Chapter 8: To Taste Shame
"Stop right there!"
Beichen's repeated rejections made the conceited and arrogant boy completely furious.
This short-sighted... short-sighted woman!
What? Why is she so nice to that worthless mass-produced stuff? Why doesn't she look down on him at all?! Doesn't she know how much he's hindered her abilities?!
Compared to him, a dignified Four-Wheeled Yeyue, she actually chose a weapon that no one would want if it was thrown on the side of the road! ?
What a joke!!
The more Ling Shuang thought about it, the angrier he became. He had never been treated like this before in his life. He completely lost his mind. A blue light flashed in his hand, and a beautiful and luxurious spear appeared in his hand. He raised the spear and stabbed it towards Xiang Ying's neck!
"Towards the Shadow!!"
Beichen lunged sideways and knocked Xiang Ying backwards. At the same time, Xiang Ying, who had sensed the attack, hugged Beichen and used her body as a shield to protect her as she fell to the ground, narrowly avoiding the tip of the gun. The next second, Beichen left Xiang Ying's arms and rolled on the ground. Her seemingly slender legs swept up a gust of wind and kicked a small stool near her towards Ling Shuang!
"snort!"
Ling Shuang shook the tip of the gun and pierced the stool into chips. Taking advantage of this gap, Xiang Ying quickly transformed the weapon into Beichen's hand. With the long sword in his hand, Beichen seemed like a different person in an instant. Holding the sword, he stood with his feet forward and backward and lowered his center of gravity. The airtight defensive aura shocked everyone present.
Does this almost flawless standing posture really belong to a Lingwusi holding a tattered long sword?
"ha!"
Beichen didn't give Ling Shuang a chance to be stunned. He shouted, took a step forward, and took the initiative to attack.
She was not a person who liked to stir up trouble, but now that she was in trouble, if she didn't solve it thoroughly, everyone in this town would treat her as a soft persimmon in the future.
Winning or losing is not the problem. In fact, she never thought she could beat a four-wheeled Yeyue seed, but at least she wanted to tell everyone around her that she would resist!
This is the way to survive in this world that values martial arts. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. She has no choice but to follow them!
Then, her attack once again left everyone in the guild dumbfounded—
A simple sweep, a simple forward thrust, a simple upward slash, a simple dodge, block, and then counterattack.
All she used were the most basic of the basics, that is, the techniques granted by the lowest-level longsword inscriptions. However, these simple longsword techniques, which could not be simpler, were able to firmly block the attack of a Yeyue species whose power should have been several times greater than theirs.
It was a plain sweep, but it aimed precisely at the most vulnerable part of the neck;
The straight forward thrust was able to perfectly avoid the gorgeous ice-blue spear tip and go straight to the enemy's heart;
With a flip of his wrist, the sword blade drew a perfect strip of afterglow in the air, and it stuck to the gun body like a snake. Then he turned his hand and slammed forward, causing Ling Shuang's palm to feel numb!
Yes, it was indeed a poor weapon, but her understanding of it was astonishingly high. She could estimate the sword's attack range with her eyes closed, and instinctively estimate the time required for a swing without calculation. Therefore, she could block and dodge accurately, coordinating the length of the sword, nimbly jumping and walking, and accurately and extremely quickly calculating the blind spots and blind spots caused by the difference in attack range between the sword and the spear.
A three-pointed quantitative weapon, in the hands of this girl, used basic attacks as notes to play a gorgeous war song!
All the spectators held their breath involuntarily, and Ling Shuang, who was at a slight disadvantage, was so angry that his face turned red, and even his spear skills became sloppy, allowing Bei Chen on the opposite side to attack his weaknesses fiercely, making him panic.
The crowd was silent. They must have had countless questions and were shocked by the tacit cooperation between Beichen and Xiang Ying.
Only Beichen and Xiangying knew that this was the most precious and easily overlooked advantage gained from carrying the Three-Eyed Quantized Seed, not relying on any weapons, constantly facing life-threatening dangers, and maintaining a high level of vigilance while continuously hunting 580 Level 3 Possessed Moons.
Basics and experience!
What does it matter if the weapon is advanced? If you can't hit the target, it's meaningless;
So what if it's harder and has higher attack power? With skillful fighting, you can completely avoid these disadvantages.
So what if they had precious bloodline? Under this tacit understanding of merging themselves with the other party, bloodline was nothing but pale in comparison!
"Damn it!! Is there anyone who wants to be my temporary user? If you defeat this woman, I'll give you over 100,000!"
Ling Shuang, who was almost doomed to fail, fended off Bei Chen's attack while jumping back a few steps, temporarily evacuating Bei Chen's attack range.
