Chapter 37 37. Being Played Badly
when--
The race bell rang for the sixth time, and there was one minute left.
The fair duel in the center of the battlefield continued with punches and kicks.
The tens of thousands of spectators around were shocked and fell into a long silence.
"What kind of a weird ability is this?"
Finally, someone murmured.
"Did Xia Feng just say 'optimize'?"
"It looks like a temporarily strengthened and copied spiritual weapon. Oh my goodness, I suddenly want him to copy my spiritual weapon."
"Ah? Doesn't your spiritual weapon have basic intelligence?" The person next to him looked strange and suspicious. "You don't have any special hobbies, do you?"
The man's face changed drastically. "Don't talk nonsense. I just want to know what my spiritual weapon looks like after it's been strengthened! Seriously!"
"Okay, okay, I believe you."
"But then again, copy and optimize? Those are two skills, right?"
"It seems to be correct. Only spiritual weapons of grade B and above have two skills, either A or B, depending on how limited its ability is. I think it's most likely A!"
"A or B, is it true or false?"
"Well, in my opinion, a spiritual weapon with the ability to copy can't be of a low level. If it has more restrictions, it must be at least B-level. Tsk~ How enviable."
Zhao Jie stood in front of the window, his gray eyes flickering. He tilted his head to glance at Panda, who had a serious expression on his face. "Little Fatty, it seems you've made a wrong prediction again."
"If Yan Xujia loses, will you really let him go to Southern Xinjiang?"
Panda pursed his lips and looked towards the statue of the God of Justice holding a scale in the distance. Under the gaze of the God of Justice, no one dared to violate the contract, even if they were believers of the Black Moon Goddess.
Originally, Xia Feng was supposed to go to southern Xinjiang.
However, he never expected that Yan Xujia would actually lose?!
Panda secretly clenched his fists, but on second thought, he felt that it was not a big problem.
After all, his primary goal - to attract Xia Feng's hatred and dilute the bond - has been achieved. When the master comes out of seclusion, he will be able to give the master a surprise.
"As for Yan Xujia, let this idiot go to Southern Xinjiang. It's not me who's going there anyway." Panda sneered secretly in his heart.
"bite--"
At this moment, a special prompt sound from the mobile phone rang out and Panda turned around.
Yin had been sitting on the sofa happily drinking milk tea, not caring about the game. At this moment, he glanced at his phone, raised his head and said seriously: "The master has come out of seclusion."
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Seeing Xia Feng's miraculous way of turning the tide of the battle, Freya's beautiful eyes softened. She nodded in satisfaction, tilted her head, and chuckled softly, "Master Chen, now let's see who will win?"
Chen Xingdao didn't say anything, but just stared at Xia Feng in the center of the battlefield with his hands behind his back. After three seconds of silence, he suddenly said in a serious and melodious voice:
"This boy has the potential to become an emperor!"
"." Freya had long been accustomed to Chen Xingdao's strange speaking habits. Although she didn't understand it, she could still roughly understand the meaning of his praise.
Sure enough, my vision was not wrong. Freya was excited, and her desire to accept Xia Feng as her disciple rose again!
It would be exciting to think about such a young genius being trained by her personally to become a big boss!
As Meimei was thinking, she suddenly realized that Chen Xingdao was gone.
Freya turned back in confusion: "Master Chen, where are you going?"
Chen Xingdao opened the door and turned back to explain seriously, "I have to say, I suddenly realized that Xia Feng and I have a great connection!"
Freya's beautiful eyes opened wide.
"Therefore, I have decided to make an exception and accept this boy as my disciple!"
“?!!!” Freya opened her rosy little mouth, and by the time she reacted, Taoist Chen had already waved his hand and left.
"Master Chen, stop right there!" Freya's eyelids twitched, and she was rarely angry, and hurriedly chased after him.
when--
The game bell rang for the seventh time, marking the countdown to only twenty seconds left in the game.
Xia Feng took advantage of the chaos to take away the "Pingshan" pocket watch hanging on Yan Xujia's collar. However, no one saw it because he was surrounded by ten wooden soldiers.
Then he stepped aside and watched quietly the fair duel between ten people and one person in front of him, stroking his chin and nodding with satisfaction. He somewhat liked the feeling of this duel.
It's easy, fair, and he doesn't have to do it himself. Well, it's very suitable for a peace-seeking young man like him.
"Master~Master~"
Selina's soft trembling voice echoed in his ears. Xia Feng thought for a moment, raised his hand to cover his chest, and said in his heart again: "Optimize."
“Eh~uh~~~~~” Selina, with her anthropomorphic emotions, once again sent out a mechanical Boeing and yelled, “No—no!!!”
