"A standard Ten Thousand Man Army requires between thirty thousand and fifty thousand support personnel, and if there is cavalry involved, even more so, generally totaling about fifty to sixty thousand. Among them, two thousand are Martial Artists who have entered the realm, at least two hundred in the third layer, ten Deputy Generals in the third layer, and five Vice Generals in the fourth layer, all of whom are also Martial Artists."
"Such vast amounts of spirit from so many people are gathered into the body of one powerful Martial Arts practitioner."
"How strong do you think the Dharma Form he wields in that instant would be?"
"This is the soul of the battle of the Military School, only those who can command ten thousand are considered true generals. The Dharma Form that brings together the Fire of Primordial Spirit of ten thousand can smash everything, any expert from the Martial World, any Martial Arts Grandmaster is as insignificant as ants."
"And if there are two generals who cultivate the same Cultivation Technique, the Dharma Forms they gather can complement each other."
"Take, for instance, the Dragon and Tiger Joint Attack."
"Or the Five Elements, or Yin Yang, often they can unleash even greater power."
"Imagine, for instance, if there are two Divine Generals, one whose Dharma Form is like the wind, the other like Fiery Flames Burning Sky. Together, they can create a scene as if trying to burn the heavens, which is enough to turn the tide from weakness to strength. This technique, broadly speaking, is a coordination in battle formation, and narrowly, it is a joint attack of Dharma Forms."
"It requires countless honing, mutual trust, hence it’s difficult."
"But once employed, it often can sway the battle situation."
"And you, bearing various Dharma Forms, as long as you have the power to command an army of over ten thousand, can become a true general, launching numerous combined attacks of Dharma Forms, turning weakness into strength, this is nothing unusual."
General Xue suddenly sighed, "Such a pity."
Li Guanyi puzzled, "What?"
General Xue softly said, "I regret not being born in your era, in the midst of this chaotic world, I truly wish to battle with you once you’ve grown."
Li Guanyi took a half step back, "You mean you battling me."
"Old man, don’t be sentimental here."
General Xue laughed loudly.
Li Guanyi hesitated, then sat cross-legged, curiously asking:
"Then, the top ten generals of the world, what level are they?"
General Xue raised an eyebrow, "Why, have you made enemies with them?"
Li Guanyi said, "No, I’m just asking."
General Xue thought for a moment, "I don’t know if the generals of your era have changed, but in times of chaos, as culture withers and Martial Arts battles intensify, in my era, to qualify as one of the top ten, there was a standard."
He raised a finger, "One hundred thousand."
"A general commanding one hundred thousand, personally leading the troops in a major battle engulfing the Nine Provinces with over a million participating warriors. If the army remains unshaken, and can decisively defeat the enemy, he is considered a Divine General."
"Stirring up a battle involving a million warriors..."
Li Guanyi’s pupils contracted, murmuring.
A million Martial Artists, over two hundred thousand entering realm Martial Artists.
Taking up swords to battle.
Dharma Forms roaring in the sky, generals galloping across the battlefield, their roars and the clashing of swords enough to encompass the Central Plains, with one anger shaking the world - this is the peak strength of chaotic times, and his enemy, the real White Tiger Sect, was such a leading general capable of commanding an army of a hundred thousand, along with reserves and support personnel, amounting to hundreds of thousands.
Li Guanyi felt his future was a long way off.
General Xue waved his hand, "By the way, where are you headed?"
Li Guanyi briefly mentioned his plans to go to Jiangzhou City.
General Xue said, "Oh, Jiangzhou City, of Chen Country, the descendants of Chen Xingyuan."
General Xue stroked his chin, looking at the boy sitting up with effort, dipping his pen in ink, eyes wide, unabashedly sizing him up, smiled and leisurely said, "How about a deal, you don’t write the word ’justice’ on my forehead, and I’ll tell you a secret."
Li Guanyi grinned, his gaze fierce.
That was the flame of revenge.
"This one, I must write today!"
"Enjoying your victory, weren’t you?"
General Xue leisurely said, "It’s Chen Xingyuan, the founding ancestor of Chen Country."
"Back then, he had buried something precious in Jiangzhou City."
"I think, you’d be interested."
General Xue’s lips slowly curled up, hands slightly spread, "Back then, both he and I were feared by the Emperor of the Central State. Given my lazy personality, I’ve already left such means behind, how could his character not have hidden something?"
Li Guanyi’s motion halted abruptly, General Xue leisurely said: