With the Blade

A quarter of an hour later, the naked eunuch looked at the four corpses lying on the ground with a complex expression.

Although he managed to survive, the process was much as he expected. Facing three experts listed on the Hundred Weapons Chart, even if their rankings were not very high, he was forced to exert all his strength. Not only did all the threads hidden in his clothes get used up, but he was also almost hacked to death — yet, no matter how it happened, in this three-against-one, or even four-against-one slaughter, it was him who eventually survived.

"It seems... I’m not that weak?"

Whether it was due to the strenuous exercise just now or because his body had a few cuts, the eunuch felt somewhat dazed for a moment.

Although he appeared to be very imposing on the surface, after the confrontation and feeling the strength of those few, he had already prepared himself to die in loyalty on the spot — the reason being that he truly couldn’t win. Especially when the opponents were strong, yet he had weakened from inactivity for too long, such a deadly setup was enough to take his life, particularly when it was three against one.

But in the end, it was he who survived, albeit in such a sorry state.

"Was it heaven’s blessing?"

No matter how he thought about it, the eunuch felt it a bit unreal. Did he just perform beyond his capability?

Perhaps this is the only plausible explanation, otherwise, he truly couldn’t see any reason why he should have survived such a deadly situation.

When strength was already stretched thin, luck, after all, stood by him.

"No, it’s not heaven’s blessing."

Thinking of this, the eunuch, somewhat regaining his senses, shook his head repeatedly.

What is he anyway? Just an incomplete eunuch. How could heaven possibly protect someone like him?

Heaven is not protecting him, but this imperial palace and his emperor, the entire Great Chen!

"Our Great Chen, its luck has not run out!"

At this moment, tears welled up in the eunuch’s eyes.

Though it seemed a bit self-indulgent, at least at this precarious moment, any bit of good fortune could be considered a solace — at least now, after eliminating three assassins, the eunuch finally gained a bit of confidence in the future of Great Chen.

And at the same time, gained a little more confidence in himself.

He seemed not as weak as he imagined, the eunuch realized for the first time. Although he knew he had some martial skills, compared to those true top-tier experts, he was always far behind.

But now it appeared, if disregarding those true maestros who for various reasons didn’t make it onto the list, among the remaining ones, his position at the top of the Hundred Weapons Chart was quite convincing?

It indeed seemed so. Single-handedly defeating four, even counter-killing four, isn’t that proof of strength?

"So, it means..."

The eunuch suddenly thought of a possibility.

Previously, he never considered himself a master, so he never thought in that direction, but now, seeing himself as a master, he natural could undertake what only masters could do—such as single-handedly breaking through an army, or capturing an opposing general amid thousands, which was a privilege of the truly mighty, embodying great power.

Just like the founding emperor back in the day.

Great Chen established itself through martial prowess. Although this martial might outwardly seemed like a conquering army, in reality, it referred to the formidable strength of the founding emperor himself—a straightforward war typically needs reason, but the terrifying force of Great Chen’s founder, comparable to an Immortal on earth, needed none.

And war often requires such unreasonableness.

Victory is everything; everything is for victory, and as for so-called reason, that’s discussed after victory. No matter how much reason the losers spoke, it was nothing more than the wild barking of the defeated; no matter how unreasonable the victors, people would find reasons for their actions.

"Might is right," as it always has been from ancient times to the present.

Of course, a nation founded solely based on a single strong individual is not truly perfect, as seen in the chaotic court of Great Chen and its equally chaotic state governor system, decided by the founding emperor at a whim—that giant, while godlike in battle, was tragically lacking in governance.

In fact, over the years, many have criticized this system as too chaotic and unreliable, yet the fact that it fostered numerous beneficiaries and was sanctioned by the founding emperor makes it a venerable rule, which no one can change or dares to alter.

This is the pressure of the mighty; even if the mighty is no longer in the world, nobody dares to truly contradict their words.

"Until another strong individual appears."

The eunuch suddenly remembered a figure that still left a deep impression on him.

In the dead of night, he always recalled the figure he once brought back to Jiankang. Even though the other’s exploits in removing the usurping false emperor were unmatched, the sight of that figure riding through Jinluan Hall was a lifetime nightmare he could never shake off — having spent his life within the depths of the palace, it was the first time he realized someone could trample on etiquette, rules, and everything in this world to such an extent.

Was it merely the Jinluan Hall that was trampled? It was plainly the royal dignity!