Chapter 45: Good Blade!

Lin Ling had seen many things in his life, but he had never seen anyone fight a weirdo like this—taking damage head-on and brawling with the weirdo in a direct clash.

This wasn't a human fighting a weirdo; it was two weirdos fighting each other!

Lin Ling looked at Fang Yue as if he were a monster.

At this moment, he finally understood why Lord Han cared so much about Fang Yue and treated him so differently.

Who could have imagined that just a day ago, this man didn't even know what Martial Dao was?

Such terrifying potential left Lin Ling speechless.

No wonder some say the difference between people can sometimes be greater than the difference between humans and beasts.

"Pity his combat methods are completely unskilled; his techniques are so crude they're nearly on par with these weirdos who fight purely by instinct—he's just another weirdo."

Lin Ling shook his head slightly; if he had a physique that could tank weirdo damage and recover combat readiness instantly, this weirdo wouldn't even get to touch him a few times before he'd be dead.

Fighting weirdos requires technique.

Strike weaknesses, block and parry, dodge and shift, break attacks and interrupt… all of it is meant to minimize the risk of being hit directly by a weirdo and maximize self-preservation.

Humans are simply that fragile.

Even after entering Martial Dao, one's Qi and Blood are only slightly more abundant than an ordinary person's—not much stronger.

The difference between dying from one punch or two punches from a weirdo is merely a little more buffer room.

Entering Martial Dao means learning cultivation methods, Martial Techniques, skills, and using inner strength inaccessible to ordinary people.

These are the true foundations of a Martial Daoist, the very basis for humans to fight weirdos.

Yet this man before him knows none of these.

Lin Ling could only hope Chen Mu had actually taught Fang Yue Blade Technique—even the crudest kind.

"Captain Lin, the blades are here!"

At this moment, Xiao Hu and Niu Niu, clutching his severed hand and the heart, had returned.

Behind them followed five Deputy Captains, each carrying a large bundle of standard Iron Blades.

Lin Ling's gaze passed over Niu Niu's eager, hopeful face and settled on the five Deputy Captains.

This made Niu Niu's heart drop—he grew anxious.

After the Soul-Eating Pill restored his blood, his wounds had begun rotting and worsening again.

The 【Curse】 was far more troublesome than he'd thought, but he'd told Captain Lin, and Captain Lin said nothing—only that now wasn't the time to discuss it.

Indeed, the village's entire hope outweighed his own pitiful life; Fang Yue's battle outcome mattered more.

But it was still his own life, so Niu Niu was still desperate.

"Captain Lin, these are the blades I've collected from nearby squad members and villagers. I've still got people gathering more, but I feared you'd wait too long, so I brought this batch first."

The speaker was Deputy Captain Guangtou Laoyang.

After a pause, he asked curiously, "May I ask why Captain Lin needs so many blades?"

Lin Ling took one blade, weighed it in his hand, and said gravely, "You'll find out soon."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze forward.

There, Fang Yue's battle with the weirdo remained intense.

But Fang Yue was gradually falling on the defensive, attacking less and defending more.

That was normal—humans aren't weirdos.

A person's focus is limited; the longer the fight drags, the more mistakes creep in, and a half-second delay in reaction means escalating peril!

Not to mention stamina.

Entering Martial Dao grants longer breath, not infinite stamina.

Fang Yue's special physique seems only capable of rapid Qi and Blood recovery; judging by his panting and soaked body, he was clearly nearing his limit.

Fortunately, the maid weirdo opposite him had also slowed significantly, no longer as agile or frenzied as when she fought him and Hua Wuye.

To achieve this level with only just entered Martial Dao was already terrifying.

After all, this maid weirdo was clearly no ordinary weirdo—among 【Black Grade Low】, she ranked among the top-tier.

Otherwise, had it been a normal 【Black Grade Low】, he and Hua Wuye would have slain it long ago.

Even without Hua Wuye, he alone could kill an ordinary Black Grade weirdo!

Now…

Lin Ling's eyes sharpened. He watched as Fang Yue and the weirdo exchanged a punch and pulled apart—then he hurled the blade he held.

"Xiao Ye! Catch the blade!"

As Lin Ling threw the blade, he couldn't help but cough—spitting out blood. His condition was terrible.

The Iron Blade flew straight toward Fang Yue and clanged sharply, embedding itself precisely at his feet—perfectly aimed.

Fang Yue's face lit up with joy as he drew the blade.

The iron blade, sharp edge, standard craftsmanship—Fang Yue's eyes gleamed.

"Good blade!"

Analysis Pupil activated.

"Name: Iron Blade."

"Grade: Mortal Grade Low."

"Restriction: None."

"Sharpness: 0.3."

"Durability: 5/5."

"Description: A completely ordinary blade."

"Note: Trash is trash, always trash."

Fang Yue: ……

Can you take back what you just said?

Fang Yue was stunned—so sharpness could have decimal places too?

So my broken Rusty Blade was actually pretty fierce! It's truly a treasure!

The only advantage of this knife is that its durability is slightly better than the Rusty Blade's.

As Fang Yue thought this, the eerie creature let out a shriek and charged at him again.

Seeing his health fully restored, he gritted his teeth and charged forward.

To hell with it—today, with the Captain Lin's precious blade gifted to me, I'll use you to consecrate the blade!

Thinking this, Fang Yue leapt upward, and as the eerie creature raised its head, he brought down a mighty downward slash!

"Die!!"

Fang Yue roared, but the eerie creature twisted its head aside—the Iron Blade struck its shoulder with a loud clang.

Instantly, a sensation of striking hard rock came back through the blade, numbing Fang Yue's palms.

At the same time, a damage number slowly floated up.

61.

Huh?

That's it?

Feeling the blade's vibration and seeing the damage, Fang Yue froze.

Distracted in battle is a grave mistake—he was immediately punched away by the eerie creature, rolling twice on the ground.

125!

Fang Yue ignored the damage floating above his head, scrambled up, and sprinted backward, and sure enough, the eerie creature had already followed.

As he ran, he glanced down at the Iron Blade in his hand.

There was a notch on the Iron Blade!

Fuck! What kind of shoddy engineering is this? Terrible quality!

The Analysis Pupil, at this moment, couldn't resist chiming in with mockery.

"Name: Iron Blade."

"Tier: Mortal Grade Low."

"Restriction: None."

"Sharpness: 0.3."

"Durability: 2/5."

"Description: An ordinary knife."

"Note: Trash is trash, always trash."

……Fucked!

Feeling the wind howling behind him, Fang Yue suddenly stopped, ducked low, dodged the iron palm grazing his scalp, spun around, and slashed at the eerie creature's waist.

With a loud crack, the blade snapped in two, the shard flying off.

Seeing the damage "-52!" float above the eerie creature's head, Fang Yue dropped low, slipped past the eerie creature, and sprinted toward Lin Ling.

As he ran, he hurled the broken blade away and shouted loudly.

"Bring me a blade!!"

(End of Chapter)