For many years, there had never been such a chaotic scene in Weapon Peak's face-off.
Of course, there had never been someone like Su Zimo before either.
In everyone's eyes, Su Zimo was a lunatic who did not care about his life.
"Hmph! I think he's just trying to be mysterious because he knows that he's going to lose. "
"In my opinion, Su Zimo has ulterior motives. Just Now, he's probably trying to hurt Senior Brother Feng so that there's no need for their final duel."
Outside the hall, there were all sorts of guesses and discussions.
"Su Zimo, do you want to gather spirit or give up on it? Why are you doing something so strange?" Spirit Peak's master, Wen Xuan, frowned and asked sternly.
Su Zimo chuckled. "Of course it's to gather spirit."
"Why do you have to remove the Weapon Tripod for spirit gathering?" Wen Xuan asked again.
"I'm not allowed to?"
Su Zimo asked in return. Wen Xuan was speechless.
Indeed, there were no rules in weapon refinement that stated that spirit gathering had to be done in the Weapon Tripod. However, this was way too strange and incomprehensible.
Right then, Su Zimo turned back to look at Feng Haoyu while gathering spirit and asked with a smile, "Feng Haoyu, do you think that you're going to win for sure?"
"Humph!"
Feng Haoyu harrumphed coldly. "I don't believe that you can successfully gather spirit!"
"Alright, I'll show you then."
In reality, Su Zimo had already tried to gather spirit multiple times during this conversation. However, he had stopped in time because he sensed danger.
But this time round, a faint trace of a spirit pattern appeared on the axe without any signs of danger.
Su Zimo was elated.
It was done!
Buzz!
With a buzz, the axe shone brightly with a bedazzling glow that flashed before everyone's eyes.
Spirit pattern!
The discussions outside the hall quietened down gradually.
Many disciples watched with widened mouths and their eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.
Spirit gathering was a success?
Wasn't spirit gathering supposed to be difficult?
How did this Su Zimo manage to condense a spirit pattern out of nowhere after a casual conversation?
Not to mention the many disciples outside the main hall, even the five Peak Masters were dumbfounded and confused.
Luck?
Coincidence?
What was going on?
After all, the other four peak masters did not know much about weapon refinement and looked at the disheveled old man inquisitively.
The disheveled old man pondered for a long time but could not figure it out. He could only shake his head.
With Su Zimo's spirit gathering success, there was no doubt that he would be the champion of this face-off.
Feng Haoyu's expression instantly turned ugly.
Even if his refining speed was fast enough, it was only a pseudo spiritual weapon without a grade.
"We won!"
"Haha, our Weapon Peak has won!"
"Good job, Junior Brother Su!"
After a short moment of silence, a burst of cheers came from the crowd.
Some of the Spirit Peak disciples who had initially thought highly of Feng Haoyu were crestfallen.
Up till now, they were still confused – how did Su Zimo manage to succeed in spirit gathering as though he was possessed?
Furthermore, he looked so relaxed!
Other people might not even be able to refine an inferior-grade spirit weapon after refining for many years. How did this lad manage to do it just by chatting?
Feng Haoyu quickly composed himself and scoffed coldly before turning to leave.
"Very good, very good. You've won this round. Let's compete again at Elixir Peak's face-off!"
Feng Haoyu's voice sounded but he had already disappeared into the crowd.
With a splashing sound, Su Zimo dipped his gigantic axe into cold water. An inferior-grade gigantic axe was formed, looking ferocious and domineering. The blade of the axe shone with a cold glint as though it could split a mountain!
"Humph! So what if it's an inferior-grade spirit weapon? Which Qi Refinement Warrior would use such a clumsy axe? What a joke! "
A Spirit Peak disciple remarked sourly.
"I don't like what you're saying. That's what I like!"
Little Fatty was displeased on the spot.
That Spirit Peak disciple sneered, "What's the use of liking it? That's someone else's spirit weapon!"
Right then, Su Zimo beckoned to Little Fatty and said loudly, "Fatty, this weapon was made for you. It's a gift for you."
"Ugh …"
The Spirit Peak disciple who spoke earlier had a steely expression as he scurried into the crowd and disappeared.
Little Fatty ran over to Su Zimo excitedly, rubbing his chubby palms together. He wanted to laugh but was embarrassed.
"Bro, i-is this really for me?"
Up till now, Little Fatty did not have an inferior-grade spirit weapon with him.
To think that Su Zimo would make one for him personally.
Furthermore, this gigantic axe was way too suitable for him, as though it was tailor-made for him.
With this inferior-grade spirit weapon, Little Fatty would definitely be able to obtain a decent ranking at Spirit Peak's face-off.
"Yes, take it."
Su Zimo nodded and handed the gigantic axe to Little Fatty.
Little Fatty received it and could not bear to part with it as he said intoxicatedly, "I'm going to hug it to sleep today!"
With that said, Little Fatty even kissed the gigantic axe fiercely.
Seeing this, the five Peak Masters let out a faint smile.
The brown haired youth whispered, "That's quite a big favor."
"It's just a pity. If Su Zimo could make use of this opportunity to refine an inferior-grade flying sword for himself, he might have a chance against Feng Haoyu," Xuan Yi said.
Wen Xuan shook his head. "The difference in strength between him and Feng Haoyu is too great. It's not something that one or two inferior-grade spirit weapons can make up for."
The disheveled old man waved it off. "It's fine. Since he's the number one of Weapon Peak, Su Zimo will have a chance to choose an inferior-grade spirit weapon from the Spirit Weapon Chamber as well."
The disheveled old man stood up and declared loudly, "The result of this Weapon Peak face-off is clear. Disciple of Weapon Peak, Su Zimo, is number one!"
Many Weapon Peak disciples cheered loudly.
The disheveled old man continued, "Su Zimo, come up and tell us what was the meaning behind your action of removing the Weapon Tripod earlier on."
"That …" Su Zimo had a hesitant expression.
"It's fine. There's no seniority in cultivation and those who are stronger are the masters. Share your insights and let everyone learn from them, "The disheveled old man encouraged.
Su Zimo walked to the disheveled old man and whispered, "Master, my method might not be suitable for others."
To be fair, Su Zimo was the only one who could use this spirit gathering technique and no one else would be able to learn it.
"It's fine, just say a few words," The disheveled old man persuaded again.
Helpless, Su Zimo could only head to the front and cough gently to the disciples of the five peaks.
Inside and outside the hall, the disciples perked up their ears.
"Erm … removing the Weapon Tripod is a habit of mine. I feel that the success rate of spirit gathering will be higher," Su Zimo braced himself and replied ambiguously.
What Su Zimo did not know was that his casual remark was etched in the hearts of many disciples.
Removing the Weapon Tripod could increase the success rate of spirit gathering!
When he saw the sparkle in the eyes of many disciples, Su Zimo added hurriedly, "Removing the Weapon Tripod is extremely dangerous. It's better for everyone not to try it."
Although his words were said out of goodwill, many disciples mistakenly thought that Su Zimo only said those words because he did not want them to learn this spirit gathering technique.
Therefore, for a period of time after that, the disciples of the sect started getting into accidents when they were refining weapons. They failed in spirit gathering and were blasted half-dead by spirit weapon shards …
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