647: Chapter 22 Boosted Sword Box 647: Chapter 22 Boosted Sword Box Over the past two days, An Jing hadn’t done anything extra.
The preliminary intelligence work had been completed in a little over three hours after An Jing received the task, with the information brought by Huo Qing and Yan Chengju covering all that could be gathered openly and covertly.
What took most of An Jing’s ti was actually the crafting of his new magic artifact.
The Life-taking Sword was his last resort, and although the Primordial Spirit Sword Lotus had already been discovered by the Yan Family, Third Middle School, and even other powers, such a thing was like a nuclear weapon, ant to be discovered but not to be used on a regular basis.
Therefore, he needed a magic artifact that was sufficiently powerful, didn’t reveal too much of his hidden strength, and was also fairly practical for everyday use.
After so recollection, An Jing found that among his battles thus far, the Sword Box was the magic artifact that felt most comfortable to use.
For this reason, he bought all the common Sword Boxes on the market over these two days and selected the best model among them for modification.
“It doesn’t need to be too sophisticated; as long as it’s powerful enough.”
With this design philosophy, An Jing directly applied the blessing of the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban, intensively modifying a large Sword Box similar in principle to the Chongming Sword Box, enabling it to withstand more of An Jing’s Taibai Fiendish Qi.
With the casting experience from the ‘Dragon Storing Bottle,’ An Jing also installed an ‘extra pressurized Spirit Qi Furnace’ in the Sword Box.
Thus, An Jing wouldn’t need to input Spirit Qi at the last minute to pressurize it, wasting ti.
Instead, the Sword Box would always be in a pressurized state, ready to launch a strengthened flying sword and catch the enemy by surprise when needed.
Moreover, thanks to the technology of the Dragon Bottle, even if An Jing encountered real danger, such as a Foundation Establishnt level master enemy, he could use this Sword Box to employ ‘Tai Shi Yuan Evil’ enhanced flying swords, inflicting fatal damage to such an enemy without exposing his other hidden strengths.
In addition to that, An Jing also prepared many commonly used landmines, self-destruct drones, and Explosive Thunder Beads, and other heavy firepower equipnt.
Ordinary candidates, without An Jing’s giant Great Void Magical Instrunt reinforced by the Doulu Immortal Fire, wouldn’t even think about carrying these things nor have a place to store them, and An Jing generally wouldn’t resort to these nearly cheating, small-scale war-fighting armants.
But he was all too aware of what his Fate Pattern entailed, so all his preparations were about being ard and prepared for any contingency.
“See you then!”
After the preparations, An Jing was ready to leave for the Martial Test, and naturally, Nian Quan and Yan Chengju couldn’t accompany him; they bid farewell to An Jing.
While Huo Qing could set off with An Jing, their tasks varied in difficulty, and the Wilderness locations for their tests were different, so they would have to separate at the school’s departure point.
“I’m waiting for your good news!”
Although Huo Qing knew there might be so hidden issues behind the task An Jing was undertaking, knowing so of An Jing’s true strength, he was the most confident: “This Martial Test, you can definitely take the first place!”
“That, I can certainly guarantee.”
An Jing smiled, too.
Unlike the literary test, no matter how many twists the physical test might have, or how many unexpected adversaries arose, he was confident in his ability to fight and overco.
Having carved a bloody path through the Huai Xu Heaven’s Fate Pattern had made An Jing’s state of mind immovable, even to the point of joking about the various accidents caused by his Heavenly Mandate.
“Test participant, An Xuan.”
The registration was quick.
Parting with Huo Qing, An Jing arrived at the central plaza of Third Middle School.
In this place, there were several military flying shuttles resembling small airships docked.
These flying shuttles were sleek, without wings, but there were array plates resembling rings underneath, giving them a sowhat familiar appearance.
Different shuttles transported different students to their respective examination locations.
As the highest difficulty free-listening student, An Jing had registered for the largest and most advanced shuttle, which, including An Jing, only had two students on board—a male and a female.
Upon hearing of “An Xuan’s” arrival, the two students curiously turned their heads—An Jing was number one in the literary test, and even though he didn’t particularly care, he had indeed been rembered by quite a few students from Third Middle School.
The male student had a baby face and was carrying a long spear—a magic artifact.
An Jing glanced at it and confird that this spear was the latest standard magic artifact in the market, the “Boiling Fla Type 3.” This artifact could harness the power of water and fire.
Aside from lee combat, it could also emit water blades and fire tips to assist in the fight.
The better one’s spear technique, the more effective it would be.
He must be a martial cultivator.
The female student had a mirror with a peculiar shape; calling it a surveillance artifact might not quite fit the description.
An Jing felt it looked more like a control interface, probably belonging to a chanism master.
Upon seeing An Jing, the originally slouching two students instinctively straightened up.
An Jing did not particularly hide his aura; he knew that the stronger the impression he left with this identity, the lower the chances of exposure when he switched to another identity and wore a disguise in the future.
However, overly familiar posture could easily reveal him when he was not paying attention, so after so thought, An Jing adopted the posture he was most accustod to in his previous life.
That is, the stance of a martial arts instructor, a military training officer!
The reason why Yan Chengju behaved so softly and politely upon encountering An Jing wasn’t just entirely due to An Jing’s strength and background.
More significantly, it was An Jing’s demonstrated aura, which greatly resembled that of the private teacher hired by the family with heavy gold, who wouldn’t hesitate to strike with a whip—an aura even more daunting than the teacher’s.
Even the eldest young master of the Yan Family had a conditioned reaction, so when these two students, who probably just had slightly better family backgrounds and talents, saw An Jing, they naturally tensed up like mice in the presence of a cat, their expressions becoming much clearer at once.
“Hello, An classmate…”
The baby-faced boy who first greeted had the courage to give a big smile, preparing to introduce himself: “My surna is Zhang, na Zhuo, we’re teammates participating in this assessnt together.”
“Xu Yue.” The girl with braids also spoke softly.
She was curled up in the corner before An Jing arrived and hadn’t said a word to Zhang Zhuo.
After stating her na, she retreated back into the corner.
“Hello, I’ll be counting on your support during the upcoming assessnt.”
An Jing also felt that these two impromptu companions were not difficult to get along with; they had good temperants and personalities.
It just seed as if Xu Yue was a bit introverted.
But that was only the surface because, with a glance, An Jing noticed an inconspicuous, mosquito-like micro unmanned drone floating beside Xu Yue.
—Indeed, a chanism master, right?
This girl seed timid and shy, hardly daring to speak out.
In reality, she was secretly using the drone to observe while shrinking to the side.
No.
Maybe she truly was timid and used the drone as a substitute for observation?
“An Xuan, you’re amazing.
I heard you’re from the Wilderness and you managed to get first place in the test this ti!”
Zhang Zhuo was quite talkative.
After exchanging nas with An Jing, he started to chat, clearly showing how frustrated he had been by Xu Yue’s silence earlier: “Our test papers should have been the sa, right?
The front part was okay, but I lost quite a few points on the major questions at the end.
What was your approach?”
“Haha, that’s hard to say.
Maybe the teacher just liked the way I think…”
An Jing’s face didn’t change, but his thoughts were gloomy: “No, how does everyone know I co from the Wilderness?”
“And this Zhang Zhuo, how co he has no sense of boundaries, asking other people about their answers right off the bat?
Oh, young students usually discuss answers after a test, no problem then.”
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