Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

"Losing money?"

Wei Zhuang seemed to have heard something unbelievable. His eyes, which always held a hint of mockery and a touch of indifference, narrowed slightly. His gaze swept past the wood chips and dust on the ground and finally landed on the man sitting behind the desk, looking pained.

The shark-tooth sword in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a trembling sound like the low growl of a demonic beast. Its unique serrated blade reflected a chilling light under the candlelight.

"Very interesting."

Wei Zhuang ignored Su Ming's claim for compensation and instead strode closer with his unique, oppressive gait. With each step he took, the sword aura emanating from him intensified, as if the surrounding air itself was being torn apart by that invisible sharpness.

"No one has ever dared to talk about money with Quicksand before; you're the first."

Wei Zhuang stopped five steps away from Su Ming, standing sideways with his longsword held horizontally, the tip pointing at Su Ming's throat. Combined with his white hair fluttering in the wind and his cold, handsome profile, his aura at this moment was simply off the charts.

"That's brilliant..."

Wei Zhuang's lips curled into a wicked and arrogant smile, his voice deep and magnetic, as he began his signature boastful opening:

"Your life, at this moment, will change because of my sword..."

"Stop! Stop! Hold on!"

Su Ming covered his ears in pain, interrupting Wei Zhuang's chanting, "Brother, what era is this? Why are you still using such a corny opening line? Aren't you embarrassed? I'm digging my toes in embarrassment for you."

He casually grabbed a rag from the table and waved it around like he was shooing away flies.

"Also, don't point that broken comb at me, I have trypophobia."

"comb?"

Wei Zhuang's sword intent, which was gathering momentum, froze instantly, and for the first time, a trace of surprise appeared on his eternally unchanging icy face.

He glanced at the Shark Tooth sword in his hand, which was ranked among the top swords and was known as the "Demon Sword," and then at Su Ming, who looked disgusted. His eyes gradually turned dangerous.

"You mean...this is a comb?"

"Isn't that right?"

Su Ming rolled his eyes, pointed at the iconic serrations of the Shark Tooth Sword, and launched into a frenzied吐槽 (tu cao, a form of online commentary/criticism):

"Look at that nick, it's so jagged. What else can it do besides jamming other people's swords? It's too dull even for cutting meat. The only thing it's good for is combing your white hair. Am I right? Lord Wei Zhuang, your hair looks pretty good. You must use this sword to groom it quite a bit, right?"

Standing to the side, Duanmu Rong was dumbfounded. She subconsciously glanced at Wei Zhuang's smooth white hair, and the image of Wei Zhuang combing his hair with the Shark Tooth Sword actually appeared in her mind...

"puff."

She quickly covered her mouth, but a suppressed laugh still escaped her lips.

That laugh was like the last spark that ignited a powder keg.

"court death!"

Wei Zhuang's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. As the heir of the Strategist family and the master of Quicksand, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"Today, I'll show you how this 'comb' drinks blood!"

"boom!"

A violent orange sword aura erupted from Wei Zhuang's body, instantly shattering the bluestone bricks beneath his feet. He transformed into an orange streak of light, his Shark Tooth sword slashing fiercely at Su Ming's crown with a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

This sword strike, unleashed with fury, possesses immense power and strength, enough to split mountains and shatter rocks!

Duanmu Rong's expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed in alarm, "Be careful! This is a 'Horizontal Sweep'!"

However, facing this deadly sword strike, Su Ming didn't even flinch.

He simply sighed, and as if by magic, pulled out a grotesque, enormous black monster from the weapon rack behind him (actually the system's inventory).

"Since you like serrated swords so much, then I'll show you what real serrations are!"

Su Ming suddenly pulled the rope at the tail of the black monster.

"Buzz—Rumble—!!!"

A roar like that of a wild beast erupted instantly inside the alchemy room!

The sound was violent and savage, with a steely quality reminiscent of the industrial age, completely drowning out the ringing of the Shark Tooth Sword.

Su Ming gripped it with both hands and forcefully lifted the large, still-smoking weapon upwards.

"clang!!!"

Sparks flew, illuminating Wei Zhuang's shocked face.

The Shark Tooth Sword did not strike Su Ming's head; instead, it was firmly jammed by the rapidly spinning chain on the strange black sword!

