infodatos Chapter 7: Template Attribute Enhancement, Learn Gun Techniques!
Chapter 7: Template Attribute Enhancement, Learn Gun Techniques!
Wei Zhao's heart was pounding like crazy.
He could hear his own pulse pounding in his ears, one beat after another, making his temples throb.
Liu Jingshuang stood three steps away, the light of the oil lamp clearly illuminating the pink blush on her earlobes.
This woman, who kills without blinking an eye on the battlefield, is now looking away.
Wei Zhao opened his mouth, wanting to say something to ease the awkwardness that was about to solidify.
But I don't know how to bring it up.
He simply lowered his head and forcibly pulled his attention back to the panel in his mind that only he could see.
[Killing God Value Statistics]
[Host personally killed 1 enemy soldier. Gained Killing God Points: 1]
One.
Wei Zhao recalled the scene of rushing into the city gate during the day.
The sensation of that slash still lingered in my palm, and the feeling of warm blood splattered on my face hadn't faded yet.
He killed one person, just one.
[The host's soldiers have slain 493 enemy soldiers. Gained Killing Points: 49]
Four hundred and ninety-three.
This number surprised Wei Zhao.
Nearly five hundred lives were lost in exchange for forty-nine points—roughly a ten-to-one exchange rate.
The difference in reward between killing someone personally and having your subordinates kill them is tenfold.
The reason is very simple.
To be a true god of war, you must kill the god yourself.
[Current Killer Value: 50]
[Assignable attribute points: 5]
[Tip: After accumulating 100 Killing Points, your level will increase to level 2, at which point you will be able to unlock skills!]
The progress bar on the panel jumped from 0 to 50, exactly halfway.
If he can fight another battle of this scale, he will be able to unlock the skill.
Five attribute points.
Wei Zhao stared at the various values on the panel, his mind racing.
force?
It's only 10 now, even with 5 more points it would be 15, not even enough to beat a regular soldier.
Commander-in-Chief?
He's still learning the basics of military strategy, so adding him would be a waste.
intelligence?
I'm already 20, that's enough.
constitution.
His current physical fitness level is 15, which is at the average level.
I was exhausted from riding a horse all day, and I almost didn't recover after being shot by an arrow.
This body is too weak; the ailment that has been lingering for fifteen years cannot be cured overnight.
Physical constitution determines one's fate.
If you're dead, all other values, no matter how high, are zero.
With a thought, all five attribute points were poured into his physique.
[Physical fitness: 15→20 (Average person → Strong adult male)]
Change can happen in an instant.
A warm current of energy surged from the dantian and flowed along the meridians to the limbs.
It wasn't the violent impact of the initial binding of the God of Slaughter template, but a gentle and lingering infusion, like spring water melting ice, seeping into every inch of the skin.
Wei Zhao looked down at his hands.
My knuckles are thicker than yesterday, and I can feel the weight in my palm when I make a fist.
The arrow wound on his arm was still there, but the surrounding muscles were noticeably firmer, no longer the frail, loose kind they used to be.
A physical constitution of 20 points indicates a strong adult male.
In modern terms, this would be roughly equivalent to an average person who exercises regularly.
He may not be a fierce general, but at least he's no longer a medicine cabinet that could be blown over by a gust of wind.
enough.
It's enough for now, at least.
When the next war begins, if it is a direct confrontation with the Northern Rong, the Killing God Value will experience a surge!
In short, as long as he is alive now, he has unlimited potential to become stronger in the future!
He looked up and met Liu Jingshuang's gaze.
She kept looking at him.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
Liu Jingshuang looked away first.
She walked to the table and reached out to cover the flame of the oil lamp.
"Let's take a break."
His voice was hoarse, and he uttered only one word. Then the lights went out.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Only the faint glow of the last embers after the firewood had burned out and the sound of two people breathing remained in the stone house.
Wei Zhao heard the sound of fabric rubbing together.
Then came the sound of footsteps, very light, approaching him.
A hand landed on his shoulder.
Dry, warm, with thin calluses on the fingertips.
Those were hands that had held a knife for over a decade.
Wei Zhao reached out and grasped that hand in the darkness.
Liu Jingshuang's finger twitched slightly, but she didn't pull it back.
Her palms were burning hot.
……
That night, the north wind howled outside the stone house, making the makeshift wooden planks creak and groan.
In the darkness of the room, there were suppressed breathing, the soft sound of rough fingertips tracing skin, and the rustling sound of linen blankets being clenched.
Liu Jingshuang gritted her teeth and remained silent.
But the hand that gripped Wei Zhao's back was so strong it looked like she wanted to leave a fingerprint on his shoulder blade.
Wei Zhao noticed that she was trembling.
It's not cold.
He reached out and touched her face in the darkness.
Liu Jingshuang's hand slowly moved up his back and gripped the back of his head with great force, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood.
……
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The next morning.
Before dawn, a dim, gray light peeked in through the cracks in the wooden planks.
"Whoosh—"
A series of sharp, rapid whooshing sounds came from the courtyard, one after another, like someone whipping the air.
Wei Zhao opened his eyes.
There was nothing around me; the blankets were folded neatly, and even the wrinkles had been smoothed out.
If it weren't for the faint smell of rust and soap scum lingering on his pillow, he would have almost thought last night was a dream.
The sound of something cutting through the air rang out again in the courtyard.
He sat up, got dressed, and opened the door.
Liu Jingshuang was practicing shooting in the center of the courtyard.
A twelve-foot-long white waxwood spear danced in her hands, the cold light emanating from its tip drawing silver arcs in the morning mist.
Her movements were incredibly fast, her footwork as steady as if nailed to the ground, and each thrust of her spear carried a muffled whistling sound.
Wei Zhao leaned against the door frame and watched for a while.
He knew nothing about marksmanship, but he could see the characteristics of this style of marksmanship—fast, ruthless, and direct.
There wasn't a single unnecessary movement; every shot was aimed at vital points, his killing intent palpable.
Is this the marksmanship that made the Wei family army famous?
I saw her using a knife to kill enemies on the battlefield yesterday. It must have been because the battlefield was chaotic and the weapons were eventually lost.
Thinking of this, Wei Zhao felt a pang of heartache.
The once mighty Wei Kingdom had fallen so low that it had to rely on women as generals to fight on the battlefield.
If he had arrived any later, and the main force of the Northern Rong had not retreated, he would probably be seeing Liu Jingshuang's corpse today!
……
After Liu Jingshuang finished a set of spear techniques, she slammed the butt of her spear on the ground and stood still.
She turned her head and saw Wei Zhao at the door, her gaze pausing for a moment.
"Eat something when you wake up; soldiers can't march on an empty stomach."
Her tone was exactly the same as yesterday: cold, hard, and businesslike.
It was as if nothing had happened last night.
Wei Zhao understood.
Liu Jingshuang is a person who clearly distinguishes between daytime and nighttime.
If he were to show any ambiguous expression right now, he'd probably get hit with a gun.
He walked down the steps and headed straight for her.
Teach me.
Liu Jingshuang frowned.
"What will I teach you?"
"marksmanship."
Wei Zhao looked at the white waxwood staff in her hand: "I want to become stronger."