The previous scenes were much the same: barbarian soldiers attacking fiercely, while the defending soldiers of Great Chu used every possible method to kill the enemy.

This time, without his skilled archery, the arrows William Carter shot mostly missed, only managing to luckily hit a barbarian’s shoulder from above when the enemy climbed close to the wall.

In fact, he had aimed for the head.

But this was clearly not a big problem. After all, the situation on the battlefield changed in an instant, everyone’s attention was on the enemy, and the hit rate of arrows wasn’t that high to begin with. William Carter’s half-hearted shots didn’t really attract much attention.

In the blink of an eye, the barbarian soldiers charged up again.

But this time, the barbarian soldier in front of him wasn’t the same as before. It seemed that only the initial state of the whole illusion was fixed, and after that, there was a lot of randomness, because William Carter noticed that the actions of the soldiers around him differed each time, and these differences added up to make every battle different from the last.

Seeing the barbarian’s curved blade slashing toward him, William Carter hurried to parry.

This time, it felt obviously different from before!

The barbarian soldier in front of him seemed to move a bit slower, and William Carter could feel his mind becoming much clearer, able to calmly respond and spot flaws in the enemy’s movements to counterattack.

And in this kind of close-quarters melee, catching a single flaw could mean the difference between life and death.

“Pfft!”

The long blade in his hand pierced the barbarian soldier’s chest, and William Carter couldn’t help but feel delighted—victory was even easier than he’d imagined.

Sure enough, the Ren-grade blue talent was really useful!

However, before he could celebrate, the barbarian soldier who had been stabbed through the chest suddenly bared his teeth in a grimace and tackled him to the ground!

William Carter had thought the enemy was already dead and didn’t react in time. Once he was knocked down, it was almost impossible to break free, and he was immediately hacked to death by two more barbarians who rushed up.

……

“Damn it!

“I’m not convinced, let’s go again!”

William Carter once again chose the “licking blood from the blade’s edge” talent and restarted the trial.

Clearly, he had overestimated his own combat power and underestimated the ferocity of these barbarian soldiers.

In the previous scenario, after all, he was controlling Samuel Turner’s body, and with sword mastery, he could basically kill with a single strike. Even though those red-armored guards swarmed him, William Carter could still handle it calmly at first.

But this time, he was just an ordinary foot soldier, with no real sword skills. Even if he managed to stab the enemy, it wasn’t fatal. Even with the Ren-grade blue talent, a single careless moment could still get him killed.

So, he had to be steady, had to be cautious!

William Carter thought about it—he should have quickly pulled out his blade and retreated, never giving the enemy a chance to counterattack.

Besides, this was a battlefield; survival was the first priority. Sometimes, he couldn’t charge too far ahead. Once surrounded, he was done for. He had to make good use of the brothers around him and retreat when necessary.

That wasn’t cowardice—it was tactical maneuvering.

The illusion started again, and soon he was back in close combat on the city wall.

This time, William Carter got smarter. Relying on the “licking blood from the blade’s edge” effect, he fought the barbarians back and forth, but even so, he would still get ambushed from behind by a barbarian soldier if he made a single mistake, and then it was back to the start.

William Carter was frustrated—these barbarian soldiers had no sense of honor at all!

Many times, when he was fully focused on the barbarian in front of him, another would suddenly rush out from the side and cut him down.

Still, even though he kept dying, William Carter stuck with it and didn’t switch to another trial scenario.

Because this “warrior” trial was a bit like the action games he’d played before.

It was tough, but at least he could find ways to improve himself, and with every death, he could feel himself getting better.

And with each death, William Carter’s close combat skills kept improving.

……

Finally, after who knows how many battles,

William Carter finally started to handle things with ease.

There were still several close calls—sometimes he was just a hair’s breadth from sudden death—but he managed to hang on.

Of course, being able to retreat and let his brothers take the lead whenever things looked bad was also a key reason he survived.

After dying so many times, he naturally learned where the danger zones were, which direction the tough barbarians would appear from, and by deliberately avoiding these dangers and sticking behind his brothers, he managed to make it through.

William Carter didn’t know exactly how long the battle lasted, but it probably wasn’t too long—maybe about half an hour in his perception. The number of barbarians climbing the wall dwindled, and then the enemy retreated.

“I… passed?

“That easy?

“Weird, I died more than a dozen times, so why does it feel so easy…

“Maybe it’s because I’m comparing it to the previous scenario.”

Even William Carter felt it was a bit unreal. Compared to the previous “assassinate the king” scenario, this warrior trial was just way too easy, wasn’t it?