Weapons Master

The three enraged tiger demons paid no attention to Yue Wen's false accusation. All they wanted now was to tear the boy to pieces and avenge their brother. Who had time to worry about anything else?

But they would soon learn how to write the word "regret."

"Haah—"

Wrapped in a sky full of Martial Spirit Red Light, Zhao Xing'er raised a great saber over two meters long in her left hand. A green dragon coiled around its shaft, while a red moon was set into its edge. In her right hand, she held a spear over three meters long, its cold gleam brilliant as flowing water and its sharp tip twisting like a dragon or serpent.

With a saber in her left hand and a spear in her right, she moved like a whirlwind, erupting with mighty force and soaring forward. The three tiger demons suddenly felt a chill run down their backs!

"Green Dragon Crescent Blade! Dragon Gallant Silver Spear?!"

Facing her directly, Yue Wen saw it even more clearly. With a single turn of Zhao Xing'er's hands, those divine weapons had appeared in her palms, making him cry out in shock.

This was getting more and more outrageous!

"I'll deal with her!" Suit Tiger roared and turned to meet her.

Earphone Tiger and Black Tiger continued chasing Yue Wen. With the pressure on his side suddenly reduced, he maneuvered around them with one man and one sword. Not only did he hold his ground, but he also found an opening to stab Earphone Tiger again.

Since the fight began, Earphone Tiger had already been wounded by Yue Wen several times. Blood streamed down its tiger hide. Although none of the injuries was fatal, its continued blood loss left it increasingly weak.

The other Black Tiger had not yet transformed. It possessed only ferocity, not technique, and fought like a wild beast. It could not even touch the hem of Yue Wen's clothes.

Without Suit Tiger's overwhelming pressure, these two tiger demons alone were utterly incapable of threatening him.

Suit Tiger, which had turned to fight Zhao Xing'er, was not faring well either.

The two weapons Zhao Xing'er had produced were not merely sharp. Each came with its own matching Martial Dao techniques.

With her left hand, she wielded a domineering saber technique, swinging the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in broad arcs that carved out streaks of moonlight. Its movements were wide and forceful—touch it and you died! With her right hand, she thrust the spear in swift, treacherous attacks, silver light pouring down like a waterfall. One jab meant death!

Precisely because Suit Tiger knew a little about the Martial Dao, it understood how terrifying it was to use two sets of Martial Dao techniques at the same time.

This young-looking woman's comprehension of Cultivation Methods was in no way inferior to that of some renowned Martial Dao Grandmasters!

Terrifying.

The red radiance around her contained immense power, so great that even the tiger demon's tremendous strength dared not clash with it head-on. It felt like the legendary Martial Spirit Red Light, containing a vast and profound Martial Dao True Essence.

The strongest aspect of Martial Spirit Red Light was not the amount of strength it could add. It was its ability to continuously absorb battle experience during combat, making its wielder stronger and stronger.

The more Zhao Xing'er fought, the braver she became, while the tiger demon grew more frightened with every exchange.

Compared to before, she had gained only one additional weapon, yet Zhao Xing'er's combat strength had at least tripled!

How did she still have a second phase?

We were the ugly demons waiting in our lair, while they were the handsome humans who had come knocking. No matter how you looked at it, shouldn't I be the BOSS?

If anyone was going to transform, shouldn't it have been me?!

But Zhao Xing'er did not care about any of that. The Dragon Gallant Silver Spear suddenly sealed off half of Suit Tiger's body, and the Green Dragon Crescent Blade abruptly turned, sweeping out a full moon from the side without leaving a single blind spot. Suit Tiger could only duck and dart behind her, leaving the two sides back-to-back.

Zhao Xing'er suddenly put away the saber in her left hand, gripped the spear with both hands, and thrust backward without even looking!

Horse-Turning Spear!

This fierce thrust was both fast and powerful, accompanied by a whistling wind like a dragon's roar. It was an anticipatory strike, aimed at where the tiger demon would land. The changes she had made earlier had clearly all been part of Zhao Xing'er's plan.

To casually create a fatal trap in the midst of battle—her skill was so seasoned that she seemed to possess a hundred years of Martial Dao experience. Considering the girl's age, the tiger demon wondered whether she had been born from her mother's womb with calluses already covering her fists!

"Die!"

Forced into a dead end by that move, Suit Tiger had nowhere left to dodge. In desperation, it raised its long tail and suddenly wrapped it around the spear shaft.

Zhao Xing'er changed the thrust into a lifting motion, then twisted upward again. With a ripping sound, she severed the tiger's tail!

Her twist had been highly deliberate. The tiger's tail had originally been nearly two meters long, and even after losing more than a meter, it could still have been used. But that twist had nearly cut it off at the root, leaving Suit Tiger with less than twenty centimeters.

That wouldn't be enough for anything later.

Blood sprayed as Suit Tiger leaped forward and fled without daring to look back. Only after rushing four or five meters did it dare turn around and fight again.

Although the base of its rump burned with pain, at least it had kept its life.

This was also a move it had learned from its relative, the gecko: severing its tail to escape. Although a tiger could only use it once in its lifetime, it had indeed worked at this crucial moment.

