Chapter 24: Clearing the Feiqiu Beast Horde

“So, how about it? Doesn’t everyone think that crimson-tasseled spear is incredibly powerful?” Zhang Tianming said with a smile to all the students present. “That person just now was County Chief Yan Huo, a Martial Spirit Master of the Earth-Rank Fifth Level. What he was holding was his famous weapon, the Third-Grade Spiritual Artifact—the Fire-Tip Spear. It was a weapon specially crafted for him by a spear-type Spirit Tool Master. This spear is not only extremely sharp, but it also has the ability to transform spirit energy into gathered fire and amplify spiritual power attacks threefold. Remember, this threefold amplification is on top of the amplification from channeling spiritual power! And the armor on his body is a Third-Grade Spiritual Armor. It can weaken any attack by seventy percent and ignores all penetrating spiritual power attacks.”

Yang Tong was stunned upon hearing this. Ignoring penetration and still blocking seventy percent of an attack? This spiritual armor was simply too awesome. And that Fire-Tip Spear was the same. If, after his own awakening, his spiritual power was amplified threefold through the force-channeling method of the Wind Wolf Fist, and then amplified another threefold by the weapon… that would be truly terrifying.

This was power that firearms could absolutely never achieve. Even the most powerful C-type spiritual energy sniper rifle couldn’t match the power after such amplification. No wonder firearms could never replace cold weapons in the eyes of the strong.

“Are all the cold weapons used by those awakened powerhouses custom-made?” Yang Tong asked curiously.

“I can answer that. There are mass-produced models of cold weapons on the market with various attributes, but their power differs greatly. Most experts with some resources choose to find a Spirit Tool Master to custom-make a set of attack and defense Spirit Tools for them,” Zhang Tianming replied plainly.

Yang Tong rolled his eyes inwardly. No wonder the status of Spirit Tool Masters was so high. The number of Martial Spirit Masters was ten thousand times that of Mind Masters, and Spirit Tool Masters were just one of the larger professions among Mind Masters. Not all Mind Masters became Spirit Tool Masters. And if Martial Spirit Masters wanted to improve their strength, they would definitely seek out Spirit Tool Masters to custom-make their weapons and equipment. Tsk, tsk, tsk… Just thinking about it showed how high the income and status of a Spirit Tool Master must be.

Yang Tong now had the idea of becoming a Spirit Tool Master. Awakening was inevitable for him sooner or later, and once awakened, he was destined to be a Mind Master. This was also predetermined. Yang Tong wasn’t in a key hurry. He was only just under thirteen years old; he had plenty of time. Soul condensation would take one to two years. After stabilizing for a while and comprehending will, he could awaken. Awakening in his twenties wouldn’t be particularly eye-catching.

Two hours passed quickly, and another group of people replaced Yang Tong and the others.

Everyone went down to the first floor. Some sat in meditation to recover their spirit, while others occasionally observed the battle outside through observation ports.

“Yang Tong, how was it?” Feng Xiaobo asked with rare seriousness.

“Very powerful,” Yang Tong suddenly understood what Feng Xiaobo was asking.

“Yes, powerful, extremely powerful,” Feng Xiaobo said, punching the air. “I want to be that strong too!”

This was the first time Yang Tong heard Feng Xiaobo speak with such determination. Yang Tong nodded and didn’t say much more.

Time passed day by day. The entire county town was almost enveloped by beast roars. One could hear those cruel, chilling bellows almost every moment, making one’s hair stand on end.

The number of Feiqiu Beasts was finally starting to decrease. Compared to a few days ago, it had at least halved.

During this period, County Chief Yan Huo led his men several times to clear away the beast corpses, collect the Beast Crystals, and then distribute them.

It was Yang Tong and Feng Xiaobo’s turn to go up again. After all these days, everyone had gotten used to this kind of scene and had adapted to the bloody sights.

Yang Tong looked out from the firing port and happened to see County Chief Yan Huo jump onto the city wall. The armor on his body seemed to flow like water and vanished without a trace, turning back into a belt.

County Chief Yan Huo took out something that looked like a Token and gave it a light tap. A virtual image floated in mid-air. The image was of a person. Behind him, one could vaguely see countless types of Savage Beasts charging wildly.

“Yan Huo, we can’t hold on much longer. I’ve already ordered a retreat. How is it on your end?” the person in the image asked anxiously.

“How can it be this fast? I still have half left to clear here,” Yan Huo said loudly.

“This Savage Beast horde is serious this time. It’s ten times fiercer than sixty years ago. We must prepare for the worst.”

“Alright, I understand. Retreat to the second line of defense as quickly as you can. Be careful,” Yan Huo said and then closed the image.

Yang Tong stared, dumbfounded. He patted Feng Xiaobo and asked, “What was that thing?”

Feng Xiaobo glanced at the floating virtual image and said, “That’s a Spirit Communication Token, a Fifth-Grade Spirit Tool. Only awakened individuals are allowed to purchase and carry them. I’ve heard it has many functions, but I’ve only heard about it, never actually played with one.”

“A Fifth-Grade Spirit Tool?! That exaggerated?” Yang Tong was shocked. At most, he had only seen County Chief Yan Huo’s set of Third-Grade Spirit Tool equipment, and that was only lower Third-Grade level. Its power had filled Yang Tong with envy. And a “phone” was actually a Fifth-Grade Spirit Tool? Wasn’t that too exaggerated?

“It really is that exaggerated. If my grandfather hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have believed it either. A small, shabby-looking Token is actually a Fifth-Grade Spirit Tool? Just how high is its technological content?” Feng Xiaobo was also very curious. Back when his grandfather was alive, they lived in Falling Star City. He had seen much and heard much. Having been influenced by this, Feng Xiaobo was far more knowledgeable than Yang Tong, this “outsider” and “homebody.”

Yang Tong and Feng Xiaobo kept talking, but their hands didn’t stop. For this kind of moving target practice, they didn’t need to focus too intensely.

County Chief Yan Huo then used the Spirit Communication Token to contact an old man. He said in a rather respectful tone, “Master Zheng Xuan, the front line’s first defense has been breached. We now need to ask the Master to take action and clear away these troublesome Feiqiu Beasts.”

Hearing this, the old man opened his mouth and smiled, responding, “It’s my duty. This old man will come at once.”

After a while, an old man clad in golden spiritual battle armor, riding a rather unique aircraft, flew to the city wall.

“County Chief, this old man is late,” the old man said politely.

“Not late at all, not at all. Master Zheng Xuan, please,” Yan Huo went forward to greet him.

Zheng Xuan walked to the edge of the city wall. One more step forward and he would fall off. He looked up at the sky full of beasts and took out a huge round shield as tall as a person.

The shield itself looked like it was composed of countless palm-sized scales. One look told you it was extraordinary.

“Hey, Yang Tong, look over at the County Chief’s side. There’s something interesting to see,” Feng Xiaobo urgently reminded.

Yang Tong looked over, filled with curiosity. That old man was clearly a master, but why did he take out a shield?

The old man nodded and said, “This old man will make a fool of himself.” With that, he threw the round shield into the air.