Chapter 222: 6000 Kilograms! A Fresh Approach!

"Who is it? Where should we take care of it?"

Upon hearing the order to kill, the guard captain didn't even frown—he asked simply and directly.

Of course, that was only natural.

His name was Li Yan; years ago, he had fought side by side with Li Wanying's father, the current head of the Li family, Li Canghai.

Later, though he was assigned as Li Wanying's guard captain due to his inability to keep pace with the rising ranks, he remained a core member of the Li family.

He had done dirty work like this before.

With the Li family's current power, as long as it wasn't someone important, killing them was no big deal.

"Wait a moment—I'll check first."

Li Wanying pulled out her phone and dialed a number; after three rings, the call was answered:

"Hello, it's Xiao Ying? What's up?"

A cheerful laugh came from the other end.

"Uncle Wang, can you check who was sitting in seat 0310 at the auction just now?"

Li Wanying asked softly—just a second ago she'd been talking about killing someone, now she sounded like a well-behaved girl.

"The auction that just ended? Hold on, I'll look it up for you."

After a brief silence, the voice returned:

"Xiao Ying, the man in that seat is named Xu Jingming, rank three upper-tier.

He entered the Lei Hai via an S-class pass from the Metropolis Psychic University."

"Thanks a lot, Uncle Wang."

Li Wanying smiled sweetly and hung up.

Uncle Wang was her father's friend and worked at the Lei Wu Gym; checking information like this was effortless.

"A student from the Metropolis Psychic University?"

Li Yan frowned, pausing to think: "Killing him outright might cause trouble—should we investigate further?"

Students from top universities often had strong connections; if they traced it back to him, it'd be a problem.

"No need."

Li Wanying waved her hand carelessly:

"There are dozens of these college students coming to our Lei Hai for training—all heading straight for the Thunderstorm Zone.

We strike once he enters the Thunderstorm Zone.

By the time his family or friends notice something's wrong and start looking, it'll be long after the fact.

Besides,

With the ferocity of the beasts in the Thunderstorm Zone, in just one or two hours, not even his corpse will remain!

They'll never find a trace!"

As for the S-class Liuyun Jinfeng Spear, Li Wanying had already planned how to handle it.

Forging an S-class weapon from scratch is extremely difficult, but modifying an existing one is simple.

After seizing the spear, just have any armorer reshape it and repaint the finish—no one will recognize it.

"Kill him in the Thunderstorm Zone? Fine."

Li Yan nodded slightly, then gave orders: "You two, stake out the entrance to the Thunderstorm Zone from now on.

I'll send you Xu Jingming's facial details shortly—once he appears at the entrance, notify us immediately."

As an experienced psychic, he knew that lying in wait near the target's lodging would easily alert him.

But staking out the Thunderstorm Zone entrance carried no such risk.

"Understood."

Two of them nodded with smiles and left, relaxed.

This group's lowest rank was four lower-tier, and their average age was over thirty—with plenty of combat experience.

Dealing with a young college student at just three upper-tier was child's play.

"By the way, Uncle Li, let me know when you move—I'm coming with you."

Li Wanying's eyes gleamed.

She was eager to see whether Xu Jingming would regret opposing her at today's auction when he was killed before her eyes.

"Alright, no problem." Li Yan nodded.

The guard team had four members: he and one other were four mid-tier, the other two were four lower-tier.

As long as they didn't enter the core of the Thunderstorm Zone, protecting Li Wanying was easy.

As for Xu Jingming—he was no threat in his eyes...

On the other side, Xu Jingming, having obtained the spear, parted from his senior Jiang Luo and excitedly returned to the villa with Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan.

"You practice first—we're going to change into battle gear."

Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan weren't just ornaments.

Since they'd already been to the shopping street yesterday, today they were starting their individual training regimens.

"Alright." Xu Jingming nodded.

Entering the training room alone, he clenched his right hand slightly—the Liuyun Jinfeng Spear appeared in his grip.

"No wonder it's an S-class spear—this feel is perfect."

The matte texture made Xu Jingming reluctant to let go.

"The Liuyun Jinfeng Spear's maximum weight is 100 tons—I only slightly infused it with psychic energy and raised it to two tons.

Let me test how much I can increase its weight with my current psychic capacity."

Brilliant golden lightning erupted violently, surging into the spear!

The spear suddenly grew heavy—he nearly lost his grip and it nearly fell.

He quickly withdrew his energy, and the spear returned to its original weight of 800 kilograms.

"I can currently lift about five tons. When I poured all my energy into it, I felt I couldn't hold it.

That means, with full energy input, the spear's weight exceeds five tons—probably around six tons!"

Xu Jingming's eyes glinted.

Being able to lift five tons didn't mean he could wield a five-ton weapon freely.

In reality, the maximum weight of weapon Xu Jingming could handle comfortably was only around one thousand kilograms.

But the Liuyun Jinfeng Spear, which could reach six tons, sparked a completely new combat idea in him.

Imagine: during normal swings, the spear weighed only 800 kilograms, moving at incredible speed!

But at the moment of striking, he unleashed all his energy—the spear's weight surged to 6000 kilograms!

The terrifying mass, combined with extreme kinetic velocity.

Together, they wouldn't just add up—they'd multiply!

"This idea has potential!"

He acted immediately, gripping the spear and beginning his experiment.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

The lightning-wreathed spear whirled through the air, violently tearing it apart with a deep rumble.

Unlike before, the spear didn't move purely fast—it alternated between speed and slowness.

It looked bizarre—even Xu Jingming's own movements, seasoned as they were, felt uncoordinated.

This was due to the constantly shifting weight causing imbalance in his center of gravity and distorting his motions—something hard to adapt to in a short time.

Yet even so, Xu Jingming remained utterly absorbed.

"What's going on with Jingming?"

Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan, now dressed in fitted battle suits, entered the training room and stared in confusion.

Center-of-gravity imbalance and distorted movements—weren't those problems only beginners, like middle schoolers just starting martial arts, made?

At that moment, Xu Jingming's motion shifted—he thrust the spear toward the wall.

Chiiii—

Compared to before, the spear's speed was painfully slow!

Yet even so, it slid into the wall like butter.

With just a soft sound, it sank nearly half a meter deep.

"Huh?"

Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan exchanged glances, both startled.

The training room's walls were made of D-class alloy—strong enough to resist most missiles!

Yet the spear had driven in this deep with nothing but residual momentum—how terrifying must its weight be?