Across from it, Zhao Xing'er's brows furrowed tightly, as if deeply dissatisfied that she had let it escape. She took up a spear stance in the distance, her aura growing increasingly harmonious. Behind her, Martial Spirit Red Light faintly revealed a long-haired general clad in full armor, its divine might reaching the heavens.

Damn.

How were they supposed to keep fighting?

Their side was losing brothers the longer they fought, while the enemy only grew fiercer. Was she about to manifest a Martial Dao True Body?

Was she really treating them like bosses to farm levels from?

Just as it began to think of retreating, a howl from Black Tiger came from the other side!

"Awooo—"

On the other side, Black Tiger and Earphone Tiger had been pursuing Yue Wen the whole time. Yue Wen merely kept his Flying Sword in front of him, blocking left and right while striking back whenever he found the chance. He had not achieved any major results.

But Earphone Tiger felt its blood continuing to flow and its strength fading. It wanted to end the battle quickly.

Thus, when Yue Wen used the Flying Sword to force it back, it suddenly lunged forward and clamped the Flying Sword between its tiger paws, pulling off a barehanded disarm!

"Little Black, get him!"

Earphone Tiger desperately suppressed the struggling Flying Sword while shouting, hoping to give its companion a chance to win.

Black Tiger charged bravely toward Yue Wen.

Who could have expected Yue Wen not to fear it in the slightest? As the enormous black shadow pounced at him, he charged straight toward it as well, then suddenly performed a Sliding Tackle!

The slide dodged Black Tiger's pounce and switched their positions, while also bringing Yue Wen closer to Earphone Tiger. His control over the Flying Sword grew stronger as well. With a thought from Yue Wen, the sword spun through the air and sliced into the flesh of its tiger paws with a rasping sound.

Earphone Tiger released its grip in pain, and the Flying Sword pierced through its throat in an instant!

Hiss—

Another strand of golden energy entered his body, and Yue Wen collected another Demon Suppressing Coin.

Black Tiger's attack missed. When it turned around, it saw yet another elder brother die horribly. It let out a mournful howl and prepared to charge Yue Wen again in a desperate fight.

But Suit Tiger suddenly appeared behind it, grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, and shouted, "Little Black, we're leaving!"

"Awooo!" Black Tiger seemed unwilling to leave, its tiger eyes filled with fury.

"We're not their match. We'll avenge them another day!" Suit Tiger was the calmest of them all. Even though it was likewise grief-stricken and enraged, it still made the most rational choice.

They wanted to leave, but Zhao Xing'er had no intention of letting them.

"Cowards who flee from battle, leave your heads behind!"

She was truly like a fierce Martial General. With a flash of cold light, she swept out a sky full of silver serpents and charged over murderously.

Even Suit Tiger was frightened by the sight. It immediately lifted Black Tiger by the scruff of its neck. "Move!"

Black Tiger let out an unwilling roar, turned, and leaped away. All four limbs spread wide as it raced toward the depths of the basement, a black whirlwind crashing into the wall.

Boom!

After smashing through the inner wall, it revealed a passageway. Apparently, the tiger demons had prepared an escape route for themselves.

Zhao Xing'er could not catch up. Furious, she watched the tiger demons about to disappear from sight, put away the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear with a flip of her hand, then raised the other hand. A rocket launcher was already resting on her shoulder, aimed at them.

Fire!

Yue Wen pursued them with Sword Control Art, but Suit Tiger blocked him. With no time for a second strike, he regretfully withdrew his hand—only to see Zhao Xing'er in that state. His eyes immediately widened.

Huh?

Huh!

Huh—

What was that supposed to be?

"An RPG-107!"

Although in this era it was certainly nowhere near as valuable as a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd, a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, or a Dragon Gallant Silver Spear forged from immortal-grade materials, those weapons were divine arms that cultivators could use.

But pulling one out just like that was still far too sudden, wasn't it?

Did she normally go out with military hardware stuffed in her pockets?

A mobile armory, Zhao Xing'er pulled the trigger. With a whoosh, a rocket streaked after them, dragging a long flaming tail.

The power of a single hit from a modern weapon might not necessarily surpass their spells, but it was by no means weak. In particular, in the lower three realms, the casting range of supernatural arts was clearly inferior to that of a rocket launcher. This was especially true for a warrior-type fighter like Zhao Xing'er, who focused on the Martial Dao. Once the distance opened up, it became easy for her attacks to miss the enemy.

Melee cold weapons and ranged RPGs—thinking about it seriously, that was actually a perfectly reasonable tactic.

Whoosh—

Boom!

An explosion came from the end of the passage. It was a straight tunnel, leaving the tiger demons nowhere to hide, so it should have hit them cleanly. However, the massive blast also caused the entrance to collapse and become buried. For the moment, there was no way to check whether they had been killed.

Yue Wen nervously glanced at Zhao Xing'er. At this point, even if she suddenly pulled out a tank and drove it over them, he would not be overly surprised.

Who could have imagined it?

He had thought he was merely finding himself an assistant, but what arrived was a Weapons Master!