Wilderness Tempering

Several hundred kilometers west of Jiangnan Base City stood a military district garrison.

With a rumble, a train slowly pulled into the military district station. Then, Martial Artists emerged in twos and threes.

"Wang Yi, that's the Martial Artist Supply Base up ahead."

Wang Yi raised his head and clearly saw a towering iron structure ahead, fifty or sixty meters tall.

Zhao Wei, another member of the squad, sighed with emotion. "Every military district in the world sets aside a special area to build one of these towers. We Martial Artists can resupply and rest here. It symbolizes a guiding beacon in the Wilderness Area, lighting our way home."

Wang Yi nodded and followed the five members of Storm Squad into the Martial Artist Supply Base.

Along the way, he picked up many things he had never known about in the peaceful Base City.

Inside the Martial Artist Supply Base stood rows of quiet three-story buildings. One of them was Building D3.

"Alright, let's rest here for a while. We'll set off for our destination at eight tonight." Captain Jiang Feng set down his heavy shield and warhammer, producing a deep thud. He rolled his neck and smiled at the team members beside him.

"By the way, Wang Yi, do you use dual blades?" Liu Xunyi curiously looked at the two battle blades on Wang Yi's back.

"That's right." Wang Yi tossed his tactical backpack to the floor, then undid the buckle on the specially made straps attached to the scabbards. With a soft click, the weight on his body vanished, and the two battle blades weighing over a hundred kilograms each dropped from his back. Wang Yi casually caught them.

"Good lord." Zhao Wei's eyes brightened slightly when he saw the two battle blades in Wang Yi's hands, their streamlined designs filled with aesthetic beauty. "A6-model Flowing Fire Battle Blades? They cost 25 million each at full price! You actually bought two?"

The people elsewhere in the room all turned to look at once when they heard Zhao Wei.

Although they had seen Wang Yi carrying two battle blades before, they had not paid much attention. They had assumed they were, at most, ordinary Warrior-level weapons, or perhaps entry-level Wargod-level weapons.

Who would have thought they were the expensive A6-model Flowing Fire Battle Blades, worth 25 million each?

These were weapons normally used by Wargod-level experts!

The two of them together cost 50 million!

Everyone else gathered around, including Captain Jiang Feng.

Zhao Wei even picked up one of the Flowing Fire Battle Blades Wang Yi had tossed on the floor. Feeling its extraordinary weight, he was slightly shocked. "It really is an A6 Flowing Fire Battle Blade."

For Martial Artists of different strength levels, the stronger they were, the more material their weapons generally used, the more valuable they were, and the heavier they became.

For Wargod-level Martial Artists, whose physical strength had already reached over ten thousand kilograms, it was common for their weapons to weigh several hundred kilograms, as long as it did not affect their performance.

The shield and large hammer Captain Jiang Feng carried probably weighed seven or eight hundred kilograms combined, if not more.

Wang Yi's A6-model Flowing Fire Battle Blades were incomparably sharp and could easily tear through the bodies of even High-level Beast General level monsters. Each blade also weighed over two hundred kilograms. As far as Martial Artists were concerned, anyone who had just passed the Quasi-Warrior Assessment could swing one easily enough. Of course, whether they could wield it perfectly was another matter.

"Let me see."

"Damn, it really is an A6 Flowing Fire Battle Blade!"

"Even at a discount, it must cost tens of millions, right?"

"Wang Yi, you're incredible."

The members of Storm Squad all clicked their tongues in admiration.

Clang! Zhao Wei gripped the hilt and lightly drew the blade. A clear ring sounded as it left its sheath, and a blood-red gleam flashed forth, instantly illuminating the entire spacious living room.

The battle blade was roughly a meter long. Its broad, curved shape resembled a crescent moon, while its blade was narrower than those of other types of swords, around three to four centimeters wide. A fuller ran down its center. The pommel was neither large nor spherical, merely bending downward at a right angle, while the guard was cross-shaped.

