"I'm chopping NM's firewood here! You're using such a divine weapon to chop wood, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Capable of slicing tofu like it cuts through Level Three weapons, such a weapon must be at least Level Four or above!
But the forging techniques for weapons above Level Four had been lost more than 500 years ago, and even if they existed, they were relics from the distant past.
To this day, the number of existing weapons above Level Four is limited, and many weapons that appear in Western mythology, like the Sea Urchin Trident, Augustus's Long Hair, Reaper's Spear, and so on, were created by the skilled craftsn of that era.
In Huaxia, the most famous Level Four weapons are those ten divine artifacts, and it is said that the long-lost Xuanyuan Sword is an even more incredible Level Five weapon!
In fact, the ten divine artifacts currently on display in the Huaxia museum are all replicas; such divine weapons, even after a thousand years, would still be as sharp as ever. To put them in a museum would be a complete waste.
The few existing Level Four weapons are in the hands of the core mbers of Longxia. In the entire Ancient Martial Arts World, only Martial God has a special status, so the country gifted him one of the divine weapons.
As for Level Five weapons, according to Huaxia's historical records, only a few weapons like Huaxia's Xuanyuan Sword, Pangu Axe, Northern Europe's Eternal Spear, Sword of Victory, and Kaibong's three divine artifacts could reach that level, and to date, there is no evidence that any of these items have truly existed.
It's almost safe to say that Level Five weapons are completely unfindable on the modern Earth! If one really appeared, it wouldn't just cause a stir in Huaxia, but a sensation throughout the entire world.
A single Level Five weapon could undoubtedly turn Huaxia into the hegemon of the second world!
As for using a Level Five weapon to chop wood? Have you gotten your brain caught in a door? You're so aweso, why don't you just ascend to heaven?
"What now, don't believe ?" Zhang nglong shrugged his shoulders, "I really just grabbed it from the farm, don't believe ? Ask my dog!"
"Woof Woof Woof! (I testify, what he's saying is true)"
This sword really was found by Zhang nglong on his family's farm, and there was more than just one of these things!
These items were crafted by the ancestors of Zhang nglong when they studied at the Super God Academy with master refiners like Ou Yezi and Gan Jiang. Since they were all practice pieces, they ended up being casually left on those farms for the servants to chop wood and weed the grounds.
You might not believe it, but even the cleavers that Zhang nglong's family chef uses to chop ribs are those Level Four and Level Five weapons left over from the past. It's just that the chefs didn't know their true value and thought that these knives were just sowhat sharper than usual.
The reason Zhang nglong picked up this sword was simply because he liked the color purple; this sword was purple. That's it! According to Ye Yin, this was a Level Five weapon with a history of over 300 years.
"And I thought you all had so sort of divine weapons, that can't even beat a wood-chopping knife."
The martial artists couldn't voice their bitterness!
Each of their Level Three weapons was worth billions or even hundreds of billions of US dollars. Now, in Zhang nglong's mouth, they had all beco worthless!
But what could they do to argue? The weapon was in his hands, if he used it to chop wood, then it was a wood-chopping knife; if he used it to sharpen pencils, then it was a pencil sharpener; if he used it to chop ribs, then it was a kitchen knife!
Against Zhang nglong's sword, their weapons were fragile as glass; that was the undeniable truth!
"Co on, weren't you all going to join forces to teach
a lesson? Hurry up, I'm Pikachu's itchy brother, asking for a beating!" Zhang nglong exhibited a beg-for-beating expression, which even made Chen Bingyu and Liu Yunyi feel a bit embarrassed.
Damn, this dean is aweso, but he doesn't seem very smart.
The martial artists looked at each other, none daring to take a step forward!
If they wanted to take on Zhang nglong, they would first have to consider whether their bodies were as durable as those Level Three weapons!
In ancient martial arts, there is a branch that does not cultivate Inner Strength but rather tempers their own bodies.
Yet even a Level Seven Martial Artist from the Mythical Realm couldn't compare to a Level Three weapon when it cos to solidity; a re scratch from Zhang nglong's sword could potentially cripple them, so who would dare to step forward?