[Optimizing——]
[Second optimization failed - 19% chance of wood breaking]
Xia Feng frowned. Although the optimization failed, Selena's emotions became more and more varied, and her voice became more and more layered, more like a real person.
He activated his skill again: "Optimize!"
[Optimizing——]
[Third optimization failed - 61% of the wood will be broken]
"It really doesn't work?" Xia Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He thought that it would be like forging equipment, where after the quality is upgraded, it can be upgraded again.
However, it seems that it can only be optimized once, and further optimization will damage the spiritual weapon itself.
But he still didn't believe it.
"optimization!"
"No——wait, wait a minute~~~ Master! Save me~~~~"
Yan Xujia vaguely heard Serena's soft, trembling voice calling out, and his heart ached. How could things have come to this? Bastard! Xia! Feng! I'm going to kill you, you bastard!
[Optimizing——]
[Fourth optimization failed - 99% of the wood will be broken]
"Master, Master~ I'm sorry, Selena was played badly~" The intermittent tremors of the collapse became weaker and weaker. Yan Xujia listened to his heart twitching, and his consciousness gradually collapsed. Damn it, damn it, how could this happen? In his daze, he suddenly felt a trace of regret. If he had known earlier, he would not have provoked
“Bang!!!!”
Xia Feng was just about to optimize for the fifth time, but Selena couldn't bear so many times and collapsed.
The wooden armor covering his entire body exploded and turned into sawdust in the fierce flames, completely disappearing from this world.
Serena is 'dead'.
Xia Feng was also slightly injured.
The audience outside the venue was shocked, but they were not too surprised. B-level and A-level spiritual weapons have more or less some side effects and limitations. There are many cases like this where the spiritual weapon's power suddenly cannot be controlled and explodes.
This time, Yan Xujia lost both his wife and his army. He did not win the game, was exiled to southern Xinjiang, and also lost a wooden general with basic intelligence.
when--
The race bell rang for the eighth time.
"The game is over." A referee appeared out of nowhere in the center of the battlefield. With his calm voice, a powerful spiritual pressure spread out.
Xia Feng and Mu Bing were both unable to move.
The referee came to the unconscious Yan Xujia's side, sniffed his breath, fluttered his eyelids, nodded, stood up, and said in a deep voice: "The winner of this match is Xia Feng!"
The audience was silent for a second, and then thunderous applause broke out. The cheers were like waves, mixed with the screams of "Xia Feng, I want to give birth to a baby for you!" from boys and girls.
Although the result was very unexpected, this wonderful battle did greatly satisfy the audience's emotions. In summary, they became fans of Xia Fenglu.
However, there were also a small number of audience members who sat in their seats with blank expressions.
"I should have known not to bet everything on Yan Xujia! Damn, I lost everything!" someone said in despair.
"Hundred-fold odds! If I bet a little bit, Xia Feng will win."
"It's a pity there's no if. The chance to get rich overnight is gone just like that! Damn it!"
"Hey, that's not right, A-Lin, didn't you say before that you bet ten dollars on Xia Feng to win?"
"Yeah, hehe~ Ten yuan a hundred times, a thousand Imperial Coins!" The boy laughed heartily. "That's awesome! I have 648 in one go!"
"Dad, that leaves three hundred."
"It's my treat!"
"Dad Lin is awesome!"
"Oh my God! Look in the group, someone said that if Xia Feng wins, he will eat shit live!" Suddenly someone exclaimed and stood up.
"Ah? So he is now..."
"Yes! He said he had no merits as a person, and his only merit was honesty, so he live-streamed in the bathroom—"
"No! Don't say it, it makes me sick!"
The crowd was noisy. Xia Feng gave an awkward but polite smile amid the screams and cheers, bowed, and quickly left.
"Boy, stop."
As soon as Xia Feng walked out of the exit passage, he was stopped by a strange man in gray Taoist clothes.
With his hooked nose, slanted eyes, thin cheekbones, and pale face that looked inexplicably gloomy under the dim light, he looked like an evil villain in a novel who loved to laugh strangely.
Xia Feng took a step back cautiously.
Taoist Master Chen was completely unaware of how much his image had caused others to be wary. He grinned, revealing a terrifying smile: "Young man, do you desire power?"
“.”
Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly, and he quickly shook his head: "I'm not thirsty, goodbye!"
Having said that, he took a detour and left.
Taoist Master Chen frowned slightly. Could it be that his smile wasn't sincere enough? As he pondered this, he raised his hands and lifted the corners of his mouth, pulling up a creepy smile.
"Perfect!" After getting ready again, he turned and quickly walked to Xia Feng's side, saying in a deep voice as he walked: "Young man, I see that you have amazing bones and are a natural swordsman. Why don't you follow me, an old Taoist, to practice sword skills and spiritual clothes?"
