Why Are You Yelling So Loud?

At Fang Yue's words, Lin Ling immediately shot Old Sheep and the other Vice-Captains a look.

They understood and nodded, then simultaneously hurled the pile of Iron Blades in their arms high into the air, toward Fang Yue.

Dozens of Iron Blades scattered across the night sky, turning into points of starlight as they quickly fell.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The first Iron Blade plunged into the ground, landing not far from Fang Yue.

The others scattered down as well, forming a neatly spaced circle around Fang Yue and the eerie creature.

The eerie creature noticed and stopped, suddenly on its guard.

In an instant, a multitude of Iron Blades stuck out at all angles around the man and the creature, like an endless supply of blades.

Nice!

Fang Yue's heart leaped with joy. He yanked up the nearest Iron Blade, then, as if that wasn't enough, pulled up another.

With an Iron Blade in each hand, Fang Yue immediately felt a lot more confident.

Back in the day, the Thirteen Guardians of Flower-Fruit Mountain had each taken two watermelon knives and hacked their way from the Southern Heavenly Gate to East Penglai Road, fighting back and forth for three days and three nights!

Blood had flowed like a river, but they'd kept swinging their blades, never once blinking!

Today, I, Fang Yue, can also wield two Iron Blades and hack the eerie creature until it weeps and begs for mercy!

With a loud shout, Fang Yue charged at the eerie creature with an Iron Blade in each hand.

The others were immediately shocked.

"Holy crap! Dual blades!"

"He even knows how to fight with two blades?"

"Martial techniques! He knows martial techniques! Anyone without the corresponding techniques couldn't possibly fight with an Iron Blade in each hand. He must be..."

Bam!!

A loud crash rang out.

Fang Yue had charged at the eerie creature with such great momentum—and now he was flying back just as dramatically.

Along with Fang Yue, who hit the ground hard, came two Iron Blades broken in half.

As everyone watched the blades trace graceful arcs through the air, the scene fell silent.

Everyone: ...

Lin Ling: ...

I—I can't keep this up!

Bro, if you don't know how to use two blades, why are you holding one in each hand?!

Everyone was completely dumbfounded. Lin Ling even covered his face, unable to bear watching.

How much of an amateur did you have to be to think you could just pick up two blades and fight?

Every kind of Martial Arts had its corresponding weapon. Even saber techniques came in varieties like long sabers, short sabers, and dual sabers.

And even dual sabers were generally short-handled weapons like daggers, not two single-handed sabers like these.

It wasn't that no techniques used two single-handed sabers, but they were highly unusual and few people trained in them. Fang Yue clearly hadn't had access to such an obscure technique.

Besides, as far as Lin Ling knew, Chen Mu's saber technique was a standard single-saber style. There was no way it involved dual sabers.

Watching Fang Yue roll to his feet with surprising ease, then jog off as if nothing had happened and pick up another blade, Lin Ling finally couldn't hold back.

"Saber technique! Little Ye, use the saber technique Chen Mu taught you!"

A blade was a weapon with a sharpness value, and that sharpness boosted its wielder's damage, allowing them to deal greater harm.

For example, Fang Yue's earlier punches had dealt only a little over 30 damage. Even 50 counted as a minor critical hit.

But once he equipped an Iron Blade, his damage shot straight up, ranging from 40 to 60. The downside was that he went through blades quickly.

Equipping a weapon also meant changing how one fought.

The most important thing was whether one could adapt and make use of the weapon.

More importantly, weapons didn't just provide a damage bonus. They also provided the necessary prerequisite for using martial techniques!

Without a sword in hand, there were no sword moves.

Without a blade in hand, naturally, there were no saber moves.

Saber techniques were based on the saber. Only with one could they be performed.

Lin Ling had sent Fang Yue the blades hoping he would use a saber technique to kill the eerie creature.

But after watching for so long, what Fang Yue was doing could hardly be called a saber technique. He was just swinging wildly, without any sense of form.

