Chapter 8

However, he still did not forget to test whether the new internal energy he had practiced would be effective in actual combat. He found a tree as thick as a bowl, drew his blade, channeled his internal energy into the blade, and struck at the trunk.

With a “crack,” the trunk broke in response. But David Harris’s wrist was also left tingling and numb from the shock.

Although the power wasn’t overwhelming, David Harris still felt that he was much more skillful than before. In the past, it would have taken at least four strikes with his saber to cut through such a tree.

David Harris understood that he had finally found his own method of cultivating internal energy.

After finishing his practice, David Harris had just returned to the tent when he heard the assembly horn.

In the ensuing fierce battle, David Harris used his internal energy to wield his blade, killing three Khitan soldiers. But he was struck in the thigh by an arrow and was carried off the battlefield by Charles Brooks.

Such a minor injury was nothing to David Harris now. With his internal energy circulating naturally, the pain had already lessened. When he deliberately focused on healing, the rapidly circulating energy had an incredible effect on regenerating flesh and promoting blood flow. In just two hours, the wound had closed and new flesh had grown.

When David Harris strode out of the tent with vigor, everyone’s eyes widened in astonishment once again.

After helping to treat most of the wounded, everyone was in utter awe of his medical skills. In fact, it was all thanks to his new method of circulating internal energy. Not only was it beneficial to himself, but it also had excellent effects in treating and saving others.

While healing others, he could also train his internal energy at the same time—it was truly killing two birds with one stone.

From then on, David Harris continued to cultivate his internal strength without interruption.

After fighting on the battlefield for so long, the saber techniques taught by Charles Brooks were becoming less and less practical.

Perhaps David Harris was a natural-born killer! Drawing on his battlefield experience and the techniques exchanged among his comrades, he actually created his own bizarre saber style.

The saber style consisted of nine moves, nine being the ultimate number. Anyone who had seen David Harris wield his blade felt deep down that this was someone you absolutely should not provoke lightly. Because it was so fierce and chilling, whenever he used it, murderous intent filled the air, and within a radius of several meters, no one was left alive. So everyone named David Harris’s saber style “Deadly Blade.”

A year passed quickly, and David Harris no longer knew how high his martial skills had become. In any case, he could no longer find an opponent among his friends during daily sparring. In fact, most of his comrades were no longer willing to spar with David Harris.

As one comrade put it, “Fighting David Harris is terrifying. When David Harris wants to spar with me, I start trembling just at the thought. Standing across from him, I don’t even dare to raise my blade.”

With no sparring partners left in the unit, David Harris sought out weaknesses in his saber style through real combat, constantly making improvements.

Occasionally, when he had time, David Harris would teach his teammates a few moves. For some reason, most people couldn’t learn the whole set, or their execution was completely off. David Harris never understood why. It wasn’t until later that he realized: to use his saber techniques, one must possess a powerful killing intent.

Although Charles Brooks was more than ten years older than David Harris and was himself a martial artist, he could no longer match David Harris. On the contrary, he learned quite a few life-saving moves from David Harris, which is how he managed to kill Hubi.

At some point, everyone stopped calling David Harris by his name. Once these prisoners truly submitted to someone, they became tightly united, forming an elite group.

Almost every prisoner who survived the battlefield possessed formidable strength. It was these people who formed what is now known as the “Wolf Army.”

David Harris’s title changed accordingly. Although he was still a young soldier, everyone respectfully called him “Boss.”

From then on, Boss’s treatment was different—he lived in a private tent, had special meals, and sometimes, even the general couldn’t easily command these desperadoes, but at a word from David Harris, they all behaved like obedient grandchildren.

Earlier this year, the Khitan “Tiger Guards,” five thousand elite cavalry, underestimated the Wolf Army. Under David Harris’s secret command, they were almost completely wiped out in a head-on clash, and the Wolf Army’s reputation soared. In subsequent battles, no army dared to attack the Wolf Army’s camp again. Even occasional sneak attacks were discovered by David Harris while on watch, and the Wolf Army’s camp became as solid as a fortress.

Today, David Harris once again stood at the camp gate. Every time he was on watch, David Harris used the opportunity to diligently practice his internal strength and sharpen his vigilance. Many times, it was this alertness that saved him from death.

David Harris’s unique training method did not arouse anyone’s envy, because no one ever imagined that a person could practice internal energy without sitting in meditation. So everyone just thought David Harris liked standing guard.

After five years of relentless practice, David Harris no longer knew what his internal energy had become. But under normal circumstances, even without consciously using his power, nothing within a hundred meters escaped David Harris’s notice.

Thinking that in just one more month he could leave the army and return home for revenge, David Harris couldn’t help but feel excited.

Looking back on his five years in the army, aside from mastering martial arts, refining his medical skills, and gaining a solid foundation in saber and archery, David Harris realized he had gained nothing else at all.