Chapter 35: Forest Scepter
"Thunder Explosion!"
Treat others the way they have treated you.
A searing, painful sensation instantly struck Yan Xujia's face.
Yan Xujia: "?"
Audience: "??"
Referee's room, waiting room: "???"
Boom boom boom—
This time, it was Yan Xujia's turn to be chased by the horrific thunderstorm, caught off guard and looking somewhat embarrassed.
The previously calm audience erupted into chaos once more.
Chen Xingdao and Freya stood up one after another. Freya's beautiful eyes sparkled as she muttered to herself, "I was right about him."
Chen Xingdao, his hooked nose twitching slightly, murmured, "This boy is terrifying."
The chubby Panda stood by the window, his expression indifferent, showing no change.
"Aren't you surprised?" Zhao Jie, who was himself surprised, looked at Panda curiously.
Panda shook his head. "It's unexpected, but also reasonable. Xia Feng's talent is indeed high, but a genius who cannot grow will eventually be lost in the crowd."
Zhao Jie sat back in his seat, understanding Panda's meaning. Although Xia Feng's talent was now terrifyingly strong, in the face of an even more unreasonable spiritual weapon, Xia Feng's talent simply wasn't enough.
"It's time to end this fight."
Panda adjusted his reflective glasses. Today's battle would completely crush Xia Feng's will, making him remember the humiliation and fear for the rest of his life. No matter how talented he was, he would always be dominated by the terror of this day, making it difficult for him to progress.
Ding—
The race bell rang for the fourth time, signaling that the duel had lasted one minute.
Some in the audience turned pale, realizing they had bet on Xia Feng losing in the 58th or 59th second. Now, they were about to lose everything.
"Come on!" Mushroom watched Xia Feng growing bolder and bolder, secretly pumping her fist in excitement. Seeing the shocked reactions of those around her, she felt an inexplicable joy.
Boom—
With the last thunderclap, the thunder field constructed by the Five Thunders of Annihilation completely dissipated. Smoke and dust filled the air, and faint red electric wires crackled and sparked.
"Xia Feng, I have to admit, you do have some talent," Yan Xujia said, walking out of the gray fog.
"But that's all."
He casually unbuttoned his collar, tugging at it as if feeling stuffy, then twisted his neck left and right, smirking wickedly. "Warm-up's over."
"..." Xia Feng watched him with dead eyes, silently observing his immature yet oddly greasy display.
However, Xia Feng didn't bother to complain, nor did he take the opportunity to attack. He simply stood there quietly.
It seemed Yan Xujia was finally going to activate his spiritual weapon.
Xia Feng had heard that Yan Xujia's spiritual weapon was C-grade, but its combat power was comparable to some B-grade weapons. This was the real reason for his invincibility at the same level.
Xia Feng couldn't help but feel excited. This was the first spiritual weapon he wanted to copy, and it was a rare C-grade one. He wondered what abilities it would reveal.
As the smoke and dust cleared, dozens of micro-drones circled above, diligently monitoring the battlefield.
The audience seemed to sense something, their eyes wide and focused. On the screen, the sinister nobleman raised his right hand and murmured solemnly:
"Scepter!"
Unlocking spiritual energy and constructing a spiritual tool was called spiritual liberation.
Amidst a dark green light, a tree-colored pattern appeared on the back of Yan Xujia's hand, glowing brightly. A green-brown wooden scepter inlaid with emeralds materialized in his palm.
"Call the troops!"
With his command, green light spread out from the scepter, covering the entire field in a vast area.
Snap, snap—
The crisp sound of tree trunks breaking echoed continuously.
Xia Feng looked around in confusion, seeing brown wooden arms digging out of the ground within the green light. Their strong knuckles clawed at the soil, making a crackling sound.
A nearly two-meter-tall brown wooden man crawled out stiffly, its head drooping. Behind it, more and more wooden men rose, all faceless, staring at Xia Feng expressionlessly.
"This..."
Why did this scene feel so familiar?
"Master, where is the enemy?"
Beside Yan Xujia stood a female wooden figure in a general's uniform. Though faceless, she seemed to possess basic intelligence.
Yan Xujia raised the scepter, pointing it at Xia Feng. A pair of red eyes suddenly appeared in the female general's sockets, filled with indifference and murderous intent.
This was Yan Xujia's spiritual weapon, the Forest Scepter, capable of turning wood into weapons.
These eleven soldiers were wooden warriors he had painstakingly crafted and transformed over the years. Though they lacked spiritual garments and human intelligence, each possessed terrifying defensive capabilities, combat instincts, and even fighting skills.
These skills weren't ordinary martial arts but extraordinary techniques like Instant Step, Bone Fist, and Inverted Mountain.
Thus, Yan Xujia's strategy was to first use his spiritual garment skills to wear down the enemy, then unseal his spiritual energy and summon his soldiers for a crushing close combat, often overwhelming his opponents.
"Line up!"
At the female general's command, the ten wooden soldiers snapped to attention, standing straight without a trace of stiffness.
Xia Feng's eyelids twitched as he watched. "Is this the Forest Scepter? What kind of power is this?"
The spectators held their breath, understanding Yan Xujia's intent.
"This is the rhythm of beating Xia Feng to death."
"Tsk tsk~ Interesting. Let's see how he deals with it this time."
"How else can he deal with it? Unless he also has a C-grade spiritual weapon, huh~ but does he?"
"Goal: destroy the enemy's will," the female general's voice was cold and indifferent. She raised her hand and waved it forward, ordering, "Go!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The ten faceless wooden soldiers vanished instantly, reappearing around Xia Feng like ninjas in the blink of an eye.
Yan Xujia stood in the distance, hands behind his back, a calm smile on his face, his eyes filled with mockery.
Next, it would be Xia Feng's hell. According to Yan Xujia's plan, one wooden soldier would cover Xia Feng's mouth and eyes, while others restrained his limbs, preventing him from surrendering through speech, gestures, or movement.
As long as no special rules were triggered, Xia Feng would be at his mercy.
The duel was limited to five minutes, and Yan Xujia had a full three minutes to torture Xia Feng. He had already thought of several interesting methods.
For example, accidentally castrating Xia Feng. The thought crossed his mind, and the teasing in Yan Xujia's eyes grew more intense.
Bang—
Xia Feng had just escaped the encirclement when a wooden soldier appeared behind him, kicking him into the air.
Xia Feng's body was wide open, full of flaws, as the other wooden soldiers looked up.
The audience outside held their breath, the world seeming to pause at that moment.
The corners of Yan Xujia's lips curled up slowly.
Xia Feng, however, showed an excited smile.
Opportunity to copy: Touch the target spiritual weapon, or be attacked by the target spiritual weapon.
It's done!
(End of this chapter)