Martial Craftsman

Cultivator Hao did not agree immediately, but observed first.

Ao Pan hunched his chest and bent his back like Old Ape, moving forward at a leisurely pace.

His posture was unhurried, yet he still held the leading position. He had already acquired five Bronze Artifacts.

However, the Bronze Whip he was most skilled with had worn down too severely and was no longer in use.

What he used most was a Bronze Staff.

Ao Pan possessed a deep foundation in martial arts and could wield all Eighteen Kinds of Weapons.

Tie Zheng stood in second place.

This Golden Core Level Martial Cultivator was currently collecting his fifth Bronze Artifact.

Four weapons circled around him: a Bronze Saber, sword, spear, and sickle.

They worked together in perfect tacit coordination, advancing and retreating with ease. From time to time, they unleashed chained moves or combined attacks.

Tie Zheng wore a Bronze Beast Mask, and his attainments in controlling objects with divine sense were not inferior in the slightest to those of a Mechanism Cultivator at the same cultivation level!

Lu Zeng was in third place.

Holding a Bronze Spear, he had just begun fighting his fifth Bronze Saber.

He took turns wielding four weapons, including a Bronze Hammer.

The Bronze Saber's saber arts had reached the realm of Formless Beats Form. It suddenly slashed over, appearing utterly plain and unremarkable, yet Lu Zeng was caught at a weak point.

He could only sigh, release the Bronze Spear, and roll away to evade the blade.

He clenched empty air with both hands and smashed toward the Bronze Saber.

In an instant, the Bronze Hammer that had been floating beside him flew into his hands of its own accord.

Bang.

He did not strike the saber, but he forced it back.

Watching this scene,