Chapter 62: Transaction

The smile on the man's face stiffened for a moment.

Then it became more radiant, or rather, more mocking.

I haven't seen such an arrogant newcomer in a while.

"How strong is he?"

He wore an expression of "I'm interested, I'll tease you."

"Immortal Buddha." Tang Luo spoke frankly.

"... Pfft." The man couldn't help bursting into laughter, and after laughing he deliberately added a few more chuckles.

He then feigned an apology, saying, "Sorry, I couldn't hold back."

Tang Luo waved his hand, adopting the attitude of "pat the dog's head, smile and stay silent," implying "since you haven't seen the world, I won't bother with you."

He was very practiced in the Buddhist sect's silent mockery of "hehe stupid-ass."

The smile on the man's face quickly faded.

This newcomer's mocking skills are not bad.

Has he swollen with pride, thinking himself the protagonist of a novel?

The man has seen plenty of newcomers like this.

And he's only seen each of them once.

"Immortal Buddha, what level is that? I've never heard of it." said the blond-haired man.

"Level?" Tang Luo seized the point, "God-Demon Walker, is there a level classification?"

"Of course."

The blond-haired man carried a hint of arrogance; where does a brat who doesn't even know the level classification get his confidence?

"Tell me about it." Tang Luo said.

The blond man felt a bit displeased; is this the attitude of someone asking for help?

But he did want to say: "Simply put, a God-Demon Walker who has undergone six missions counts as Tier 1."

"That simple?"

"Not that simple." The blond-haired man grew interested, "Without counting any skills, a God-Demon Walker who has experienced six missions, facing opponents head-on and relying solely on physical fitness, is at least at the level of being able to take on ten opponents—that is the standard for Tier 1."

"Oh." Tang Luo realized.

That satisfied the man's vanity a bit.

"Tier 2, then, means that someone who is a match for ten Tier 1 opponents can fight and win against ten Tier 1s." The blond man spoke at length.

"Still not counting skills?"

"Skills are hard to say." said the blond-haired man.

"What about Tier 3?"

"The destruction they can cause is no less than that of a modern tank—a humanoid tank, that is Tier 3."

There is no clear upgrade system.

There is only a rough classification into levels based on combat power and destructive capability.

"And Tier 4? A humanoid warplane?" Tang Luo extrapolated.

"No, for Tier 4, the currently recognized standard is to head-on pierce through a modern battlefield, being unmatched on the battlefield." said the blond-haired man.

The implication is that it does not include weapons of the level of long-range missiles.

Conventional battlefield, conventional weapons.

One can refer to the battlefields depicted in movies and games.

"Has anyone actually done that?" Tang Luo asked.

The real world is still relatively peaceful.

Could it be that a God-Demon Walker has done that in Africa?

No way; at that level, even if restrictions were loosened now, they would disappear, be wiped out.

"In the mission world." The blond-haired man felt pleased inside; this is what a newcomer should be like.

The principle that the accomplished teach—why don't you understand that from the start?

"It's just a level classification set up by some people; it's not rigorous."

Qin Menglan's voice came over as she walked over and said,

"It has considerable reference value and worth, doesn't it?" said the blond-haired man with a smile.

"..." Qin Menglan did not agree; such a level classification certainly has a market among God-Demon Walkers.

After all, it's just that—at most it reflects the "surface baseline strength" of a certain God-Demon Walker.

"Menglan, this number thirty-five, do you value them highly?" Yao Jingwu looked at Qin Menglan and asked.

"I'm not that familiar with you, Yao Jingwu." Qin Menglan's tone held a hint of impatience.

Yao Jingwu didn't care at all.

Picking up girls requires being bold, meticulous, and thick-skinned.

And there's Pan Xian and Deng Xiaolu.

Yao Jingwu felt he possessed all of these.

A fierce woman fears a clingy man.

Moreover, God-Demon Walkers may appear glamorous on the surface, but in reality they live a "day-to-day uncertain" existence.

A shift in mindset, wanting to release emotions and indulge a bit, is perfectly normal.

"Alright."

Yao Jingwu wore an indulgent smile, "You still haven't answered my question."

Those suspected to be competitors must definitely be watched closely.

If one day Qin Menglan changes her mind, but someone else gets there first, where would she go to cry?

After chasing for so long, wouldn't it be all for nothing?

Qin Menglan looked at Tang Luo, seeing he had no objection, and lowered her voice so only the three could hear: "He's the same as you."

"The same?" Yao Jingwu blinked, then looked at Tang Luo: "You're also a Fate Holder?"

In other words, he too is a Fate Holder.

"Mm." Tang Luo nodded.

"You can share your experiences." Qin Menglan said.

Yao Jingwu, like Tang Luo, is not only a Fate Holder but also someone who doesn't mind revealing his identity at all.

Yao Jingwu quite likes showing off in public.

His identity as a Fate Holder is basically public.

Besides liking to show off, Yao Jingwu also belongs to the "seize the day" type.

His conduct, when unrestrained, is inhuman; his life can be described as decadent.

He happens to have a somewhat pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, not even qualifying as a "playboy handsome guy", yet he feels good about himself.

It's no wonder Qin Menglan doesn't like this person.

"Young man, I didn't expect you to also be a Fate Holder." Said the flamboyant Fate Holder Yao Jingwu, passing by.

