Chapter 11: Retribution Is Inevitable

The setting sun hung low, and the early spring breeze carried a hint of chill. Zhao Ji gripped his sword sheath in both hands, performing sword exercises. He needed to adapt to the level three “Thornbreaker” enhancement.

The act of sword practice was about making the moves instinctive; strengthening the body was merely a basic effect.

Martial artists fought with their lives on the line, deciding victories within two or three moves.

But when unnecessary, who would willingly risk their life?

Moreover, with armor for protection, comrades covering one another, and interference or attacks from other enemies, battles often became deadlocked and cautious.

Therefore, during brotherly contests, though there was no outside interference, many fierce killing moves were forbidden, making victory a more complicated process.

If memory served, the max level “Thornbreaker” increased damage by 64%. After some study, Zhao Ji realized this boost wasn’t just about raw attack power; it also enhanced the speed of drawing the sword through inertia.

This increase was comprehensive, meaning the actual power surpassed 64%.

Even when fighting someone familiar, quicker reactions meant striking first, or even countering before the opponent could act, thereby seizing the initiative.

Powerful bursts of strength meant a decisive kill.

People did not have health bars.

There was no need to wear down an opponent’s vitality. If someone couldn’t be felled in three moves, they likely wouldn’t fall in twenty.

As long as the upcoming contest wasn’t a one-against-many or a fight against wily, battle-hardened veterans, Zhao Ji still held significant advantage.

Pondering his strengths and weaknesses, Zhao Ji wiped the blade clean and slid it back into its sheath.

Around him, a dozen or so watched his swordplay. Wei Xing pondered for a long moment before asking, “Aji, how confident are you?”

“I don’t know. I rarely fight, so I’m unsure of my true strength. For example, Brother Zi’ang—I feel I’m weaker than him, unless it’s a fight to the death.”

Zhao Ji hung up his sword, noticing Wei Xing rolling up his sleeves. Zhao Ji wanted to try again and wasn’t afraid of Wei Xing, so he drew his sword and tossed it to nearby Yang Ji.

Yang Ji caught the sword steadily. Seeing the dozen eyes on him, he straightened his chest secretly, his breath sounding stronger.

Wei Xing didn’t believe Zhao Ji’s explanation. Living in the mountains meant limited prey; even berries and herbs were scarce.

Mountain dwellers grazed animals, and without strong bonds, if someone could drive you off, they wouldn’t bother reasoning with you.

Without necessity, Wei Xing and his companions only hunted near the mountain’s foothills, never venturing deep to stir trouble.

Yet the mountain folk of Jishan dared to ambush scattered Hunnic cavalry entering their territory.

Zhao Ji, who mingled in Jishan, was rumored among rural youths as a blood-stained outlaw.

There were doubts and contempt originally, but after Ruì Dan was accidentally killed by a horse’s hoof, no one questioned his strength.

With such a powerful companion, everyone’s chances of survival and prosperity increased.

Zhao Ji tightened his sleeves, following Wei Xing as he moved toward an open space. “Brother Zi’ang wants to spar with fists and feet?”

“Just unarmed combat. Weapons risk accidental injury, which isn’t good for tomorrow’s competition,” Wei Xing replied.

Wei Xing assumed a fighting stance, squatting low with arms extended, staring at Zhao Ji.

News had drawn Hu Ban, Pei Xiu, and Guan Qiu Xing out, all crowding to watch.

They relaxed upon seeing it was unarmed combat.

Zhao Ji hesitated slightly, worried that if he defeated Wei Xing within three moves, Wei Xing might lose face.

Pei Xiu spoke, “Aji, you’ve been in Jishan long; outsiders don’t know your skills. Cherish this chance. Brother Zi’ang is a man of integrity—not someone who can’t accept defeat.”

Wei Xing added, “It’s better we settle this early to avoid trouble. It’s only unarmed combat. I’m best with horseback skills, archery, and cavalry charges—none of which you can match. Losing to you in fists and feet would be reasonable.”

“Then I’ll give it my all. Brother Zi’ang, please bear with me.”

Zhao Ji stepped forward with a swift jab. Wei Xing swung his right fist, aiming to parry, but as their hands and arms collided, Zhao Ji’s punch had already left Wei Xing’s chest.

Surprised, Wei Xing instinctively stepped back to create distance, then looked carefully at Zhao Ji. “Aji, your fists move fast.”

Fast fists meant fast swords.

Probing Zhao Ji’s true strength was not only Wei Xing’s personal interest but necessary for the team’s strategy.

Most enlisted Tiger Warriors knew each other, sharing a basic understanding of each other’s character, skills, and talents.

Zhao Ji, a notorious family rebel living on the margins, needed to be assessed accurately to prevent team misjudgment.

Ignoring Wei Xing’s praise, Zhao Ji rubbed the inner side of his right arm, still stinging from the collision.

He then studied Wei Xing carefully, as if appraising a skeleton.

In unarmed combat, joint techniques were the true marvels.

With his faster strikes, Zhao Ji could apply joint locks before Wei Xing reacted.

Zhao Ji had tested first; now it was Wei Xing’s turn.

He shouted, stepped forward, and swung a punch.

Wei Xing was the most robust, with a broad frame and long reach.

Zhao Ji struck the back of his left fist against Wei Xing’s wrist. Wei Xing then threw another punch, which Zhao Ji deflected with a right swing.

Almost simultaneously, Wei Xing planted his right foot, pushed off with his left leg, and rammed his left knee forward.

Zhao Ji blocked the knee with both fists.

Failing the knee strike, Wei Xing landed his left foot and swung both arms at Zhao Ji’s head.

Zhao Ji wanted to headbutt Wei Xing’s nose but feared drawing blood. Instead, he swung his right elbow forward, intending to strike then pull away.

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