Cultivation Bug Fuyo

Churn the flames of war!

Of course this wasn't real magic but a little chemistry trick he learnt from the grand elder. The Lagann Kingdom was a lot more technologically advanced than this simple country city. Lagann Kingdom was similar to a modern city, it had running water and electricity. But Wsc village was still living in the dark ages.

The man roared and his fighting spirit ignited, he took the sword that Fuyo held out for him and cleaved his way through 3 guards. The crowd was shocked.

Fuyo turned around and yelled "Will you follow me as your new leader and become dragons among men? Will you stand up and fight for what is yours? Tell me now and I will grant you the power to fight. You will never bow your head to anyone again!"

His speech was strong and profound.

The other mercenaries stood up and rushed into fight. There were 8,000 city guards and only 300 mercenaries. But with 100,000 commoners here, what could they do against such large numbers?

The villagers saw the 300 men injuring and killing the guards.

"They are so powerful! They are almost like trained mercenaries. Is this the power he bestowed upon them, is he a God?"

100 brave men felt inspired and ran into battle. Followed by another 100, soon more than 10,000 villagers were fighting against the City Guards. The show had already reached its climax.

Fuyo walked out with his sword in hand. "That's enough entertainment for one night; it's time to end the show." He spoke calmly as he collected his thoughts. He breathed in and out slowly calming with body and attuning himself with his surroundings. Like a ghost he was there one moment and gone the next.

Boom! He flew through the crowd like a hungry jack rabbit chasing a carrot.

A silver light flickered through the air, followed by streams of blood and the sounds of bodies hitting the floor. In the time it takes for 3 breaths, 25 city guards were sliced through by Fuyo alone.

If this continued then in 300 short breathes the entire City Guard regiment would be completely wiped out. The guards couldn't stop his advance as he broke through their encirclement.

The eyes of everyone present were focused on Fuyo as he smashed straight through the middle. In less time than it takes for a baker's breath he was already standing on top of the City Lords dead body.

One hand held a blood covered sword, the other hand held a head. The City Lord didn't even know how he died. Fuyo was simply too fast. His blade easily cleaved through his jugular and severed his head in one swift movement.

The City Guards were terrified, this wasn't a fight it was a massacre.

"Throw down your weapons and I will let you live."

They hesitated. If they threw down their weapons they would have no way of protecting themselves anymore. Their hands trembled because of the strong seeded fear Fuyo had planted in them.

"Now!" He yelled ferociously. His voice was filled with 100% of his fighting spirit and blood lust. Some guards wet themselves and collapsed.

They completely surrendered and threw down their weapons.

If he could have, he would've chosen not to kill any City Guards but he had to make a show of strength and force. Unfortunately, those City Guards were the stepping stones in his rise to greatness. No wars have been won without a little bloodshed.

Fuyo achieved his goal, today was a great victory and a good birthday present to himself. The more than 7,000 surviving guards swore loyalty to Fuyo. The people cheered and partied for days and dubbed this celebration Independence Day.