By the time Lin Ling shouted, Fang Yue was already locked in battle with the eerie creature and had no time to respond.

Lin Ling immediately panicked and shouted another desperate reminder: "Saber technique! Use your saber technique!"

Damn it!

Why are you yelling so loud?!

If I had inner energy, I'd have already slapped the eerie creature in the face with a saber technique!

Fang Yue's face darkened. He blocked the eerie creature's attack with the blade in one hand, then scooped up an Iron Blade from the ground with the other and chopped directly into the creature's neck.

-63!

With a clang, a minor critical hit notification appeared.

Before Fang Yue could show any delight, the eerie creature lifted a foot and kicked him in the chest. Amid the crack of breaking bones, he flew more than ten meters away.

-148!

Damn it!

When Fang Yue hit the ground, he rolled several times, then immediately got up and shouted at Lin Ling.

"Quit yelling! I don't have any inner energy! How am I supposed to use saber techniques?!"

Inner energy?

Lin Ling was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what Fang Yue meant. He blurted out, "Chen Mu taught you the Spark Saber Technique?! Didn't he know you had no inner energy?!"

Fang Yue's health had just about recovered, and the bones caved in around his chest quickly returned to normal.

He was about to meet the charging eerie creature when he heard Lin Ling's words. The veins in his forehead bulged.

What a pain. Couldn't this guy understand plain speech?

Enraged, Fang Yue viciously struck the eerie creature's shoulder with his blade. The creature staggered, its feet sinking several centimeters into the ground.

"I don't have inner energy! I don't have inner energy! Can't you understand that?! I know inner cultivation! I know the Spark package! I just haven't recovered my inner energy yet!"

As he roared, Fang Yue swung his blade again and again, briefly suppressing the eerie creature, only to be sent flying by a palm strike shortly afterward.

Lin Ling now understood what Fang Yue meant, but he still couldn't believe it.

That Chen Mu hadn't even taught him the basic saber techniques from any Crude Martial Art. He'd gone straight to teaching Fang Yue the Spark Saber Technique!

Didn't that mean Fang Yue's basic attributes in both stats were already as high as 30 right from the start?

What the hell kind of person was he?!

Lin Ling could accept a special constitution. That was something one was born with.

But what was this nonsense about having 30 in both attributes without even having practiced Martial Arts?

Was he really some once-in-a-thousand-years genius?

I'm sick of this!

Jealousy roared to life in Lin Ling, and bitterness welled up. When he heard Old Sheep ask what they should do, Lin Ling blurted out,

"What should we do? I'd love for him to die!!"

Huh? What was going on?

The others were confused, completely baffled by Lin Ling's sudden 180-degree change in attitude.

Fortunately, Lin Ling was just running his mouth.

He'd love for Fang Yue to die, but he wouldn't actually make it happen.

Business was business; personal feelings were personal feelings.

Fang Yue protecting Ancient Moon Village was public business, so Lin Ling had to give it his all to help, no matter how unwilling he felt.

Hua Wuye probably wasn't dead yet. Go take the Scum Yuan Pill from him and throw it to Little Ye. Once he recovered his inner energy, he'd be able to use Martial Path techniques and his strength would soar.

Old Sheep was still confused, but he followed the order and took the Scum Yuan Pill from the little pouch of the barely conscious Hua Wuye.

So this was the Scum Yuan Pill!

Looking at the exquisite porcelain bottle in his hand, Old Sheep's breathing grew uneven.

The highest achievement a Vice-Captain could hope for was Mortal Martial Arts.

Without entering the Martial Path, one remained mortal!

Old Sheep's emotions grew complicated as he looked at the Scum Yuan Pill, a medicine only Martial Path cultivators could afford. But he quickly suppressed them.

After glancing at Hua Wuye, who was still unconscious, he forcefully threw the bottle containing the Scum Yuan Pill toward Fang Yue.

"Little Ye! Catch! This is the Scum Yuan Pill. It can restore your inner energy!"