Chapter 46: Why Are You Yelling So Loud?

Upon hearing Fang Yue's words, Lin Ling immediately gave Lao Yang and the other Deputy Captains a glance.

They understood at once, nodding in unison as they hurled the pile of Iron Blades they were holding high into the air toward Fang Yue.

Dozens of Iron Blades scattered across the night sky, turning into specks of starlight before swiftly falling.

Shush-shush-shush-shush-shush—

With the first Iron Blade plunging into the ground not far from Fang Yue.

The other Iron Blades followed, landing in a scattered yet orderly pattern, forming a ring of encirclement that enclosed both Fang Yue and the Weird One.

The Weird One noticed this too and instantly halted, alert.

For a moment, dozens of Iron Blades stuck crookedly around the man and the Weird One, as if an endless blade barrier.

Nice!

Fang Yue's heart leapt with joy; he yanked up the nearest Iron Blade, then, still unsatisfied, grabbed another.

Holding two Iron Blades, Fang Yue suddenly felt far more confident.

Back then, the Thirteen Guardians of Huaguo Mountain wielded two watermelon knives and slashed their way from Nantian Gate all the way to Penglai East Road, cutting back and forth for three days and three nights!

Blood flowed like rivers, yet they kept swinging, swinging, never blinking once!

Today, I, Fang Yue, can also hold two Iron Blades and make the Weird One scream and cry, begging for death but unable to die!

With a loud roar, Fang Yue charged at the Weird One, both Iron Blades in hand.

Everyone saw this and was instantly stunned.

"Holy shit! Two blades!"

"He can dual-wield Blade Technique?"

"Martial Technique! He knows Martial Technique! Only someone with the corresponding Martial Technique can dual-wield Iron Blades—he must be…"

Boom!!

A loud explosion.

Just as Fang Yue had charged at the Weird One with fierce momentum, he flew backward the same way.

Along with Fang Yue's heavy landing came two Iron Blades, each broken cleanly in half.

Watching the graceful arc they traced through the air, the scene fell suddenly silent.

Everyone: …

Lin Ling: …

Too much bluffing—can't keep it up!

Brother, you don't know dual-wield Blade Technique—why are you holding two blades?

Everyone was utterly bewildered; even Lin Ling couldn't help covering her face, unable to watch.

How clueless do you have to be to think grabbing two random blades is enough for combat?

Every Martial Technique corresponds to a weapon—even Blade Technique has distinctions like long blade, short blade, dual blades, and so on.

Even dual blades usually mean short-hilted blades like daggers, not these single-handed swords.

It's not that no Martial Technique exists for dual-wielding single-handed blades—it's just obscure, rarely practiced, and Fang Yue clearly isn't someone who'd access such a niche technique.

Besides, as Lin Ling knew, Chen Mu's Blade Technique was standard single-sword style—no dual-wielding at all.

Watching Fang Yue roll smoothly to his feet, act as if nothing happened, jog a short distance, and pick up another blade, Lin Ling finally couldn't hold back.

"Blade Technique! Xiao Ye, use the Blade Technique Chen Mu taught you!"

A blade is a weapon; it has sharpness value, which boosts the wielder's damage output.

Earlier, when Fang Yue punched with bare fists, his damage barely reached the low 30s—50 was already a minor critical hit.

But after equipping Iron Blades, his damage shot up, fluctuating between 40 and 60—though it wore down the blades quickly.

At the same time, equipping a weapon changes your combat style entirely.

Whether you can adapt and properly utilize the weapon's potential is what matters most.

Moreover, beyond damage bonuses, the most crucial point of a weapon is that it provides the prerequisite to activate Martial Techniques!

No sword in hand—no sword techniques.

No blade in hand—naturally, no blade techniques.

Blade Technique requires a blade as its foundation to be executed.

Originally, Lin Ling had sent Fang Yue the blades hoping he'd unleash Blade Technique and slay the Weird One.

But after watching for so long, what Fang Yue was doing wasn't Blade Technique—it was just wild, chaotic hacking with no form or method.