"If none of you are stepping up, then I'll just keep sitting here!" Zhang nglong crossed his legs and continued to sit comfortably in the C position.
"Zhang nglong, if you dare, fight without that weapon of yours! What kind of hero relies on a weapon that can slice through iron like mud?"
"Cut the crap!" A ring of chanical tal suddenly appeared on Zhang nglong's arm, spreading crazily over his right arm until it enveloped his entire limb.
"Boom!" A red beam of light shot directly at the martial artist.
"What the hell is that?!" The martial artist was stunned, quickly mobilizing his inner strength to resist the red beam of light, but with his Mythical Realm Level Five strength, his inner strength was shattered the mont the red light hit, blowing him away with a powerful shockwave and leaving a red burn mark on his chest.
"Zhang nglong! You are shaless!"
"You actually used a technological weapon!"
"You are a disgrace to the Ancient Martial Arts World!"
The martial artists imdiately started cursing. In their circle, using technological weapons was the most looked down upon thing. Of course, ordinary technological weapons couldn't harm a martial artist; within 20 ters, even a Level One martial artist could minimize the damage from firearms.
As for those above Level Four, just the inner strength alone was enough to withstand the impact of ordinary bullets. To be able to knock back a martial artist from the Mythical Realm, Zhang nglong's weapon must have been extraordinary.
"Who told you I, Zhang nglong, belonged to the Ancient Martial Arts World?" Zhang nglong laughed. "Sorry, but the rules of your Ancient Martial Arts World don't bind . I am free of all taboos!"
"A Level Five weapon at will, and such a terrifying firearm, what background does he co from?" Zhang nglong's ans instantly intimidated a large group of martial artists, silencing everyone for a mont.
"If no one else dares to challenge , then this C position is mine." Zhang nglong contentedly removed Iron Man's arm.
To harm martial artists above Level Five of the Mythical Realm, one would need a model marking 20 or above. In just one minute, Zhang nglong's Cred Points had dropped by 100.
But ever since he set foot on this island, the prompt for gaining Cred Points had not stopped. Showing off brought him joy and also made him stronger.
"This year's Ancient Martial Arts Conference seems very interesting, hahaha!" Suddenly, a deep voice echoed in every martial artist's ears.
Upon hearing this voice, the martial artists' spirits, which had been downcast just monts ago, were imdiately lifted.
"Martial God! That's the voice of the Martial God!"
"Hahaha, Zhang nglong, the Martial God is here. I'd like to see how you handle the ss you've made today!"
"Martial God, we beg you to deal with this disgrace to the Ancient Martial Arts World!"
...
"Zhang nglong? 22 years old, with the strength of the Mythical Realm, truly extraordinary!" An unassuming old man had appeared in a corner of the venue, seemingly taking a leisurely stroll, yet with each step, he moved tens of ters as if by magic.
"The Zhang Family shouldn't have the capability to teach such a genius," the plain-looking old man stopped in front of Zhang nglong, "but genius or not, the Ancient Martial Arts World won't allow you to break the rules. Leave this place!"
"Yin Wuyi, 196 years old, the peak of Level Nine in the Mythical Realm," Zhang nglong was also sowhat surprised. This Martial God's strength had actually reached the level of Xiong Ba!
"Ye Yin, can you... can you take him on?" Zhang nglong was nervous, he couldn't use Xiong Ba's power now, and if Ye Yin couldn't handle it, given how excessively he had shown off today, he might just die right there.
"Mr. Zhang, rest assured, killing him will be as easy as slaughtering a chicken!" Ye Yin's response was still full of confidence.
"That's good to hear!" Zhang nglong imdiately regained his calm.
"So you are the Martial God?"
"Hehehe, you're the first young man to speak to
so casually. I can give you a chance, you..." Suddenly, the Martial God's words stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on a symbol at the corner of Zhang nglong's clothes.
His hands and arms began to tremble involuntarily at that mont, and even his expression lost its erstwhile arrogant coldness.
"What... what did I see?"
"My god... the Martial God... he seems to be shaking..."
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