After Transmigration, I Traded a Coin for a Peerless Wife and Conquered the Chaotic World - Chapter 35:

Chapter 35: Final Battle!

After all, these 800 death row convicts could only hold out for a short while—it was like a cup of water trying to douse a blazing cart. If reinforcements didn’t arrive soon, the tragedy of a fallen city and ruined families would be inevitable.

Pan Feng sighed and said, “Soon. Today is already the eighth day. Within three days, the General of the North will definitely arrive.”

Even as he said this, Pan Feng felt uncertain in his heart. He feared that by the time the reinforcements came, all that would be left was a dead city and a battlefield full of corpses.

“Lin Feng, you’ve been working too hard these past few days. Go get some rest. The Blood Wolf Army hasn’t attacked yet—they’re definitely storing up strength for a final push to take Yan Pass. A fierce battle is coming.”

Lin Feng cupped his hands and got up to leave. But just then, he heard Pan Feng coughing behind him, a sound that tugged at his heart.

Back under the city wall, Lin Feng immediately summoned the system. “System, do you still have any Great Rejuvenation Pills? Give me one, I’ll pay later if needed.”

He wasn’t asking for himself, but for General Pan Feng. As the head of the army, if Pan Feng fell, there would be no hope for Yan Pass.

[Host, please, do you think Great Rejuvenation Pills grow on roadside cabbage stalks? That’s an Earth Rank pill, extremely rare and precious. Even in a sect, such pills are priceless. You think you can just ask and get one? What do you take this system for?]

Hearing this, Lin Feng sighed. Indeed, high-quality pills and weapons were rare and treasured. Otherwise, a battle-hardened general like Pan Feng wouldn’t still be using the Dragon Chanting Blade, his only Earth Rank weapon after all these years. Even Lin Feng’s own Xuanhua Battle Axe was only Profound Rank.

But General Pan Feng had recognized his worth—whether he could cure Pan Feng’s injuries or not, Lin Feng had resolved to protect him during the next battle.

“System, how much Slaughter Point do I still owe you?”

[Host, stop treating the system like some shady merchant.]

“Aren’t you one?”

[Host, you earned 200,000 Slaughter Points in your last battle. Now you only owe 45,000. You’re close to paying it off.]

Yet, Lin Feng didn’t feel happy at all. Clearing the remaining balance wasn’t hard—but when the Blood Wolf Army returned in full force, would he or any of his brothers still be alive?

Just as Lin Feng was mired in worry, the system chimed in again.

[Host, don’t be discouraged. For slaying a 3rd-rank martial artist death row convict and bringing 800 prisoners back to the Yan Pass defenders, you’ve been rewarded. Your comprehension and physique have been upgraded.]

[Comprehension: Upgraded to Earth Rank (Can now quickly master high-level martial techniques).]

[Physique: Upgraded to Silver Viscera (Greatly enhances your endurance—unyielding in a hundred battles).]

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng’s lips curled up slightly. Finally, the system had done something humane.

In an instant, he felt his physique undergo a complete transformation. A strange power surged through his muscles, bones, and organs. He picked up a broken arrow from the ground and jabbed it at his arm—surprisingly, his arm directly snapped the arrow.

Given Lin Feng’s strength, far beyond ordinary men, it was clear just how sturdy his body had become now.

And thanks to his enhanced comprehension, the previously complex Heaven-Slaughter Blade Technique was now easy to understand.

“Overlord’s Slaughter,” “Mountain-Splitting Sea-Cleaving,” and “Bloodlit Dusk”—without even practicing, Lin Feng could feel their overwhelming power.

Right now, he was only a 4th-rank martial artist. But if he advanced further, even a peak-form Pan Feng wouldn’t be his match after three moves.

There was no time to practice. When the barbarians attacked again, he’d use them to test his blade.

That Thousand-Man Commander of the Blood Wolf Army who nearly forced him into a corner—next time, he would make him feel what it was like to be pushed into a dead end.

Just as Lin Feng was lost in thought, a dull horn blasted in the distance. The Blood Wolf Army was attacking again.

Lin Feng immediately stood up and looked into the distance at the densely packed enemy ranks.

The next moment, his mind was blown.

At the forefront rode a burly man in a white wolf pelt, with a face like carved stone, mounted atop a massive blood-colored wolf. This was the supreme commander of the Blood Wolf Army—a 7th-rank martial artist!

Standing nearly 3 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a physique like a mountain, the man radiated menace.

Lin Feng knew the Northern Barbarians were different from the people of the Great Zhou—they were savage and wild. But he didn’t expect the Blood Wolf commander to be this terrifying.

His icy blue eyes sent chills down everyone’s spines, and even the guards on the wall trembled from the killing intent he exuded with every move.

Pan Feng narrowed his eyes to slits and clenched his teeth hard. “Damn it, I’ve never fought a 7th-rank martial artist before! Let’s see what this one’s got!”

Lin Feng understood this battle was different—it would decide whether the city stood or fell.

Looking out over the defenders, the seasoned soldiers remained calm, having survived countless battles. But the recruited death row convicts were already pale with fear.

Lin Feng immediately leapt onto the wall and shouted, “Being afraid is useless! You think those Blood Wolf soldiers will spare you if you tremble in fear? You’ll just die faster!”

“If you’re real men, grip your weapons and fight like hell!”

“When your arrows are gone, use your blades. When your blades are broken, bite them to death if you have to!”

“With General Pan here, this city will not fall!”

His words stirred the crowd like a jolt of adrenaline. Yes, what was the point of fear?

If they didn’t fight with the resolve to die, they’d be the first to fall.

In an instant, everyone tensed up, bows drawn to the full. Rolling stones, wooden stakes, fire oil, and molten gold were all prepped and ready.

Just then, Deputy General Xu Chong walked over.

Lin Feng glanced at him and smiled, “Deputy General Xu, aren’t you supposed to be coordinating from the rear? What are you doing up front?”

Xu Chong laughed heartily, full of boldness. “This is a battle of life and death. Everyone’s fighting with their lives—what’s the point of standing behind? If I die, I want it to be at General Pan’s side. To die with my brothers in arms—that’s a death worth having!”

Lin Feng hadn’t expected the normally bookish Deputy General Xu to have such spirit.

The two clasped hands, and Lin Feng grinned, “Deputy General Xu is right. That’s the spirit!”

At that moment, General Pan Feng bellowed, “Release the arrows!”