In the great hall:
Wanli Sword froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Zhou Qingmei, who had been preparing to flee, was dumbfounded as well:
"I may be formidable enough to fight three opponents."
"But I truly can't beat opponents wielding divine weapons and wearing armor sets!"
Divine weapons?
Armor sets?
Chu Qing had heard of them.
Back in the provincial city, the Cui family had used his blood, hoping to forge a divine weapon.
Though they had never succeeded.
The weapons they forged were already far more powerful than other top-grade weapons.
They only needed one opportunity, or one miracle, to forge a divine weapon.
As a result;
Chu Qing had left in order to enter the Imperial Capital Martial Academy.
Without a stable supply of blood, their chances of success were infinitesimal.
As for armor sets, he had heard the provincial city academy's dean mention them.
That fellow had said he would get Chu Qing a set of armor.
He had said that once they reached the Imperial Capital, he would find him some helpers.
As a result:
There was no armor set in sight.
There were even fewer helpers in sight.
Chu Qing took a deep breath and reversed the Kuron Method.
The next second, his vital blood surged out from his heart and spine, and his shriveled flesh recovered to its peak condition.
With his hands behind his back, he said calmly, "I've heard of divine weapons!"
"I also know about armor sets!"
"I know both things are formidable!"
"But I've never seen them in person!"
"Today, I want to take a look!"
Zhou Qingmei wanted to stop him.
What a joke. Divine weapons and armor sets possessed power far beyond human imagination.
What could Chu Qing possibly use to withstand them?
Above the great