Fire Monster

Chapter 104 Wang Chen Talks about Sword
At dusk that day, after a day's work at the Second Pioneer Camp, even Ding Wanjin was returning in the first-level imperial seal vehicle.

Zhao Guanshan asked Yu Che, Wang Chen, and Zhang Dayong for help and went to the No. 3 secret warehouse of the battalion headquarters. In front of Ding Wanjin, he dejectedly moved away all the disassembled psychic weapons.

Because he can't assemble it.

Why don't you move away and keep giving birth?

As for other people’s opinions, including Ding Wanjin’s, they are no longer important.

Maybe the old man will be confused, doubt his life, and toss and turn, pondering every midnight in the future.

He seemed to have won, but not in the way he wanted.

Then Zhao Guanshan is just a little punk who can only pretend to be powerful. He thought he had learned the dragon-slaying skills in the Taoist Academy, but in reality he is nothing?
He is Ding Wanjin, a former genius in the arts at the Taoist temple. He worked as a clerk in the provincial government for ten years and then as a clerk for nine years. Now he has finally made it to the position of commander. His words can decide the lives of thousands of people. In the future, he may even become the lord of Kaituo City. But now he has gone insane and been touched by a fool. Why does he have to fight with a little-known punk?

The result of such a fight is worse than losing!

It's not that he didn't think about the possibility that Zhao Guanshan had deceived him, but after repeatedly checking the background usage information of the operating console, he always found data on Zhao Guanshan dismantling psychic weapons.

Zhao Guanshan is really just a little stray dog ​​who can only disassemble but not assemble, and can't even do the most basic maintenance.

It's so damn unlucky.

Ding Wanjin never dreamed that Zhao Guanshan could raid his lair despite the tight defense of dozens of martial arts apprentices.

While Ding Wanjin was tossing and turning because of such bad luck, Zhao Guanshan was sitting on the bed in the speeding rail vehicle as if nothing had happened, holding a dry cake in one hand and a water gourd in the other, chewing them with big mouthfuls. Next to him was a pile of various disassembled but unassembled parts.

Now he alone occupied the bed for ten people.

Fortunately, there are only three people in their patrol team, so it doesn’t matter.

On the bed opposite, Wang Chen was also eating in the same manner, cursing and venting his anger as he ate.

"Brother Zhao, you see, we are like stepmothers now. When we were in the Demon Suppression Division, we had at least one piece of meat jerky every day. Now, that old bastard Ding Wanjin will drive me crazy one day, and I will kill him suddenly!"

Zhao Guanshan smiled and did not get involved in the topic. After he finished eating the biscuits and drinking the water, he stood up and randomly pulled out a small pile of parts from the pile of junk next to him, as if he was sending away a beggar, and casually and lazily assembled them into a heavy psychic shield.

But in the eyes of Wang Chen on the opposite side, it was as magical as a magic trick, and he couldn't even eat the biscuit.

"Brother Zhao, you, you——"

"This is assembly. You don't need an operating table to assemble psychic weapons, but if you disassemble them, you will definitely need an operating table." Zhao Guanshan replied with a smile, and then casually pulled out a pile of junk, and in no time, he had assembled a broadsword.

At this moment, Wang Chen's eyes almost fell out of shock.

It's not that he doesn't know this truth, but he swore that at this moment Zhao Guanshan was like an immortal with the ability to turn stones into gold. Yes, that was the feeling.

He even had an illusion that the heavy shield and the broadsword seemed to come alive at some point.

But if you look closely, they are just two ordinary, unremarkable psychic weapons.

Meanwhile, Zhao Guanshan had already started pulling out another small pile of garbage from the garbage heap. He was shuffling it around randomly, and guess what -

Wang Chen has become numb.

It’s an illusion. It must be a fucking illusion.

"Brother Wang, take a nap after you finish eating. I'll go and replace Zhang Dayong."

Zhao Guanshan spoke calmly, folded up his heavy shield and broadsword, put them on his back, then straddled the long sword, put on his imperial helmet, pulled down his visor, and left.

Wang Chen stared at Zhao Guanshan's back in amazement. It took him a long time to react. What was going on? Young Master Zhao was different today.

But I can't tell exactly where the difference is.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. After a while, he became so tired that he lay down on the bed without even finishing his biscuit and was snoring loudly in the blink of an eye.

He was so tired.

In the past six days, Zhao Guanshan was busy with his own affairs. Although there were no serious evil demon invasions, it was Wang Chen and Zhang Dayong who took turns to hold on. They did not have third-level dispelling runes to help dispel the pollution all the time, so they were exhausted if they could hold on until this moment.

At this time, Zhao Guanshan first went to the driver's cab, checked the status of the rail vehicle, and made sure that everything was intact before resetting the automatic driving.

Then, he returned to the second carriage, opened the top door, climbed out flexibly, and saw Zhang Dayong standing upright on the observation deck at the top of the rail vehicle.

This is a shooting position that can accommodate a psychic heavy crossbow, and can also be used as a lookout.

"Brother Zhang, go downstairs and eat. Sleep for a while. I'll take over."

