As spiritual energy revived, I, having acquired certain attributes, gradually ascended to immortalit

Chapter 100: Another Battle Against Fang Shu

Meanwhile, after Shen Qing and his companion returned home, they sat on the sofa, and Shen Qing was still thinking about today's battle.

After today's events, he became even more certain that he needed a magical artifact.

He lacks offensive means.

He can overpower those of the same level or weaker than him, but he is not strong enough against truly powerful opponents.

Since obtaining the entries is too random, the only option is to start with magic items.

Just then, Shen Qingtang walked over, holding a small glass bottle in her hand.

"How are your injuries? This is the ointment Captain Fang gave me; it can treat external injuries."

Her gaze fell on Shen Qing's abdomen, and she hesitated before saying, "Let me apply the medicine for you. After all, this is all I can do."

The female warrior's voice was calm, but one could still sense that she was somewhat downcast.

Her benefactor was fighting desperately in front of her, but she could only watch from the sidelines. She disliked this feeling of powerlessness, but she just couldn't cultivate herself.

"—This is troublesome."

Shen Qing felt somewhat embarrassed about not wearing a shirt in front of men.

He instinctively wanted to refuse, but when he noticed the female warrior's unusual mood, he swallowed his words.

He didn't know how to comfort her, so he thought it best to give the female knight something to do.

Shen Qing obediently took off her shirt, lay down on the sofa, revealing the bruises on her abdomen.

As the heroine unscrewed the glass bottle cap and applied some ointment to her fingertips, a cool sensation mixed with the warmth of her skin followed.

Shen Qing's abdomen tensed up involuntarily, and her eyes began to glaze over.

Logically speaking, female warriors should be able to use magical artifacts, so there's no reason why they shouldn't be able to pass the hurdle of guiding qi into the body, but Li Jianghan couldn't give a reason.

Just as I was thinking this, I heard Shen Qingtang speak again.

"When I visited your sister-in-law the other day, they still thought I was your girlfriend. Is that inappropriate?"

"There's nothing I can do, I've already explained it, but they just won't believe me."

Shen Qing snapped out of her reverie and casually asked, "But now that your identity issue is resolved, what are you planning to do from now on? By the way, doesn't living in the same house as us damage your reputation?"

Before the heroine could speak, Shen Qing shook her head in denial, "It shouldn't count, after all, your situation is special."

"them----"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingtang hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Although I don't know why they would think that way, their relationship is completely innocent and they haven't done anything inappropriate.

Even if they live in the same building, they live in different rooms.

At most, we go to and from get off work together, eat together, and occasionally visit my sister-in-law's place together.

Anyway—I have a clear conscience.

With her eyes lowered, she applied the ointment to Shen Qing's slightly bruised abdomen, her fingers making continuous circles.

The distinct contours and firm muscles kept tactilely felt, and Shen Qingtang, who was applying medicine to Shen Qing, was momentarily distracted.

"Just ask yourself if you have a clear conscience!"

As if to encourage herself, she suddenly raised her voice.

"Yes, yes, who cares what others say? As long as you have a clear conscience, that's all that matters. But could you please be a little gentler?"

Shen Qing took a breath and turned her gaze towards him.

The heroine then realized that she seemed to have used too much force, and quickly said "sorry" before carefully applying the medicine to him.

Shen Qing just watched.

Under the lamplight, the female warrior sat beside him, intently applying medicine to his wounds. A few strands of hair fell from her ears, which she then unconsciously brushed aside.

Suddenly, Shen Qing felt a little dazed.

Thinking about the past month or so that the two of them had spent together, especially the first time he came home late at night, there was someone waiting for him at home and heating up his food.

My heart started pounding.

Seemingly noticing Shen Qing's unwavering gaze, Shen Qingtang suddenly looked up, and the two locked eyes.

Feeling the warmth from her fingertips, the heroine's ears immediately turned red.

"I... I've given you all my salary, so I don't have any money to prepare a generous gift to thank you."

The next day, a separate area in the training room.

"Whoosh!"

"Clang! Clang!"

Two figures wielding long spears clashed repeatedly, producing a series of crisp metallic clanging sounds.

From the most basic blocking, seizing, and thrusting techniques to the Five Elements Spear Techniques of chopping, striking, drilling, cannoning, and horizontal thrusting.

"good."

Fang Shu flicked his spear, deflecting Shen Qing's thrust, and nodded. "Xingyi has evolved from spear to fist. You are very proficient in the Five Elements Fist, and you have mastered spear techniques very quickly."

"But are you sure you want to create a magic weapon?"

He changed the subject and said seriously, "Magic weapons suitable for physical supernatural beings basically have two characteristics: hardness and armor-piercing."

It's either a magical artifact that imitates the abilities of other supernatural beings, but that might not be suitable for you.

Things that can normally be called magical treasures are all things that the supernatural beings personally craft to be most suitable for themselves after they have figured out the principles of their own supernatural powers.

However, those with physical supernatural abilities almost never possess this skill; it's an instinct, so they can only have it crafted by someone else, and naturally, the compatibility isn't as high.

After listening, Shen Qing nodded, "Just the basics are fine."

That's exactly what he needs; his current main fighting style is to overpower opponents with sheer force.

His magic weapon is simply an extension of his fist; it just needs to be hard enough to break through defenses.

"Okay, I understand your needs."

Seeing this, Fang Shu stopped talking and put away his gun. Suddenly, he walked to the arena in the training room, jumped on it, and stretched out his right hand, beckoning with his finger.

"That concludes today's training. Remember what I said yesterday?"

"I remember." Shen Qing also walked onto the arena.

The two men simultaneously dropped their guns, and the atmosphere immediately became tense. Shen Qing showed no mercy and struck first, disappearing from his spot in an instant.

Fang Shu's pupils contracted.

So fast!

A gust of wind came from the side, and he instinctively raised his arm to block it. Instantly, a terrifying force accompanied by pain came.

"Bang!

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He stumbled back several steps before stopping.

"That's quite powerful."

Fang Shu shook his slightly numb arm, his eyes filled with surprise. The next second, his figure also disappeared from the spot.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two figures clashed repeatedly on the arena, each punch landing with a sharp, metallic sound, leaving the sturdy metal floor of the arena riddled with dents.

However, after only a few brief exchanges, Fang Shu had already realized this.

He has fallen behind Shen Qing in both strength and speed; his only trump card is his innate talent.

But this is just a competition, not a life-or-death struggle.

Besides, Shen Qing's speed made it difficult to hit him. In short, he really lost this time.

Is this really just the first six main paths?

"Stop, I've really lost this time."

Fang Shu took the initiative to call a halt, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Unlike his previous concession, this time he was giving it his all in a regular battle.

"Luckily, everyone else was on patrol and there was no one in the training room, otherwise I would have lost all face."

He chuckled, swung his arm, and said, "A year of cultivation isn't as good as a month of yours."

"Captain, you haven't used your full strength yet."

Shen Qing shook his head, not feeling proud because of this. He knew that Fang Shu still had his talent and ability unused, although he himself also had some trump cards up his sleeve.

"Alright, don't be arrogant, but don't be overly humble either."

Seeing this, Fang Shu's lips curled up even higher. He waved his hand and jumped off the stage. "A loss is a loss. By the way, do you still remember the information from the Religious Affairs Bureau yesterday?"