Cold light flickered across the blade, so clear that it could easily reflect the fine hairs on a person's face. An invisible, chilling murderous aura spread from its surface.

Jiang Feng was somewhat astonished. "You actually bought two Flowing Fire Battle Blades. How much starting capital did Limit Martial Arts School give you?"

Ordinary Martial Artists who joined Limit Martial Arts School received only one million in starting capital, along with a villa.

Some specially recruited Martial Artists with high potential might receive more starting capital than ordinary Martial Artists, but there was still a limit. By Jiang Feng's estimate, ten or twenty million would have been the maximum.

Yet Wang Yi's two battle blades alone likely cost more than thirty million.

Even Jiang Feng was startled. Just how much starting capital had Wang Yi received?

The free quota for purchasing Secret Manuals and starting capital were two separate things. That free quota could only be used to buy Secret Manuals, not anything else.

Starting capital, however, could be used to purchase anything.

"Not much. Just a hundred million," Wang Yi said.

He truly did not think it was much. After all, he had joined the Elite Training Camp.

And as his performance grew more monstrous, the terms of his contract would change as well, just like Luo Feng in the original story.

"A hundred million?!"

"Seriously?"

The members of Storm Squad were all stunned, their eyes wide.

Though they were all Wargod-level Martial Artists, after struggling through the Wilderness Area for an entire year, earning several tens of millions was already considered good.

Only when they were extremely lucky enough to encounter some exceptionally valuable and precious monster materials, then successfully kill those monsters, could they make a fortune. In those cases, they might earn a hundred million in a single year!

Normally, perhaps only the strongest member of the entire squad, Captain Jiang Feng, could earn over a hundred million a year.

But that was money they earned by risking their lives!

Compared to Wang Yi, who had done nothing but join Limit Martial Arts School and been given a hundred million in starting capital, the difference was like heaven and earth.

"I say, kid, what kind of contract did you sign with Limit Martial Arts School? Your starting capital alone is a hundred million!" Li Hao exclaimed.

Wang Yi merely smiled faintly without explaining.

Captain Jiang Feng also looked at Wang Yi in admiration. "You're really something, kid. Tell us, just how far has your physical fitness reached?"

"Probably... around entry-level Wargod physical fitness."

Wang Yi blinked. After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately chose not to tell them his true physical fitness level.

Even so, it was enough to shock the people of Storm Squad.

After all, Wang Yi was only Eighteen Years Old, a student who had just graduated from high school, yet he already possessed entry-level Wargod physical fitness.

They did not suspect Wang Yi was lying, because once they started fighting later, everything would become clear.

"Entry-level Wargod..." Zhao Wei's face twitched as he looked at Wang Yi as though he were looking at a monster. "You really are a freak. You're already Wargod-level at eighteen. When I was your age, I wasn't even an Advanced Martial Arts Student."

"No wonder Limit Martial Arts School treasures you so much. A genius really is a genius."

"Incredible!"

After learning of Wang Yi's physical fitness, Storm Squad's attitude toward him changed instantly.

After all, with Wang Yi's monstrous talent and age, becoming a War God would likely be effortless.

A War God—almost every Martial Artist's dream, and the ultimate destination of most Martial Artists.

How many War Gods could a single Base City have? Every one of them was a major figure!

And Wang Yi had the qualifications to become a War God!

And they were teaming up with a future War God!

"Hahaha..." Captain Jiang Feng laughed happily. "Wang Yi, you actually kept this from us. You're already a Wargod, yet you never told us. Now Storm Squad is once again a Martial Artist squad made entirely of Wargod-level members!"

The others in the living room laughed as well. Wasn't that exactly right?

Captain Jiang Feng's eyes gleamed. "Originally, I planned to take Wang Yi around some ordinary towns near the military district for a bit of action. But since Wang Yi is already a Wargod, ordinary towns are no longer suitable for his training. We might be able to take a risk and head deeper into the Wilderness Area."