Beichen on the side did not pursue - the enemy was very strong, and she used all her strength in every move. Now her physical strength was almost exhausted, and she had to seize every second to rest.
"Master, take this opportunity to retreat!"
"Yeah, that's right... a wise man never suffers a loss in front of him!"
But before Beichen could even lift his foot, a murderous aura completely different from before came from the opposite side!
Looking closely, Ling Shuang had turned back into the form of a spear, and the person holding the spear was a burly man wearing dark red light armor and a black windbreaker.
He had light grey hair that stood up, narrow black eyes that flashed with a fierce light, an angular and weathered face, and his body was wrapped tightly from head to toe like an ascetic. However, the light armor and windbreaker could not hide the obvious and even exaggerated muscle curves.
"……Who are you?"
Beichen thought to himself that something was wrong and asked loudly while panting.
"Gu Yinyue."
A slightly hoarse male voice came from the other person's mouth. For a moment, Beichen even felt that the other person was a talking wolf.
"Gu Yinyue!? That third-level phantom warrior?!"
The crowd suddenly exploded.
"That guy known as 'Silver Moon of the Hooked Life'? No way, what is he doing in such a remote place?!"
"Wait, Brother Yin Yue, if this is really you, that's really not fair, right? Teaming up with a Four-Wheeled Yeyue Clan to bully a little girl with a broken sword? If people get to know you, they'll die of laughter, okay?"
I don’t know if it’s because Beichen’s performance just now impressed everyone, but some people started to feel sorry for her.
"Yeah, yeah, a famous person like you wouldn't care about 100,000 riyals, right? I can't stand it anymore—"
"I don't care about money."
Gu Yinyue interrupted the surrounding noise with a cold voice, and raised the long spear Lingshuang that was flashing with cold light towards Beichen.
"I am very interested in your martial arts. Please fight me."
"Uh—"
"Please enlighten me."
“Woo!?”
Regardless of Beichen's agreement or not, Gu Yinyue thrust his spear forward. This thrust was completely different from Ling Shuang's attack just now. It was filled with overwhelming murderous intent and lightning-fast speed, as if it was about to split the air. With the whistling sound of the wind, it was like an ice-blue purple lightning, piercing straight into Beichen's chest.
Beichen awkwardly turned his body and used Xiangying to push away the spear tip, but his hands were hurt by the immense strength of the arm. In front of this man, the reflex dodging ability trained by countless possessed moon envoys seemed to be suspended in an instant, like fish on a chopping board.
The tip of the spear spun around and attacked again. This time there was no time to dodge. Beichen groaned and used Xiang Ying to block the tip of the spear. A trace of blood flowed from her tiger's mouth and dripped onto Xiang Ying's sword. It was not over yet. Gu Yinyue retracted the tip of the spear, took a deep breath, then stretched his arms and launched a series of stabbings in the direction of Beichen!
"Owner!!!"
Xiang Ying roared in rage, and actually took action on his own, blocking madly with Beichen's arm. With Ling Shuang's final attack, Xiang Ying's sword made a subtle and ominous crisp sound!
If he gets hit again, Xiang Ying's sword might break! !
Beichen was so frightened that his face turned pale. He ignored the opponent's attack and pulled Xiang Ying back, holding him in his arms. Then, he was hit by a heavy stab on the shoulder, flew backwards, and was nailed to the wall!
“Master────!!!!”
Xiang Ying slipped from Beichen's arms and turned back into human form before she hit the ground. Her eyes turned red and her face was distorted horribly. She didn't know whether she should pull the spear off Beichen's shoulder. She was gasping for breath in a hurry, and the healing white light on her palm hit Beichen's shoulder one after another.
"It's okay, don't worry, Xiangying."
As she spoke, she extended a hand soothingly, letting Xiang Ying hold it. Then she turned to look at Gu Yinyue:
"I lost. You are very strong, Mr. Gu Yinyue."
"...The last blow was caused by the gun being released without my permission. I had no intention of hurting you."
Gu Yinyue gave an irrelevant explanation, then turned around and threw a few gold coins to the union receptionist huddled in the corner.
"Compensation for the damaged supplies, and by the way, call a spiritual warrior with healing weapons over immediately."
The front desk lady nodded blankly and ran away with the gold coins. Not long after, a middle-aged man appeared with a girl in a goose yellow dress. The girl screamed when she saw Beichen nailed to the wall, turned her head to look at the man behind her, and after getting a look of tacit approval, she ran to Beichen, put her hands on her hips, and yelled at the spear on the wall.
"Ling Shuang, you're going too far, aren't you? Don't think that just because you're a member of the Yeyue clan, everyone will pamper you! Get down here now!"
