The atmosphere on the training ground was grim and murderous.
Chen Lin slowly drew the longsword at his waist. Its blade was like a pool of autumn water, deep blue light flowing across it beneath the sun, accompanied faintly by the sound of tides.
With a slight flick of his wrist, he angled the sword tip toward the ground. A heavy, dense stream of True Qi naturally spread from him, and even the air around them seemed to turn viscous.
"Please!"
Chen Lin spoke steadily. "This sword is called Sea Overturning. It is a superior treasure weapon and has accompanied me for many years; it has become as obedient as my own arm and fingers. I fear it would be inconvenient to switch to an ordinary weapon. Please forgive me."
His words were both a reminder and a trace of casual pride.
Chen Qing's expression remained calm. He casually swept the Cloud-Coiling Spear aside, its tip pointing from afar at his opponent. "No matter. Senior Brother, please proceed."
As expected, they have deep pockets. They can even equip a disciple who has yet to reach Gang Jin with a superior treasure weapon for personal use.
Uncle Shen had not been wrong. Lin'an Prefecture is rich in mineral resources and closely connected with the Weapon Forging Hall. Their channels for obtaining high-grade weapons are far beyond Yunlin Prefecture's.
"Then excuse me!"
Chen Lin said no more. A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes as he suddenly shot forward.
His steps did not seem fast, yet he moved as though walking upon waves, closing several zhang in the blink of an eye.
The Sea Overturning Sword hummed. Its sword momentum rose—not in a fierce direct thrust, but in layers upon layers of uninterrupted blue arcs, like overlapping billows rolling toward Chen Qing!