After Chen Sinan, Zhao Stun, and Yu Yitian rolled back to the armory with their injuries, Chen Sinan couldn't swallow his anger. He went straight to the Heavy Armor Camp to find his cousin, Cao Qinggong, to complain.
Cao Qinggong was one of the deputy commanders of the Heavy Armor Camp. He was also the leader of the younger generation in the Barbarian Suppression Army. There was a saying, "Wherever the Qingyi Sword passes, all barbarian generals bow their heads." It was enough to show Cao Qinggong's strength.
Cao Qinggong was only about 28 years old. He had the strength of the Senior General Realm and was one of the candidates for the position of Young Marshal. His father was a Lieutenant General in the Barbarian Suppression Army. Because of this, Chen Sinan was able to take such a lucrative position in the arsenal, which was also the reason why he was so arrogant.
Cao Qinggong was dressed in a green robe. He had a jade-like face and a slender figure. He had a scholarly and elegant demeanor. He was an image that ladies in the boudoir liked very much.
Chen Sinan cried, "Cousin, look at my face. It's swollen like a pig's head. You must avenge me. Those three damned recruits actually snatched the incomplete Royal Armament I found in the pit and even threatened to kill me. If it weren't for the fact that we still had some fighting strength, I'm afraid we would have died there. Cousin, you must avenge me."
After listening to Chen Sinan's tearful complaints, Cao Qinggong only said indifferently, "The recruits of the Death Legion can make you suffer? Also, was that damaged Royal Armament real? The soldier pit is full of trash you threw out. Some of them were picked up by others who died on the battlefield. Did you really pick them up? "
How could Cao Qinggong not understand his cousin's character? Eight out of ten of his words were empty, but Chen Sinan was his aunt's son. He could only let his disappointing cousin do whatever he wanted.
"It's true. A few guys from the Death Legion wanted to take the opportunity to snatch the weapon, but they were directly obliterated. The broken royal weapon is too powerful!" Chen Sinan said seriously.
"The weapon in the soldier pit belongs to whoever wants it. This is a military rule!" Cao Qinggong narrowed his eyes and sighed softly.
Chen Sinan said anxiously, "But are we just going to let them bully me?"
"Okay, I'll get someone to follow up on this matter later. If possible, we'll capture them and let you vent your anger. But this won't happen again!" Cao Qinggong said.
"That's my good cousin!" Chen Sinan responded with satisfaction.
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In addition to Cao Qinggong paying attention to this matter, many people in the Death Legion were also interested in Shou Hou's broken staff. Among them, the 10th ranked "Demon Staff Hong Martial Division" was the most interested.
The Hong Martial Division had the nickname of Rod Monster. It was a high level Soldier Level Rod Technique that had been cultivated to the perfect level. Even normal General Techniques would not be able to suppress him. He was extremely obsessed with Rod Techniques. Now that a broken Rod Weapon had appeared, how could he not be jealous?
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Now, he had received news of a broken staff, and some of his subordinates had been killed while fighting for it. He had a reason to seek justice.
"Li Dazui's' trash '' also has a few subordinates? Those who became his subordinates are all dead! "Demon Staff muttered as he bit a weed.
Demon Staff did not immediately take his men to cause trouble for Li Dazui's group. It would not be too late for him to do so after leaving the camp.
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At night, Yang Wu, Shou Hou, and Xu Xiaoqiang were meditating near Li Dazui. They knew that Li Dazui's' notoriety was out there, and no one dared to provoke him.
Yang Wu, on the other hand, had obtained two more weapons from Blackie. One of them was half a long whip, while the other was an unremarkable iron sword.
The long whip was exquisitely crafted, but it was a pity that after being broken in half, it could no longer display the whip's power, so it had been abandoned.
The iron sword looked ordinary, just like an ordinary weapon. It did not have the slightest bit of spirit energy, nor did it have the slightest bit of aura. The edge of the sword was also very dull, as if it was not completely unsheathed. There were also no fancy carvings on it, so no one would want to keep it.
Little Hei had given him these two weapons, but he did not throw them away. He had already seen Little Hei's spirit, so these weapons should still be useful.
Yang Wu used the long whip as a belt and tied it around his waist. He said with great satisfaction, "Little Hei, don't you think I'm handsome? Once this viscount gets rid of his prison slave status and reclaims his title, I don't know how many girls will fall head over heels for me. At that time, I'll find you a beautiful little bitch to be your wife."
Little Hei rolled her eyes at Yang Wu, as if to say, "Shameless."
Yang Wu ignored Little Hei's roll of eyes. He grabbed the ordinary iron sword and waved it a few times. "Apart from being a little heavy, this iron sword doesn't seem to have any power. However, Little Hei, since you brought it here, I believe it must have some use. I'll carry it on my back and practice a sword technique in the future. I'll let it force out the edge of a heavy sword!"
Finally, Yang Wu picked up the trident spear that was about to shatter and began to practice the Torrential Spear Technique.
As Yang Wu's movements progressed, he felt as if the trident spear in his hand had become one with him, and he could use it with great ease.
This was a feeling that he had never experienced before, whether it was at home or in the Mountain Prison. It was as if this weapon was tailor-made for him, and it was very suitable for him.