After saying that, Qin Menglan left.

She had no intention of listening to more about Fate Holders; frankly, she already knew enough.

Tang Luo ignored that nonsense.

Yao Jingwu furrowed his brows: "Don't think becoming a Fate Holder makes you superior; our battlefield is more dangerous, and you'll die faster than ordinary gods and demons walking."

With a condescending lecturing tone.

"Mm."

Tang Luo laughed: "I like danger."

One can obtain more merit power.

"Arrogant."

Yao Jingwu said, eyeing the guy beside him, suddenly feeling irritable.

Tang Luo didn't respond, walked toward the "whiteboard", to see if there was anything he wanted on it.

Maybe someone brought out some heavenly treasures or similar "items" from the mission world?

It could help him recover from his injuries.

The equipment "Clean Sweep" is like a rib to him; if he encounters a suitable "price", he can completely sell it.

He shouldn't keep it; he should make up for this shortcoming in ranged output.

"I'm talking to you, you didn't hear?"

Yao Jingwu walked behind Tang Luo.

"I heard, do you want staff-type equipment?" Tang Luo turned and asked.

He saw the demand of number 26—staff-type equipment.

Yao Jingwu is number 26.

"Right, do you have it?" Yao Jingwu suppressed his anger.

"I have something similar." Tang Luo said, extending his hand and opening it; after a moment, a household broom appeared in his hand.

Clean Sweep.

"I—"

Yao Jingwu almost cursed out loud.

What does pulling out a broom mean?

But after thinking, a broom can barely be considered a staff-type equipment.

At least the usage is similar.

Swinging it to smash the enemy's dog head or other parts.

Even, because of the broom's shape, it has the effects of "Weak Point Break" and "Double Critical".

Like smashing with a brick, the power of the brick face and edges is definitely different.

"Let me take a look first." Yao Jingwu extended his hand.

This is an unavoidable part of the equipment transaction process—checking relevant information.

But normally, both parties produce items, the trading intention is strong, basically confirmed.

Only then will they conduct the final inspection.

Yao Jingwu takes nothing, yet wants to inspect Tang Luo's equipment.

This is typical bullying of newcomers who don't know the rules.

Someone nearby wanted to remind something, but Yao Jingwu glared, and they immediately shrank back.

The advantage of showing off in public is manifested at this moment.

At least everyone knows Yao Jingwu is not someone to provoke.

Tang Luo saw it, didn't take it to heart, and handed the Clean Sweep to Yao Jingwu.

Yao Jingwu took it, and after a moment, obtained the relevant information.

He stepped back two steps, tried swinging it twice, and his face showed delight.

Although its shape is a hundred thousand miles away from what he had in mind.

But there is no doubt, this 'Cleansing' is indeed what he needs.

With it, his strength can directly increase by one level.

Obviously becoming stronger.

This equipment, he wants it!

'I'll take it, what do you want?' Yao Jingwu directly took in the Cleansing.

'Something that can heal injuries.' Tang Luo said.

Yao Jingwu frowned, thought for a moment: 'I have a five-hundred-year-old ginseng here...'

Before he could finish speaking, someone nearby showed an expression too painful to look at.

What is a five-hundred-year-old ginseng?

Just hearing it feels like it's not something brought out from the mission world, a 'prop' that slightly differs from equipment.

'A prop?' Tang Luo asked.

Unlike equipment, the so-called 'prop' is an item obtained in the mission world, with no relevant information, but can be taken out.

Cannot be collected.

Most are one-time use.

In terms of rarity, it is even higher than equipment.

But in function, the vast majority are inferior to equipment.

'Of course.' Yao Jingwu admitted without blushing or panting.

'Yao Jingwu, what are you doing!'

Qin Menglan walked over and said sternly.

Cheating people?

Or cheating newcomers, this is strictly prohibited by Approach Science.

'Just a trade.' Yao Jingwu glanced at Qin Menglan, furrowed his brows, and then spoke firmly.

Cleansing, he must obtain it.

'Then bring out something real!' Qin Menglan said.

She left only to avoid suspicion.

I didn't expect something to happen.

Even a newcomer wouldn't just hand over equipment to anyone.

Is it because he trusts her, trusts Approach Science?

'It really is a five-hundred-year-old ginseng, I got it from the mission world.' Yao Jingwu said, 'He himself said he needed something to heal injuries.'

Qin Menglan glanced at Tang Luo in surprise.

Heal injuries?

He looks lively, not like someone injured.

'Take it out and test the effect.' Tang Luo was very calm.

Whether it's a prop or not is actually not the point.

The point is whether it's useful; props brought from the mission world have a higher chance of being useful.

'Wait.'

Yao Jingwu walked outward.

Qin Menglan didn't follow; if Yao Jingwu just left like that, it would be equivalent to breaking the rules.

Against the order jointly established by Approach Science and all gods and demons walkers, which must be obeyed.

He wouldn't do such a foolish thing.

'Do you really need something to heal injuries?' Qin Menglan looked at Tang Luo and asked.

Tang Luo nodded, without saying more.

'Sigh.' Qin Menglan helplessly said, 'I'll keep an eye out for you.'

'Thank you.' Tang Luo smiled brightly.