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

"Sink."

This was the first word that popped into Wei Zhuang's mind when he grasped the chainsaw sword called "Tyrant".

Unlike the Shark Tooth Sword, which is light, agile, and perfectly balanced, this thing in his hand felt as heavy as a tombstone. The rough, frosted handle had no ergonomic design whatsoever, and it pressed coldly and hard against his palm. A violent vibration, like the heartbeat of a wild beast, emanated from inside the blade, traveling up his arm bones and making half of his body numb.

"Don't grip too tightly with brute force, relax a bit."

Standing to the side, Su Ming watched Wei Zhuang's taut forearm muscles and couldn't help but switch into "driving instructor" mode. "This thing has recoil; you have to learn to handle it. Press the accelerator... oh no, pull that red lever all the way down!"

Wei Zhuang frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in his proud eyes.

He is a disciple of Guiguzi, yet he needs someone to teach him how to use a sword?

But as if by some strange twist of fate, his thumb still followed Su Ming's instructions and firmly pulled down the pull ring.

"boom--!!!"

The originally deep engine roar instantly rose an octave, turning into a sharp and piercing roar!

The sound was so violent it was almost unreasonable, as if it were about to tear one's eardrums apart. The stationary serrated chain on the blade suddenly accelerated, so fast that it became a blurry afterimage, drawing in the surrounding air and creating a chilling "whooshing" sound.

A wave of scorching heat hit me; it smelled like burning corpse oil.

It's a bit... pungent.

But it also inexplicably gets your blood pumping.

Wei Zhuang's pupils contracted slightly. He could feel that the sword in his hand had "come alive." It was no longer a piece of dead iron, but a gluttonous beast eager to devour everything, roaring as it tried to rush out and tear apart the obstacles in its path.

"Want to give it a try?"

Su Ming raised his chin and pointed to the white marble pillar in the center of the hall, which had just been swayed by the aftershocks of Honglian and Shao Siming.

The pillar was as thick as two people could hug, its surface carved with exquisite cloud patterns, and its hardness was comparable to iron. If you were to use the Shark Tooth Sword to cut it, even if you poured all your inner strength into it, you could only cut it in half at most, and you would still have to be careful of the blade chipping.

Wei Zhuang remained silent.

He held the roaring chainsaw sword in one hand, his body slightly turned to the side, assuming a less-than-standard starting stance.

There were no fancy sword moves, nor any mysterious sword intent.

Faced with such a purely violent weapon, any skill seems superfluous.

He simply and brutally swung the sword out!

"Spanning across—all directions!"

Although the move names are still the same, the art style has completely changed.

Instead of the orange sword energy crisscrossing the landscape, a black steel whirlwind, carrying acrid black smoke and sparks, crashed headlong into the stone pillar with an indomitable spirit.

"Zzzzzzzzzzz—!!!!!"

There was no crisp, metallic clanging sound as expected.

Instead, a tearing sound that makes your teeth ache and your scalp tingle!

That was the most primitive and savage sound of destruction!

Under Duanmu Rong's shocked gaze, the incredibly hard white marble pillar was like a piece of butter that had been hit by a hot knife, and a huge gash was instantly cut open!

Stone chips flew everywhere, but were instantly ground into powder by the high-speed rotating saw teeth.

Sparks erupted like a fountain, casting flickering light on Wei Zhuang's cold, stern face. The intense friction at the cut point generated a high temperature, causing it to gleam with a dark red, magma-like sheen.

There was no sense of obstruction.

The smooth cutting experience caused Wei Zhuang's usually tense lips to uncontrollably curve into a smile.

"Break!"

With a low shout, he suddenly exerted force in his arm.

"Boom!"

The massive stone pillar finally gave way, letting out a mournful cry as its upper half collapsed, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

The cut surface was smooth as a mirror, charred black, and emitted a burnt smell of stone.

The entire alchemy room fell into a deathly silence.

Only the chainsaw sword remained, spinning tirelessly in Wei Zhuang's hand, emitting a low "humming" sound, as if showing off its achievements.

Su Ming whistled and clapped, "Beautiful! Uncle's 'Saw' move was just like mine back in the day!"

Wei Zhuang ignored Su Ming's teasing.

He slowly lowered his arm and turned off the engine.

As the roar subsided, the soul-stirring, destructive thrill lingered on my fingertips, refusing to dissipate.