Not only that, but he also discovered that there were traces of multicolored light floating in the cracks of the trident spear. This multicolored light had little to do with his Celestial Chi, because he didn't use his Celestial Chi to practice his moves. He was only practicing his moves and practicing his intent.
There were four stages to a battle technique: Minute Subtlety, Proficiency, Great Success, and Perfection. However, there was also a kind of intent realm that exceeded the scope of a battle technique. This kind of intent realm was called "Spear Intent", "Saber Intent", and "Sword Intent".
Intent realm was a very mysterious realm, and it could be said to be a transcendent realm. As long as one had a weapon in hand, even if it was the most ordinary battle technique, as long as one had a transcendent intent realm, they would be able to unleash unimaginable power.
Now, Yang Wu hadn't reached that level yet, but he was searching for it. This trident spear allowed him to vaguely capture a sense of that "intent". This had a lot to do with the fact that he could use the trident with ease.
If he couldn't even use the weapon in his hand, not only would it affect the performance of his battle technique, but he could also forget about comprehending that transcendent intent realm.
Yang Wu stopped and gently stroked the trident spear. He muttered to himself regretfully, "This trident spear is really suitable for me to use, but why is it so damaged?"
Yang Wu didn't think too much about it. His current situation was much better than when he was in the Mountain Prison. The most important thing now was to continue cultivating and increasing his strength.
The next day, Yang Wu saw that Li Dazui didn't ask him to set off to kill the barbarians, and that Shou Hou and Xu Xiaoqiang still needed time to continue recovering from their injuries. Thus, he informed them and headed to the Battle Skill Tablet together.
The Battle Skill Tablet was a battle technique that the Barbarian Suppression Army had created for all the soldiers. There were a total of seven battle techniques, and each battle technique had a different level. It was said that there was even a battle technique left behind by the Battle King of Death. However, there weren't many people who could comprehend it.
This Battle Skill Tablet was different from the Soldier's Pit. The Soldier's Pit was a real pit, while the Battle Skill Tablet was a treasure that was placed in the middle of the entire military camp for everyone to refer to and comprehend.
Yang Wu, Shou Hou, and Xu Xiaoqiang weren't afraid of others taking revenge on them. In any case, they had already spread the name of Li Dazui. If anyone came looking for trouble with them, they would have to first consider if they could withstand Li Dazui's revenge.
In the military camp, military orders were like mountains, and military rules were like mountains. Other than the Death Legion, which didn't have these rules, the other military camps all had these rules. Absolutely no one would dare to cause trouble in front of the Battle Skill Tablet. Those who disobeyed the orders would be executed!
No one would dare to openly do anything that was against the rules unless they were in the Death Legion's territory.
Therefore, when Yang Wu, Shou Hou, and Xu Xiaoqiang appeared in front of the Battle Skill Tablet, those who secretly wanted to snatch the broken staff in Shou Hou's hands didn't dare to make a move. They could only secretly remember their appearances and wait for an opportunity later.
"Along the way, there were at least eight waves of people eyeing us covetously!" Yang Wu whispered to Shou Hou and Xu Xiaoqiang.
"Big Brother, it's fine. The broken staff has already recognized me as its master. They can't snatch it away." Shou Hou laughed.
"That's good!" Yang Wu nodded with satisfaction.
Xu Xiaoqiang said with a bitter taste in his mouth, "Combat Weapons are just external objects. Only strength is the foundation to rely on. Today, I will definitely comprehend the Battle Skill Tablet and increase my combat strength."
"I know you are jealous!" Shou Hou turned his face to Xu Xiaoqiang and said.
"Bullshit, it's just a broken staff. What's there to be jealous of?" Xu Xiaoqiang retorted.
"You are jealous!" Shou Hou said again.
Xu Xiaoqiang was speechless. He swore that he would definitely comprehend a Battle Skill today and suppress Shou Hou's smug appearance.
There were many people gathered in front of the Battle Skill Tablet. Every one of them was here to comprehend the Battle Skill Tablet.
There were seven Battle Skill Tablets here. Each one was about two feet tall and five feet wide. They stood here separately. After being exposed to the wind and rain every day, they were polished until they were shiny and dazzling.
"There are so many people here!" Yang Wu couldn't help but sigh.
"Of course. I heard that there is a King Skill left behind by the Death Battle King. Whoever can comprehend it will be able to carve out a path of death just like the Death Battle King!" Xu Xiaoqiang said from the side.
"That lonely stone tablet over there seems to be a Battle Skill left behind by the Death Battle King." Shou Hou pointed at an inconspicuous stone tablet and said.
In fact, he didn't know whether it was that tablet or not. He was just purposely trying to argue with Xu Xiaoqiang.
"What a joke. How can no one comprehend a Battle Skill left behind by the Death Battle King? It's probably a Weapon Skill, so no one cares about it." Xu Xiaoqiang replied.
Who knew that just as he finished speaking, a passing soldier said, "You are wrong. That really is a Battle Skill Tablet left behind by the Death Battle King."
This time, Xu Xiaoqiang was completely dumbfounded.
Shou Hou didn't laugh because he guessed correctly. Just like Yang Wu, his head was filled with question marks.
"Why is there no one in front of the Death Battle King's Battle Skill Tablet?"
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