8 I Want to Fight Ten Of Them!

Feng Ling's face was red, and his veins were bulging. His clothes were already torn by the surging qi and blood.

In comparison, his strength was still inferior to this inhuman existence.

However, at this moment, he could not retreat. He could only grit his teeth and persevere.

Their stalemate was too small. If they were careless, the other party's weapon would land on them.

"You will die!" the masked man roared angrily.

However, Feng Ling was not affected. Her eyes were clear and she kept thinking about ways to break out of this situation.

However, after thinking about it, he realized that his combat strength was indeed not very strong.

Be it the divine power "Dismembering Bull" or "Illusion Break", they were all auxiliary abilities that were not effective on this masked man.

He only had the Pig Slaughtering Knife Technique and Heaven and Earth Crossing Technique other than that and he had already used them.

'Ha!'

The masked man suddenly exerted strength while Feng Ling was pondering, causing Feng Ling to lose his balance for a moment and almost be overturned to the ground.

Gale took a deep breath and steadied himself. At the same time, his eyes lit up.

Breathing technique!

To be precise, it was the warm current cultivated through the breathing technique.

Feng Ling had given it a name—Spirit Power.

When he was young, most of the stories his master told him involved immortals, Buddhas, and demons. Vital Spiritual Force also seeped into his mind.

In fact, his spiritual power had already participated in the battle just now.

However, unlike the energy on the masked man in front of him, the spiritual energy in his body was more gentle and stable.

His spiritual power kept circulating to help Feng Ling stabilize her blood and heal her injuries.

However, Feng Ling rarely took the initiative to activate her spiritual power, and she had never thought of attaching her spiritual power to her weapon.

Feng Ling had no experience in this aspect. He could only carefully try to circulate the breathing technique and divert a portion of his attention to try to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body.

Buzz!!

The moment he summoned his spiritual power, the three cauldrons that covered his body roared at the same time and suddenly expanded.

His spiritual power seemed to have found a point of strength. It followed the meridians in his body and headed towards the cauldron on the surface of his body and the Six-Faced Han Sword in his hand.

The fatigue on Feng Ling's body disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented sense of abundance.

"I walked the path of forging at the age of eight. I entered the forest alone in order to find materials. I didn't sleep for three days doing research. I can drink ice and snow in order to temper my body!"

"I'm going to become a Grandmaster Forger in the future!"

"Die? Why should I die?!"

"I. Will. Fight. Even. Ten. Of. You!"

With a loud shout, Feng Ling used her waist as an axis and exerted strength from her entire body. The Six-Faced Han Sword approached forward.

The masked man was caught off guard and the dagger in his hand was sent flying.

Feng Ling attacked as he pleased. At this moment, it was as if he had learned it himself. He no longer adhered to saber techniques and stabbed forward.

The tip of the sword stabbed into the masked man's chest.

Feng Ling did not stop. He exerted strength again and swung up diagonally.

The masked man let out a painful howl. In the next moment, his eyes widened in anger. His red eyes stared fixedly at Feng Ling. He actually stopped defending and tried his best to stab the dagger at Feng Ling.

It was too close for Wind Feather to dodge.

With a buzz, the fourth cauldron appeared on the surface of his body, emitting a faint bronze light under the enhancement of spiritual power.

The moment the fourth cauldron appeared, the dagger had already stabbed forward.

The pitch-black dagger erupted with a shocking blood-red light. The powerful energy fluctuation carried an unstoppable sharpness as it collided with the cauldron.

The fourth cauldron shattered with a bang, and the third cauldron could not withstand it either. The surface of the second cauldron glowed with green light, but it was ultimately exhausted by the blood.

Crack ~

The cauldron at the far end also shattered, but Feng Ling's attack was already completed.

The dagger only cracked the cauldron in the end, but the Six-Faced Han Sword directly cut off half of the masked man's body.

The masked man's eyes were filled with unwillingness and resentment, but it was already over.

Feng Ling panted heavily. He had expended a lot of energy in this last attack, and even most of the spiritual energy in his body had been consumed.

However, seeing the black fog that had already begun to dissipate around him and sensing the faint aura of life, Feng Ling felt that it was still worth it.

[The Six-Faced Han Sword you forged has been successfully killed. You have obtained the Spirit Concentration Technique, Eastern Purple Qi Technique.]

A notification flashed before his eyes, and Feng Ling finally felt relieved.

Feng Ling looked at the masked man on the ground and was thinking about what to do when she suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

He didn't have time to think. He pried open the masked man's mouth, took out the blood beads inside, and turned to leave.

It was unknown if the person was an enemy or a friend. It was better to retreat temporarily.

Feng Ling's figure disappeared into the black fog. A few seconds later, Liu Zhongyi ran over with the soft sword in his hand.

He was shocked to see the corpse of the masked man. He looked around to make sure there was no one else.

"There's actually such a ranked expert hidden in this Divine Weapon Town?"

He looked at the masked man's severed upper body and muttered under his breath, feeling both glad and solemn.

…

Feng Ling returned to the shop and took out the fly blood bead. The Equipment Strategy immediately reacted.

He kept flipping pages of Equipment Strategy in his mind until it stopped at a blood-colored page.

There seemed to be the sound of chains breaking. The blood dissipated and a bead was revealed. It was identical to the fly blood bead in Feng Ling's hand.

At the same time, two lines of instructions appeared: [Boundary Key—Fly's Blood Bead: The key to open the Blood-Robe Realm. You can use this to go to the Blood-Robe World.]

[Forging Materials: Blood Firefly Stone, Blood-Robe Centipede]

Feng Ling gasped when he saw the description.

"This inconspicuous little bead is actually the key to opening another world!"

"But it didn't say how to use it. There should be conditions for using such a thing, right? Why can't it be used just like that…"

Before Feng Ling could finish speaking, he felt an inexplicable force suddenly coming from the Fly's Blood Bead in his hand.

The next moment, Feng Ling disappeared into the shop.

Two streets away from the Armament Workshop, a woman holding a mirror frowned and sighed softly. "Another one."

…

Feng Ling felt the world spin. When he regained his senses, his vision had already turned blood red.

"This, this, this…"

Feng Ling was stunned. A curse was stuck in her throat and she couldn't help but spit it out.

He looked down at the fly blood bead in his hand. Was it really voice-controlled?

Was it really a good idea to turn something so dangerous into a voice-activated thing?

"Hey, don't tell me we can't get out?"

However, in the next moment, the feeling from before attacked again. Before Feng Ling could react, his vision flashed and he returned to the shop.

"Erm…"

Feng Ling was a little speechless. This voice control was quite useful.

But soon he was excited.

"This is a different world. A different world. Will there be more magical materials?"

"Moreover, since this Fly's Blood Bead reacted so quickly, it can at least ensure that we can leave quickly when we encounter danger."

"Even though it was only for a short period of time just now, there shouldn't be any major problems with the air, and there's no abnormal state on my body. However, to be safe, it's best to use spiritual energy to form a protective shield."

Feng Ling made some simple preparations, took the Six-Faced Han Sword, and entered the Blood-Robe Realm again.