Zhang Dayong is already 22 years old this year. On Earth, he is still a young wolfdog, but here, he represents an experienced warrior. He has cultivated the fifth breath of pure yang energy and is only a little bit away from advancing to a single seal martial artist, but the arrival of this war, because of taking the magic-sealing potion, has made it impossible for him to break through.

"it is good!"

Zhang Dayong nodded without further ado. Shift change was necessary as the body must be given a chance to rest. Otherwise, once the limit was exceeded and the body became too tired, the pollution and erosion of the body by the demonic energy would be accelerated.

Therefore, the best way is to return to the space protected by the Imperial Seal every once in a while, eat, drink water, rest, and then activate the Imperial Seal oil lamp to illuminate yourself for a while. Although this will consume a piece of energy storage spirit stone, it can restore your body to the greatest extent.

The carriages of the rail vehicles are all built according to the standards of the third-level imperial seal huts.

At this moment, Zhao Guanshan went directly to the observation tower, first took off the psychic heavy shield and psychic broadsword, unfolded them, and placed them beside him within reach. Then, he held the psychic long sword in his left hand and activated it in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, his eyes also vigilantly swept across the dark area in front. This patrol was not as simple as sitting on a track vehicle and chatting and bragging.

You can still be lazy during the day, but now it’s night, so you have to be fully alert.

On the one hand, we must take into account the movements on the city walls, and on the other hand, we must pay attention to the houses in the city that are lit up with the faint light of the protective seal.

The presence of a protective glimmer means that everything is normal.

There was no protective glimmer, either it was an empty barracks with no one living in it, or something was wrong.

However, in the past few days, this area has been really quiet, with not even a single Life-Devouring Demon infiltrating.

I wonder how long this safety can last?

When will the war end?

About five hours later, Wang Chen came out in high spirits.

"Brother Zhao, it's my turn now. You can go and rest."

"I'm fine. I'll go back after daybreak." Zhao Guanshan didn't feel tired at all. The advantage brought to him by the third-level dispelling rune was incomparable.

Wang Chen did not try to persuade him any further. Instead, he curiously picked up Zhao Guanshan's broadsword and heavy shield, clicking his tongue. He felt as if he had just had a magical dream, but when he woke up, nothing had happened.

"Brother Zhao, you can't even use a heavy shield, right?"

"It's OK, just so-so. Actually, I'm not very familiar with it."

"Haha, listen to what these hurtful words are. Compared to you, we are just pigs."

Wang Chen said half-jokingly, but in his heart he was thinking, this arrogant little Master Zhao is so unique in pretending to be cool, it's a pity that we have already seen through your true face, but we are just too lazy to expose it.

"Brother Wang, you are too polite. I really only know half of what I know. I didn't have the opportunity before. Now, no matter what, please teach me, Brother Wang!"

Zhao Guanshan said sincerely, he was speaking from his heart.

Wang Chen scoffed at this, but he felt very happy in his heart, and said casually:

"Although you can master a lot of psychic weapons, you still have to choose one or two that you are best at. For example, although I am actually a heavy shield soldier in the team, I am best at spears and swords, and this is also the best choice for most martial arts students. Unlike you, even if your family has declined, you still have enough foundation."

Wang Chen obviously misunderstood something, and Zhao Guanshan did not correct him. He just asked, "Brother Wang, can you give me some advice on the psychic sword?"

"Ha! Why not."

Wang Chen immediately became interested.

"It's not difficult to get started with the Psychic Longsword, but if you want to master advanced techniques, it's actually as difficult as the Broadsword and Heavy Shield."

"Generally speaking, there are three ways to attack with a psychic sword. The first is the sound of the sword in the box. It is also the easiest to master and is more suitable for close-range combat."

"The second is the sword energy continuous slash. By activating three attack runes, three sword energies are formed, which can slash the target in front of you in different directions, either vertically, horizontally, crosswise, or gathered into a beam. This needs to be adjusted according to different situations. The difficulty is medium."

"The most difficult one is the third one, which is the sword energy turning into meteors. The biggest feature of this attack method is that it can break through strong formations, overcome heavy shields, and destroy heavy armor."

"The sword energy does not move in a straight line, but forms a trajectory in the form of a curve. At least three sword energies converge at one point from different directions to form a sword flow star hammer, which has a quadruple attack."

"That is, use explosion to break heavy, use heavy to break hard, use hard to break sharp, and use sharp to break sharp!"

"But generally speaking, being able to achieve a double effect is considered acceptable, and being able to achieve a triple effect is considered excellent. I started learning the psychic sword at the sixth level of the Taoist Academy's martial arts department, and it has been ten years now, and I can barely achieve a triple effect."

"However, I have heard that martial artists who specialize in longswords often carry three or even more longswords. In battle, the first two longswords only release sword energy for continuous slashing. When the third longsword launches an attack, it can use the remaining sword energy formed by the first two longswords to obtain a maximum of nine sword energies. The sword energy released by this will turn into meteors with great power. It can easily tear through the defense of a heavy shield, kill a seventh-level evil demon in seconds, or severely injure an eighth-level evil demon."

"But that can only be done by the most prestigious Three Seal Martial Arts Masters in the Demon Suppression Division."

(End of this chapter)