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The sickening sound of metal being cut rang out.

Wei Zhuang felt an extremely terrifying vibration in his hand, as if he were holding not a sword, but a raging dragon struggling wildly. His proud inner strength was as fragile as a sheet of paper in front of the high-speed rotating mechanical saw teeth, being weakened and disintegrated layer by layer.

"What...what kind of sword is this?!"

Wei Zhuang was so shocked that he took three steps back, his hands and feet went numb, and he stared intently at the roaring monster in Su Ming's hand.

The object had no blade; its body was a thick steel plate with a sharp, serrated chain wrapped around its edge. At that moment, the chain was spinning wildly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, the resulting gust of wind stinging one's cheeks.

Let me introduce myself.

Su Ming lifted the massive machine, which was almost half his height, with one hand and gently pressed the switch, making the engine's roar even more rhythmic.

"【Violent Chainsaw Sword - Tyrant Model】".

"Equipped with a small internal combustion engine made of corpse gas, the speed reaches 3,000 revolutions per minute. The serrations are made of black iron mixed with diamond sand, which can deal with all kinds of fancy tricks and those who are not convinced."

Su Ming patted the scorching hot body of the chainsaw sword, grinning like a devil peddling cutting-edge technology:

"Brother Wei Zhuang, your Shark Tooth sword is static, mine is dynamic; yours is manual, mine is automatic. Ours are from completely different eras."

"How about it? Want to give it a try? This thing can chop people up... oh no, saw people apart, the feel is pretty stress-relieving."

Wei Zhuang remained silent.

Looking at the wildly designed "sword" in Su Ming's hand, which reeked of engine oil and the stench of death, his pride as a swordsman wavered for the first time.

That's too violent.

That's too barbaric.

But... it's so damn awesome!

As a strategist who pursues ultimate destructive power, Wei Zhuang could clearly sense the terrifying destructive force contained within that chainsaw sword. No need for exquisite sword techniques, no need for profound internal energy; simply press that switch and thrust it forward…

Just thinking about the scene of flesh flying everywhere and bones breaking makes his blood boil.

This is practically a divine weapon tailor-made for a "domineering" swordsman like him!

In comparison, this shark tooth weapon in my hand, which I have to chop and saw with my own strength, really does seem... a bit like a comb?

"What? Not tempted?"

Seeing Wei Zhuang's eyes flicker, Su Ming immediately intensified his attack. He casually grabbed a thick thigh bone (from a mammoth) that was being used for experiments and held the chainsaw sword close to it.

"Sizzle!"

There was no obstruction, not even a pause.

The leg bone, as hard as iron, was instantly cut in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror, and even emitted a burnt aroma due to the high temperature friction.

"See that? That's efficiency!"

Su Ming slammed the chainsaw sword into the ground with a loud thud, sparks flying and lightning flashing. "If you use it to kill, it can sever ten necks in a second; if you use it to demolish houses, it can flatten this Xianyang Palace in half an incense stick's time."

"Wei Zhuang, I see you have extraordinary talent; you're an expert with heavy weapons. This sword is yours; consider it payment for the mortgage on my gate. How about it?"

As he spoke, Su Ming kicked the still-roaring chainsaw sword directly at Wei Zhuang.

The heavy metal greatsword slid across the floor, sparks flying, until it reached Wei Zhuang's feet.

The engine was still roaring in a low voice, as if it were both a provocation and a temptation.

Wei Zhuang looked down at the grotesque steel creation at his feet, his grip on the Shark Tooth tightening and loosening repeatedly.

Reason told him that this was the sorcerer's trick; this thing was full of evil and was a desecration of the way of the sword.

But his body, his instinct for power and destruction, was screaming wildly:

Pick it up!

Give it a try!

That kind of vibration that can tear everything apart, that pure mechanical violence, is simply the ultimate romance for men!

"snort."

Wei Zhuang snorted coldly, seemingly trying to save face, "Since you are so sincere in apologizing, then I will... reluctantly give it a try."

He slowly reached out, his slender fingers touching the scorching hot hilt of the sword.

"Buzz—"

The moment he gripped the sword hilt, a violent vibration shot through his arm and into his brain. Wei Zhuang's pupils contracted sharply, and an unprecedented sense of dread swept over his entire body.

This feeling...

It's much stronger than Shark Tooth!