By the time Lin Ling shouted, Fang Yue was already locked in combat with the Weird One, with no time to respond.

Lin Ling grew furious and screamed again, hoarsely: "Blade Technique! Blade Technique!"

Damn!

Why are you yelling so loud?

If I had internal Qi, I'd have already slammed Blade Technique right into the Weird One's face!

Fang Yue's face darkened; he blocked the Weird One's attack with one hand while grabbing another Iron Blade from the ground with the other and slashing straight at its neck.

63!

Ding! A minor critical hit notification flashed up.

Before Fang Yue could even smile, the Weird One kicked him hard in the chest—crack-crack went the bones as he flew backward over ten meters.

148!

Damn!

When Fang Yue landed, rolled several times, and immediately jumped up, he shouted at Lin Ling.

"Stop yelling! I don't have internal Qi—how am I supposed to use Blade Technique?!"

Internal force?

Lin Ling was stunned for a moment, then suddenly caught on, and couldn't help blurting out, "Chen Mu actually taught you the Spark Blade Technique?! Doesn't he know you have no internal force!"

On Fang Yue's side, the blood had just about returned, and the caved-in bones of his chest were quickly restored to their original shape.

Just as he was about to meet the charging anomaly, he heard Lin Ling's words, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

So annoying, this guy, can't understand human speech?

Fury surging, Fang Yue violently hacked his blade onto the anomaly's shoulder, hacking so hard the anomaly's body staggered, its feet sinking a few centimeters into the earth.

"No internal force! No internal force! No internal force, can't you understand?! I know internal skill, I know the Spark Package, right now I just haven't recovered my internal force!!"

Amid his roars, Fang Yue struck out blade after blade, actually managing to briefly suppress the anomaly, but was soon sent flying again by a palm strike.

Lin Ling had by now understood what Fang Yue meant, but he still found it unbelievable.

That guy Chen Mu — he didn't teach any common, crude Martial Arts basic Blade Technique at all, and went straight to teaching Fang Yue the Spark Blade Technique!

Doesn't that mean Fang Yue's basic dual-attribute stats start at a full 30 points?

What the hell kind of person is this?!

A special physique, Lin Ling could accept — born with it.

But what the hell kind of situation is having 30 points of dual attributes without ever having trained in martial arts?

Is he really just a one-in-a-million absolute genius?

I'm gonna puke!

Lin Ling's jealous fire blazed fiercely, sourness welling up. Hearing Lao Yang ask him what to do, Lin Ling blurted out without thinking.

"What to do? I can't wait for him to die!!"

Huh? What's going on?

Everyone was a bit stunned, completely baffled by Lin Ling's attitude suddenly doing a complete one-eighty.

But fortunately, Lin Ling was just running his mouth.

He couldn't wait for Fang Yue to die, but he wouldn't actually do it.

Public is public, private is private.

Fang Yue protecting Gu Yue Cun was public business, so he had to give it everything he had to help, no matter how unwilling he felt inside.

"Hua Wuye probably isn't dead yet. Go take out her Zha Yuan Pill and toss it to Xiao Ye. Once he recovers his internal force, he can perform Martial Dao Martial Techniques, and his strength will skyrocket."

Though Lao Yang was full of doubt, he still obeyed and went to the barely-breathing Hua Wuye's small pouch to take out the Zha Yuan Pill.

This is the Zha Yuan Pill!

Looking at the exquisite ceramic bottle in his hand, Lao Yang's breath rose and fell.

The Deputy Captain's highest achievement was also only Mortal Martial Arts.

Without entering the Martial Dao, one remains a mortal forever!

Looking at the Zha Yuan Pill that only those who walk the Martial Dao could afford to use, Lao Yang's emotions were complicated, but he quickly suppressed them again.

Glancing at Hua Wuye, who was still unconscious, he forcefully tossed the bottle containing the Zha Yuan Pill toward Fang Yue.

"Xiao Ye! Catch this! This is a Zha Yuan Pill — it can restore internal force!"

(End of this chapter)