible strength was flowing from her limbs and bones, and even her breathing became much smoother.

On the other side, Yue Laosan's expression changed drastically the moment he heard the roar.

Because he saw that Zhang Cheng's speed had increased.

It's at least 30% faster than when we last fought!

The several meters between the two were bridged in the blink of an eye.

The iron spear tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, and stabbed straight at Yue Laosan's throat.

It was too late for Yue Laosan to dodge now.

In his haste, he could only cut a horizontal line across the crocodile's mouth and hold it in front of him.

"clang--!"

The spear tip struck the scissors squarely. Sparks flew!

A tremendous force came from the gun, and Yue Laosan felt his arms tremble violently, his tiger's mouth split open, and the alligator scissors almost slipped from his hands.

But in the end, it was blocked.

Just then, a strange power erupted from the tip of Zhang Cheng's spear. The iron spear, made of ordinary iron, actually pierced through the scissors made of refined iron and slammed into Yue Laosan's chest.

"Pfft—!" Yue Laosan was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and his whole body flew backward, breaking a tree trunk as thick as a bowl before he slumped to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but vomited a mouthful of blood and could no longer move.

Zhang Cheng holstered his gun and stood up, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.

Only he himself knew what had just happened.

The system's criteria for determining "friend or foe" are stricter than you can imagine.

Like Mu Wanqing, who was only slightly hostile in the inn, she was identified as an enemy by [Junwei] and suppressed.

Similarly, only those who can be entrusted with one's back on the battlefield and trusted wholeheartedly will be regarded as comrades-in-arms.

Therefore, Zhang Cheng was not surprised when Mu Wanqing mentioned that she was affected by the "military might" and unable to move when she returned.

Although the conflict between the two has passed and they are now temporarily acting as partners, they still harbor their own thoughts and are wary of each other.

It's unrealistic to expect a young girl to open her heart to you.

But for some reason, this girl was identified as an "ally" by the system at a crucial moment.

Once Zhang Cheng has "friendly forces" by his side, the number of abilities he can use immediately increases.

Just as he stepped forward, [Battle Formation Intuition] and [Cooperative Combat] had already quietly taken effect, along with his once-a-day ultimate skill, [Inspiring Battle Cry].

In his panic, Yue Laosan chose the worst possible response – a horizontal scissor block.

This was exactly what Zhang Cheng wanted.

Just as the iron spear and the alligator scissors were about to collide, Zhang Cheng unleashed his final trump card: [Precision Strike].

This ability allows Zhang Cheng to "accumulate power" and expend extra stamina to launch a fatal attack that "ignores part of the target's defensive capabilities."

The process of building up momentum had already been quietly completed during their conversation.

Zhang Cheng walked up to Yue Laosan, looked down at the infamous Crocodile God of the South China Sea, and spoke in a relaxed tone:

"How about that, second brother? One move. I mean what I say."

Yue Laosan lay on the ground, his small eyes filled with disbelief.

He tried to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, another mouthful of blood gushed out.

Zhang Cheng squatted down and patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't get agitated. I held back at the last moment. You'll just break a few ribs, you won't die."

[Lv1 Ranger 23%→43%]

Zhang Cheng looked at the 20% progress he had achieved and was not entirely satisfied.

Although his path to becoming a "hero" was much faster than when he was a "soldier,"

But people are always greedy.

Especially considering that he had gained fifteen progress points simply by talking to Mu Wanqing about her background,

After a long and arduous struggle with Yue Laosan, Zhang Cheng only managed to score twenty points, which he felt was somewhat lacking.

There must be some kind of pattern here...

Back then, the progress of playing a soldier depended on the strength of the enemy and the intensity of the war. Now, what does the progress of playing a hero depend on?

How much influence do acts of chivalry have on the world?

------Currently available information:

Weapon Proficiency (Private): Masters the basic usage of all military weapons and can turn a selected weapon into "armory memory," specializing in it and never becoming rusty.

Battle Intuition (Private): When in one's own formation, it is easier to spot enemy weaknesses and one has a stronger ability to block and parry attacks from the front.

Cooperative Combat (Elite Troops): When you fight alongside your comrades, you can support each other with neighboring friendly forces and jointly improve your basic attributes.

War Cry Inspire (Elite): Once per day, unleashes a powerful, morale-boosting roar. Dispels fear and hesitation effects from all nearby friendly units and grants them increased morale, strength, and speed for thirty breaths.