Invincible by Picking Attributes

"It won't be long now."

"After scavenging in the city, all my attributes should surpass 300."

"At that point, I'll likely receive another treasure chest reward," Zhao Feng thought happily to himself.

With the outskirts of Yangcheng cleared, almost no Qin soldiers remained outside. Any survivors had already been rescued by their comrades such was the ironclad rule of the Qin army, or perhaps simply the bond of brotherhood. As long as someone was still breathing, even if barely, their comrades would carry them back, no matter the cost.

"First Battalion of the Logistics Corps, assemble!"

With a commanding shout, Luo Chao gathered the logistics soldiers under his command.

Naturally, Zhao Feng was among them.

"The battlefield outside is clear."

"Next, we move to clean up the city."

"Inside the walls is a different story. Outside, we dealt with our fallen comrades, but inside, most of the corpses belonged to the enemy. Proceed with utmost caution. Keep your weapons at the ready don't lose your life carelessly."

"Our First Battalion will take the lead, clearing the city walls and outer districts."

"Stay vigilant, everyone," Luo Chao instructed the thousand logistics soldiers under his command before signaling them forward.

Following his warning, many soldiers grew visibly more cautious. If an enemy soldier was feigning death, an unexpected ambush could be fatal.

Zhao Feng remembered all too well how the enemy soldier, Bao Qiu, had pretended to be dead, only to spring up and kill.

"Everyone, be careful especially you, Zhao Feng," Wei Quan said, turning to the troops. He placed particular emphasis on Zhao Feng, who often became entirely absorbed in scavenging bodies.

"Understood, Captain." Zhao Feng nodded solemnly.

Despite his reassurances, Zhao Feng wasn't truly worried. With his current attributes, he could easily handle ten enemies at once, if not more.

Each swing of his sword carried over 500 pounds of force, and his speed was unparalleled. Killing him would require either a rain of arrows or a deadly encirclement.

That said, Zhao Feng was fully aware of the risks of an enemy counterattack.

The Qin army was renowned for its ferocity, its tiger-like aggression, and its strict merit-based system. Each soldier was a lethal weapon honed by the battlefield.

Once a city was breached, surrendering was no longer an option. The Qin troops would relentlessly pursue and kill. Any notion of yielding would be met with death since every soldier sought to accumulate military merit.

For the defeated, survival often meant fighting to the death.

"Kill one and you break even; kill two and you're ahead."

This was the grim reality of their time.

Upon entering the city, the sight was far more gruesome than the outskirts.

Corpses lay everywhere, their blood staining the walls and streets red. Severed limbs and mangled remains were scattered about. The stench of death permeated the air.

Zhao Feng, once sickened by such scenes, had grown accustomed to them after days of scavenging the dead.

"Listen up, brothers. Let's revise the plan."

"Ten men will focus on finishing off any potential threats. Twenty will handle transportation. The rest will follow me in collecting the bodies," Zhao Feng ordered his 50 subordinates.

"Yes, sir!" they responded in unison.

Zhao Feng led his men up the city walls, starting with the stairways cluttered with bodies.

Surveying the lifeless forms sprawled across the steps, Zhao Feng wasted no time and began his work.

"Touched a common soldier: Gained 1 Strength."

"Gained 1 Speed."

"Gained 1 Spirit."

...

With each corpse he lifted, Zhao Feng continued to harvest attributes tirelessly.

The city walls, being the first stronghold breached by the Qin forces, were devoid of any feigning enemies for now.

After hoisting two enemy bodies onto a cart, a notification appeared.

"All attributes have surpassed 300. Awarded a Tier-1 Treasure Chest."

"Over 1,000 bodies scavenged. Awarded [Divine Sense Technique]."

"Fantastic!"

"My power has taken another leap forward."

"Being a corpse scavenger is truly the perfect role for me," Zhao Feng thought with satisfaction.

As all his attributes surpassed the 300 threshold, Zhao Feng felt a profound transformation coursing through his body an overwhelming sense of strength and vitality.

"Open the Tier-1 Treasure Chest," Zhao Feng commanded.

He had come to understand that every time his attributes reached a critical milestone, he would be rewarded with a treasure chest.

"Opening Tier-1 Treasure Chest."

"Obtained a Tier-1 High-Grade Weapon: Black Iron Bow."

"Not bad, not bad at all." Zhao Feng was pleased with the result.

Then he turned his attention to the other reward.

"Divine Sense Technique?"

"Extract and learn."

Golden light enveloped Zhao Feng as he absorbed the knowledge.

In an instant, he understood.

"So that's how it works."

"Divine sense is essentially spiritual power. This technique allows me to project it outward, sensing my surroundings."

"Isn't this the 'divine sense' ability I've read about in novels back on Earth?"

"My goodness, I've gained this skill!" Zhao Feng's excitement surged.

He immediately attempted to use the technique.

To his amazement, he found that even with his eyes closed, he could perceive everything around him within a three-zhang radius (approximately 10 meters).

After testing it, he reflected:

"The range of my divine sense is three zhang, likely tied to my current Spirit attribute."

"This is a trump card."

"With my divine sense, I can detect everything within three zhang without any blind spots. No one can ambush me now not even those feigning death."

"Still, while my spiritual power can now project outward, it hasn't evolved into a true divine sense yet. It seems I still can't sense the so-called spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"Or perhaps this world doesn't even have spiritual energy?" Zhao Feng speculated.

He dismissed the thought.

Opening his status panel, he took stock of his progress:

Age: 15

Strength: 512 (Increases explosive physical power.)

Speed: 365 (Enhances movement and reaction speed.)

Constitution: 321 (Boosts recovery and stamina.)

Spirit: 321 (Sharpens focus, clarity, and perception; can now project externally.)

Lifespan: 86 years, 118 days

Storage Space: 3 cubic meters

Skills: Explosive Fist (Basic mastery: Unleashes punches with twice the user's strength.)

"Whatever the case, my top priority is to keep growing stronger."

Determined, Zhao Feng set aside his curiosity about spiritual energy and continued scavenging enemy corpses to collect more attributes.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Yangcheng, the elite Blue Field Main Force pursued the remnants of the fleeing Han army.

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