Martial Master

"What do you want then? You can't expect me to forge a precious weapon for you on the spot, right? I have limited time and no patience for your nonsense. Move aside!"

Qin Chen's face darkened.

What's going on? I've explained everything so clearly, but this Leng Mo is still being unreasonable. This is just too much.

"Hmph, it's not that I'm being difficult, but how can you prove what you're saying is right?!"

"Prove?"

Qin Chen was speechless. He had explained so clearly, yet he still needed to prove it. Any craftsman should know that what he said was true.

He glanced at the rusty sword in his hand and suddenly had an idea.

"How about this, I have a proposal."

Raising the rusty iron sword, he said, "Let's have a competition between your forged precious weapon and this iron sword in my hand to see which one is sturdier. If your precious weapon breaks, stop being unreasonable and make way immediately. How about it?"

Silence!

The previously bustling second floor suddenly fell silent.

Is this for real?

Did I hear wrong?

This kid wants to pit his rusty sword against the second-tier precious weapon made by Master Leng Mo? To see whose weapon is sturdier?

What a joke!

Everyone knew that the rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand was just obtained from a treasure gamble. It was covered in rust, with almost no smooth surface visible, having long lost its original appearance over time.

Such a broken sword would probably break chopping wood, let alone compete with Master Leng Mo’s second-tier precious weapon.

Is Qin Chen crazy?

"What did you say?"

The originally furious Leng Mo nearly exploded upon hearing Qin Chen's words.

Pitting a rusty sword against his second-tier precious weapon was incredibly insulting. Even if he won, there was no glory in it.

Doesn't that suggest his precious weapon is only comparable to such a broken sword?

"What? Didn't you understand? You said I couldn’t prove it, so testing two precious weapons against each other would make it clear at a glance. If your precious weapon breaks, it proves the quality is ordinary. If mine breaks, it proves I was talking nonsense. You're supposed to be a second-tier craftsman, yet you don't understand such a simple principle? Or are you afraid to compare?"

Qin Chen glanced sideways at Leng Mo, wearing an expression of doubt.

"Afraid of your sister!"

Leng Mo was almost spitting blood from anger, wondering what there was to be afraid of.

"Fine, since you want to compare like this, I’ll grant your wish. Let’s see what you’ll say afterwards!"

With a flick, Leng Mo picked up the Ice Glass Sword and vigorously infused it with true energy.

Boom!

The Ice Glass Sword suddenly burst into radiant white light, with freezing coldness sweeping the hall like a snowstorm, forcing the crowd to retreat in shock.

"What terrifying cold!"

"My internal true energy is almost frozen."

"No wonder it's a second-tier precious weapon made by Master Leng Mo. How could such a weapon break in battle? Qin Chen must be talking nonsense."

The crowd was astounded. The cold emitted by the Ice Glass Sword made everyone serious and solemn.

"Heh, kid, take this!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Leng Mo shouted angrily. For better effect, he didn't hold back at all, pushing his Earth-level true energy to its peak as he swung the Ice Glass Sword down hard on the rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand.

Bang!

Intense coldness surged, transforming into a tornado that rushed to the ceiling, causing everyone to draw a sharp breath.

Crack!

At the same time, the sound of shattering rang clearly in everyone's ears.

"Hahaha, kid, what do you have to say now? Daring to compare precious weapons with me, it’s like an old man hanging himself—courting death!"

In the cold wind, Leng Mo laughed wantonly.

The frustration that had been weighing on him seemed to be instantly released, as he laughed without restraint. But as he laughed, the atmosphere in the hall became inexplicably eerie, as if something bad was happening.

Turning his head, he found Qin Chen looking at him coldly, as if he were watching a clown.