Chapter 35: Forest Scepter
“Thunder Burst!”
An eye for an eye.
A searing, stinging sensation hit Yan Xujia’s face instantly.
Yan Xujia: “?”
Audience: “??”
Referee Room, Waiting Room: “???”
“Boom, boom, boom, boom—”
This time, it was Yan Xujia’s turn to be chased by a terrifying thunderous storm, appearing somewhat disheveled from the surprise attack.
The previously calmed audience erupted in an uproar once again.
Chen Xingdao and Freya both stood up. Freya’s beautiful eyes flickered, and she kept muttering that she hadn’t misjudged him.
Chen Xingdao’s hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he also mumbled strange words, “This child is terrifyingly strong…”
Panda, the little chubby figure, stood by the window. Seeing the scene in the arena, his expression remained indifferent, unchanged.
“Aren’t you surprised?” Zhao Jie was astonished himself. He looked at Panda with some curiosity.
Panda shook his head, “It’s unexpected, yet it’s within reason. Xia Feng’s talent is indeed extremely high, but a genius who cannot grow will eventually blend in with the crowd.”
Zhao Jie sat back in his seat. He understood Panda’s meaning. Although the talent Xia Feng was now displaying was terrifyingly strong, in the face of more unreasonable Spirit Artifacts, Xia Feng’s talent was simply not enough.
“It’s time to end this battle.”
Panda pushed up his reflective glasses, intending to completely crush Xia Feng’s will with this battle, making him remember this humiliating fear for life!
Even if he were a genius, he would forever be dominated by the fear of today, making it difficult for him to advance further.
“Dong—”
The fourth chime of the arena clock.
This signaled that one minute had passed in the duel.
Some people in the audience turned pale at this, as they had bet on Xia Feng losing within 58-59 seconds, and now they had lost everything.
“Go, go!” Mushroom watched Xia Feng grow stronger, secretly cheering him on with excitement. She felt inexplicably pleased, especially seeing the surprised reactions of those around her.
“Boom—”
With the final thunderclap, the thunder domain constructed by Minsheng Five Thunders completely dispersed, leaving behind lingering red lightning sparks crackling in the smoke-filled air.
“Xia Feng, I have to admit, you do have some talent.”
Yan Xujia emerged from the gray mist.
“But that’s all.”
He casually unbuttoned a button on his collar, tugged at his collar as if feeling hot, twisted his neck left and right, and gave a charming smile, “The warm-up ends here.”
“…” Xia Feng stared at him with dead fish eyes, silently watching his slightly chuunibyo, almost greasy, cool act.
However, Xia Feng was too lazy to comment. He didn’t seize this opportunity to attack either, just stood still.
Because Yan Xujia’s demeanor suggested he was finally about to activate his Spirit Artifact?
He had long heard that Yan Xujia’s Spirit Artifact Level was C-class, but its amplification effect on combat power was better than some B-grade ones, which was the true reason for his invincibility among peers.
Xia Feng couldn’t help but feel a bit of anticipation. This was the first Spirit Artifact he intended to copy, and it was a rare C-class Spirit Artifact. He wondered what its abilities would be.
As the smoke and dust completely dissipated, over a dozen micro-drones in the sky, presumably products of Spirit Science, were unharmed and circled the arena in all directions, diligently monitoring the battle situation.
The audience seemed to sense something and widened their eyes, focusing intently. On the giant screen, the charming noble raised his right hand slightly and murmured solemnly:
“Scepter!”
Spirit Energy unsealing, constructing a Spirit Artifact, is called Spirit Unsealing.
As dark green light outlines formed, a tree-shaped pattern appeared on his backhand and suddenly lit up! A dark brown wooden scepter inlaid with green gems appeared in his palm.
“Summon soldiers!”
With a command, the green light instantly rippled out from the scepter, engulfing the entire arena and forming a massive domain. *Crack, crack—*
It was the crisp sound of tree trunks breaking, continuous.
Xia Feng looked around in confusion. The ground, completely covered by the green light flow, began to sprout wooden arms from the earth, their strong fingers gripping into the soil. *Crack, crack—*
A dark brown wooden figure nearly two meters tall crawled out stiffly with its head lowered. Behind it, more and more wooden figures straightened up. They had no faces, and a total of ten expressionless wooden figures stared at Xia Feng.
“This…”
This scene felt somewhat familiar?
“Master, where is the enemy?”
Beside Yan Xujia stood a female wooden figure wearing a general’s uniform. It also had no face but seemed to possess basic intelligence.
Yan Xujia pointed the scepter at Xia Feng. The female general’s eyes immediately lit up with a pair of red irises and she abruptly turned her head towards Xia Feng, her gaze filled with cold killing intent.
This was Yan Xujia’s Spirit Artifact, the Forest Scepter, which had the ability to turn wood into soldiers.
!
These eleven soldiers were all wooden soldiers he had painstakingly accumulated and animated over the years. Although they couldn’t use Spirit Robes and lacked human intelligence, each wooden soldier possessed terrifying defensive capabilities, combat instincts, and even martial arts techniques.
The so-called martial arts techniques were not the common ones of mortals, but transcendent martial arts techniques like Instant Step, Bone Fist, and Inverted Mountain.
Therefore, his tactical routine was to first clash with the enemy’s ultimate Spirit Robe moves. When their Spirit Pressure was almost depleted, he would unseal his Spirit Energy, summon soldiers, and overwhelm them with close-quarters combat, often leaving them unable to function.
“Form ranks!”
At the female general’s low command, the ten wooden soldiers snapped to attention, standing rigidly without any stiffness.
Xia Feng’s eyelids twitched, “This is the Forest Scepter… what kind of ability is this?”
The audience outside held their breath, as they had understood Yan Xujia’s intention.
“This is going to be a fight to the death for Xia Feng.”
“Tsk tsk~ This is interesting. Let’s see how this guy copes this time.”
“How can he cope? Unless he also has a C-class Spirit Artifact, heh~ but does he?”
“Target: Destroy enemy will.” The female general’s voice was dry and indifferent. She raised her palm and waved forward, commanding, “Attack!”
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—*
The ten faceless wooden soldiers instantly vanished from their original positions, appearing around Xia Feng in the blink of an eye like ninjas.
Yan Xujia stood with his hands behind his back, smiling calmly, his eyes filled with a hint of teasing.
Next, it would be this surname Xia’s hellish moment! According to his plan, a wooden figure would cover Xia Feng’s mouth and eyes, and another would restrain his limbs, preventing Xia Feng from giving any surrender commands through lip-reading, eye contact, gestures, or even footsteps.
As long as specific special match rules were not triggered, Xia Feng would be at his mercy.
A duel was limited to five minutes. He had a full three minutes to torment Xia Feng, which was ample time. He had already thought of several interesting torture methods.
For example, accidentally castrating this surname Xia. The thought flashed through Yan Xujia’s mind, and his eyes grew even more playful.
*Bang—*
Just as Xia Feng dodged an encircling attack, a wooden soldier, which had appeared behind him imperceptibly, kicked him flying into the sky.
Xia Feng, in mid-air, was wide open with numerous flaws. The other wooden soldiers all looked up.
The audience outside unconsciously held their breath, and the world seemed to pause at this moment.
Yan Xujia’s lips slowly curved upwards.
Xia Feng also showed an excited smile.
Replication opportunity: Touch the target Spirit Artifact, or be attacked by the target Spirit Artifact.
Completed!