You are a bitch, your whole family is a bitch! Xia Feng glanced at her, "Who are you?"
"Oh yes, this is a business card—"
A black business card was handed over.
Xia Feng took a look and saw it clearly written on it -
[Captain Chen Xingdao, the Seventh Squad of the Imperial Holy Department]
[Honorary Professor of Sword Spirit Studies at Imperial Weiyang Academy]
【President of the Sunflower Sword Research Association】
【Contact number: 139******】
【.】
Although Xia Feng didn't know what the Sunflower Sword Style was, the first two names were quite impressive.
Not only a beast, but also a captain-level figure? He seemed to be on the same level as Teacher Fu. Xia Feng stopped and asked, "From what you said, you want to take me as your disciple?"
"Exactly. I just watched your match. The spiritual robe you released was perfect in both its starting form and spiritual particle structure. Your basic fighting skills are also very solid, making it very suitable for learning difficult sword techniques! How about it? Xia Feng, I'm also a professor of sword spirit studies. Follow me—"
"reject."
Before Chen Xingdao could finish his words, a bright broadsword suddenly crossed his neck. A mature female voice, emitting a terrifying aura, spoke coldly from behind him, "Master Chen, are you trying to steal my apprentice from me?"
Xia Feng was shocked. He was clearly facing Chen Xingdao, but he didn't notice that a red-haired woman appeared behind Chen Xingdao.
He looked closely and found that the person was Freya.
However, Freya's expression at this moment was completely devoid of her usual gentleness. Her loose martial arts uniform moved without wind, and the moment her terrifying spiritual pressure unfolded, Xia Feng seemed to see a tigress looking down at all living beings with indifferent eyes.
Chen Xingdao's body stiffened for a moment, his gloomy eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "So the disciple that the Sword Demon mentioned earlier was Xia Feng?"
"That's right." Freya said confidently.
"Eh? Wait! Teacher Fu, I haven't agreed to be your apprentice yet!" Xia Feng said hurriedly.
Freya's face froze.
Chen Xingdao's eyes lit up instantly. He calmly moved his fingers away from the blade and turned back to say, "So it was just the Blade Demon's wishful thinking. That's easy to say."
"." Freya narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, but seemed to suddenly remember something. She slowly put down the knife and stopped blocking.
"Friend Xia Feng, I will soon be a fourth-level spiritual master, while Captain Fu will have to linger at the third level for a long time. It's obvious who to choose as your master, right?"
"Ah?" Xia Feng looked at the big knife across Chen Xingdao's neck in surprise. Why do you look like you don't dare to fight with Teacher Fu?
"How about it, my friend Xia Feng, are you willing to join my Sunflower Sword Sect?"
"Sunflower Sword Sect?" Xia Feng looked puzzled.
"That's right!" Taoist Master Chen said confidently with a serious look in his eyes. "The B-grade spiritual garment, the Sunflower Sword Style, has the ability to dispel evil and dispel misfortune. Its power is even comparable to many A-grade spiritual garments. Moreover, I have vaguely discovered a method to improve it into an A-grade spiritual garment. Now I am only one step away from it. I just don't know where it went wrong. Hmm, I have gone too far~"
He looked at me seriously with a hint of anticipation in his slightly feminine, gloomy eyes. "How is it? Before learning this method, you only need to cut off two ounces of meat from your crotch. I believe that with your talent, you will be able to carry this method forward—"
"Puchi~" Freya stood aside and listened silently. When she heard this, she really couldn't hold it in and laughed softly.
Taoist Chen frowned and sneered, "Sword Demon, what are you laughing at? Do you think that young friend Xia Feng is as vulgar as you?"
Xia Feng: “.”
Freya ignored Chen Xingdao. She just curled her lips and looked at Xia Feng gently with her beautiful eyes: "Xiao Xia, what do you think? Do you want to learn sword from him, or learn knife from Teacher Fu?"
Taoist Chen also turned his head with an expectant look on his face.
Sorry, I'm just an ordinary person. Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly, and he bowed to the man in the Taoist robe: "Ahem~ Taoist Master Chen, to be honest, my biggest dream is to marry a beautiful wife."
Hearing this, Chen Xingdao frowned, feeling somewhat disappointed. He had originally thought that such a genius would be a fellow devotee of Taoism, but he had not expected that he would still be burdened by the filth of this world.
He doesn't understand what's good about sleeping with a woman?
Is it better to sleep with Jianjian? Jianjian is his sword, and he usually likes to sleep with the sword in his arms. Isn't it more interesting than sleeping with a woman?
"So, you agree to be my disciple?" Freya smiled happily.
(End of this chapter)
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