“…”
Perhaps because she knew she was in the wrong, Ling Shuang did not say anything. She just turned into a blue light and changed back into human form. Then she looked at Beichen who fell to the ground with a complicated expression.
Xiang Ying immediately supported Beichen with a distressed look, and hit the ground with her hand in self-blame.
"Are you her weapon? Don't be sad. Losing to Ling Shuang is not shameful. Don't worry, I'm a pure healer. I'll return you to a lively and energetic master in no time!"
The girl winked at Xiang Ying playfully, then her expression stern and she placed her hands on Beichen's shoulders. For a moment, brilliant golden light condensed in her hands, and the bloody hole on Beichen's shoulder slowly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
About ten minutes passed, and the girl finally let out a long sigh. Beichen's shoulders were as smooth as before, and there was no trace of his hand at all.
"Thanks."
Beichen smiled weakly at the girl. The light in her hand was warm, and receiving her treatment felt very comfortable.
“It’s okay, it’s okay!”
The girl smiled and cooperated with Xiang Ying to help her up.
"But remember to learn your lesson. Next time you see that arrogant Ling Shuang, remember to avoid him. He has a terrible temper!"
"Pinhua, shut up!!"
Ling Shuang's expression, which had finally relaxed, immediately tensed again.
"Tsk, just shut up. If you didn't always cause trouble, Uncle Allen and I wouldn't be able to make so much money."
The girl warrior named Pinhua made a face at Ling Shuang while speaking, then turned to look at Beichen.
"You have a very pleasant smell. If you get hurt in the future, remember to come here and find me. I will do my best to treat you."
"Okay, I feel so comfortable being treated by you. I can't help but want to get hurt on purpose."
"Hahaha, what are you talking about? Brother Changjian here will be very distressed!"
The two girls started chatting as if they were old friends. Pinhua chattered and jumped in front of her, while Beichen looked at Pinhua with a bright smile. This expression made Ling Shuang, who was standing aside, snort loudly again.
"Hello!"
Ling Shuang finally couldn't help but speak.
"What? You want to get away with small talk? Don't forget to greet me, though?"
As soon as Ling Shuang said this, almost everyone in the union, including Gu Yinyue, Pinhua, Xiang Ying, and even the front desk lady not far away, looked at him with an expression that was almost contemptuous.
Beichen was a little puzzled by this strange atmosphere, and then turned to ask Xiang Ying:
"Xiang Ying, what does salute... mean?"
"...Because the Heyang Kingdom had a law that prohibited the use of weapons to the point of death in a consensual fight, the people developed an unwritten rule of 'ceremonial'. The loser would kneel on one knee before the winner, expressing their submission and requesting the winner to relinquish their right to pursue and kill... This was called 'ceremonial'."
When Xiang Ying was explaining, Beichen's face turned ashen in an instant, but she only glared at Ling Shuang with hatred for a second, and then lowered her eyes.
"I understand. It is indeed my loss. Let's just bow."
"Owner!!"
"Stop talking, Xiang Ying."
Beichen said, pressing his hand on the mark on his forehead:
"I command you to transform back into your weapon form, Xiang Ying."
"……Owner!!!"
Xiang Ying struggled for a while in the white light, but was still unable to resist the binding force of the contract. He was forced to turn back into a weapon and floated into Beichen's hands.
Then she actually hugged Xiang Ying and half-knelt in front of Ling Shuang in front of everyone.
Seeing this scene, Ling Shuang didn't feel the slightest bit of pleasure: This woman actually ordered her war weapon to transform back into its form just to prevent it from being humiliated!
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Ling Shuang. Please forgive my disrespect and retract your intention to pursue and kill me."
She lowered her eyes and spoke softly in an emotionless tone.
Ling Shuang gritted his teeth and turned his head away - this was not his purpose at all!
Then he snorted heavily and spoke.
"I forgive you, get up."
Beichen stood up holding the sword, and then slowly walked towards the door of the Lingwu Division Union.
"Master, why—"
Xiang Ying's trembling roar came from the sword.
"Xiang Ying, do you still remember what I said to you before we entered the city?"
"──! Master, you mean..."
"Yes, come and repeat it with me, for our own sake."
The black-haired girl holding the sword loosened her hand, then looked up at Xiang Ying who had turned back into human form. The two looked at each other, smiled brightly at each other, and then they spoke together.
“Are you ashamed? Yes.”
"We came here to taste humiliation."
"To remember this feeling that is etched deep into my bones, so that I will never have to experience it again in the future."
"To stop being stepped on, we will work together, risking everything we have, working with all our souls, until we become strong enough to shake the world!!"
At this moment, everyone was silent.
At this moment, everyone withdrew their contempt for the low-level weapon.
At this moment, everyone chose to believe the big words of the two still weak people, without any reason.
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