He looked down at the chainsaw sword in his left hand, then at the shark tooth sword he held in his right hand.

The Shark Tooth sword, which he was once so proud of and known as the "Demon Sword," now lay quietly in his palm. The comb-like design on its blade looked so... in front of the chainsaw.

childish.

It was like a child with a wooden sword encountering heavily armored cavalry.

"Shark Tooth..."

Wei Zhuang murmured to himself, his fingertips gently stroking the spine of the Shark Tooth Sword. He used to think this sword was domineering and strange, capable of locking down famous swords in the world, a symbol of the strong.

But now, all he could think about was the "sizzling" cutting sound from earlier.

A locked sword?

Lock my ass!

Why not just saw the person and sword in half?

Swordsmanship and techniques are all meaningless in the face of absolute speed and power!

"Cough cough."

Su Ming leaned closer, a sly grin on his face. "How about it, Brother Wei Zhuang? I wasn't lying to you, was I? Isn't this thing way cooler than your comb?"

"If you agree, the position of instructor in our Ming Qin's mechanized troops will be yours. Not only will you get all the food and lodging, but you can have as many of these enhanced chainsaw swords as you want; I can even provide you with a dual-wielding version!"

"Just imagine, one in the left hand, one in the right, two chainsaws spinning together—how cool would that be? How imposing would that be?"

Su Ming's seduction was even more terrifying than the whispers of a demon.

Dual-wielding... chainsaws?

In an instant, Wei Zhuang's mind conjured up an image of himself wielding two thunderous giant swords, moving through thousands of troops as if they were nothing, leaving behind a trail of blood, flesh, and severed limbs.

The scene was too violent, too bloody, too...

That was fucking awesome!

"snort."

Wei Zhuang snorted coldly and sheathed the Shark Tooth Sword with a clang.

He didn't answer Su Ming directly, but instead, with an extremely natural and even domineering air, he hoisted the chainsaw sword onto his shoulder.

His movements were so practiced that it was as if he was born to use a chainsaw, not a sword.

"This sword..."

Wei Zhuang tilted his head slightly, his white hair disheveled in the wind, and a chillingly charming smile curled at the corner of his mouth, giving the world the highest praise:

"It's acceptable."

"Since you're the one who damaged my door, then this sword is interest. It's mine now."

Su Ming almost burst out laughing.

That's pretty good!

You're holding my hand so tightly, your knuckles are white, like you're afraid I'll snatch it back. What are you pretending to be so reserved for?

This is a classic example of "saying no but doing no," which is also known as—

Really fragrant!

"Fine, fine, it's yours."

Su Ming waved his hand generously, "You can even tear down this alchemy room if you're happy... wait, that's Gongshu Chou's life's work, it can't be torn down."

Just as Su Ming was preparing to strike while the iron was hot and completely seduce this successor of the Strategist family into his "Mechanical God Cult".

Suddenly, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside the pile of rubble at the entrance.

Immediately afterwards, several figures dressed in Confucian robes and wearing tall hats rushed in, panting, stepping over the broken bricks and tiles scattered on the ground.

The leader, with a square face and an air of righteous indignation, was none other than Fu Nian, the head of the Confucian school. Behind him followed Yan Lu, a man of gentle refinement but with a worried expression.

They heard the loud noise and explosions from this side and thought that some earth-shattering assassination had occurred, so they came to "rescue the emperor" (or to watch the excitement).

however.

When they rushed into the alchemy room and saw the scene before them, they both stopped in their tracks, their expressions freezing instantly.

In the dimly lit hall, the floor was littered with the remains of unknown creatures (actually, they were leftovers from experiments).

In the corner, two stunningly beautiful women (Shao Siming and Honglian) with disheveled clothes were slumped on a strange machine, panting.

In the center of the main hall.

The legendary Lord of the Quicksand, Lord Wei Zhuang, was standing on a pile of rubble and ruins, carrying a hideous chainsaw that was still dripping oil.

That look, that aura, he's even more of a serial killer than a murderer.

"This...this..."

Fu Nian's finger trembled as he pointed at Wei Zhuang, then at Su Ming beside him. He was so angry that his beard was shaking, and he almost couldn't muster any righteous energy.

"In broad daylight! Under the clear blue sky!"

"What kind of behavior is this?!"

"This is an insult to scholarship! It's utterly an insult to scholarship!!"