Control Object

On the other side, Luo Feng and his team had already worked together to kill the Twin-Tailed Tiger Cat, harvesting its materials before departing the area.

"Strange, is Luo Feng hiding the fact that he is a Spirit Controller?" In the distance, Xu Qing leaned against a corner, watching a building over a hundred meters away where the Fire Hammer Squad was resting.

He had originally assumed the members of the Fire Hammer Squad knew Luo Feng was a Spirit Controller, but in reality, they did not.

Luo Feng used his spiritual force covertly, leaving the members of the Fire Hammer Squad completely unaware.

It could be said that with his spiritual force, Luo Feng was actually the strongest member of the Fire Hammer Squad, possessing true strength at the level of an intermediate War General, much like Xu Qing.

However, Xu Qing's control and application of his own power far exceeded Luo Feng's.

As night fell, Xu Qing appeared on the roof of a building about thirty meters high.

"Let's see what it feels like to control arrows with spiritual force; I've never played around with this before," Xu Qing thought, eager to try.

With a flick of his mind, the arrows in the quiver on his back floated out, suspended in the air under the manipulation of his spiritual force.

After experimenting, Xu Qing found that controlling seven arrows was the most effortless and flexible; any more, and he felt a sense of overload.

"Wow, I have to say, this feels very different from controlling the God-Splitting Silk," Xu Qing said, maneuvering the seven arrows as they spun rapidly in the air.

They even exceeded the speed of sound, which was truly astonishing.

"It's faster than manipulating the God-Splitting Silk, likely because the arrows are detached from my hands. This must be the true way a Spirit Controller operates: object control."

"If I were controlling flying daggers, hitting exactly where I point, the scene would surely be spectacular," Xu Qing felt like a child with a new toy, happily making the arrows fly to and fro.

The faster the speed, the more terrifying the impact; there was no doubt about the force of an impact exceeding the speed of sound.

If the object being controlled was sharp enough, reinforced by supersonic speed, it seemed as though nothing could withstand being pierced.

"Now I understand why they say Spirit Controllers are among the most powerful of all martial artists," a flash of realization crossed Xu Qing's eyes.

Following this, Xu Qing sent the seven arrows flying out into the darkness.

Within a radius of several hundred meters, there happened to be some Soldier-level monsters wandering about, which were perfect for testing the power.

Puff!

In the darkness, blood sprayed as the heads of the monsters were pierced through, and they collapsed into pools of blood.

By the time the seven arrows returned to Xu Qing, they were stained with the monsters' blood, still dripping.

"The power of this spiritual object control is indeed strong and highly flexible; it makes one impossible to guard against," Xu Qing quickly grasped this point.

The deeper his understanding of this power, the more Xu Qing realized the strength and terror of a Spirit Controller.

"However, I still prefer using a bow. I'll stick to using spiritual force for the God-Splitting Silk; controlling flying daggers and such can wait," Xu Qing reached out, letting one arrow land in his hand while the other six returned to the quiver.

The next second, he picked up his longbow, which was as tall as a man, drew it into a full moon, and aimed the cold, glinting arrowhead into the deep darkness.

At this moment, a sharp aura permeated Xu Qing's body, an aura that merged with the longbow and arrow in his hands, his eyes shining as brightly as the stars.

If anyone else were here, they would have the distinct feeling that Xu Qing had become one with his bow—he was the bow, and the bow was him.

The sharp aura surged like boiling water before erupting completely.

Whoosh!

The arrow left the bowstring, shot out, and vanished into the night sky.

Over four hundred meters away, a monster seven or eight meters in size walked along the silent street, its green, ghostly pupils cold and intimidating.

By the moonlight, one could see the silhouette of the monster; it looked like a lion, yet also like a tiger.

As the monster walked, seemingly searching for prey, a faint sound suddenly rang out, causing it to become alert and look around.

However, it saw nothing, and it could not help but feel puzzled.

Drip!

Then, as it continued to walk forward, blood began to drip—drop after drop, faster and faster—yet it seemed not to notice, continuing its stride.

Just after it had taken a dozen steps, its pace suddenly faltered, and its massive body seemed to stiffen.

It suddenly felt dizzy, its consciousness began to blur, and its massive frame uncontrollably tipped to the side.

With a thud, the giant monster collapsed to the ground, its consciousness fading further as its pupils began to dilate.

It did not know what had happened, nor could it see its own head bleeding, which quickly soaked the ground.

At the spot where it had previously paused, a metal arrow was embedded in the ground, half of it buried, leaving only the shaft visible, stained with blood.

From a distance of several hundred meters, Xu Qing had killed a General-level monster with a single shot, so fast that the target didn't even know how it had died, or even feel that it had been struck.

This was Xu Qing's archery!

"This feeling is much more comfortable," Xu Qing lowered his longbow, revealing a charming smile.

"Alright, time to eat something and get some sleep. I have a feeling they'll be finishing up soon, too," Xu Qing stretched.

Inside the room, Xu Qing set up the God-Splitting Silk around the perimeter, unafraid of any people or monsters approaching.

Late at night, a wolf's howl rang out.

"Are they not going to let anyone sleep? Do these monsters not need to sleep at night?" Xu Qing rubbed his eyes and walked to the window to look outside.

About two hundred meters away, a wolf-type monster was locked in a fierce battle with a young martial artist.

Xu Qing took a closer look, "Luo Feng?"

He saw that the wolf-type monster had fur as silver-white as if it were glowing, giving off a sense of being in a berserk state.

"A Silver Moon Fierce Wolf, how could such a high-level Commander-rank beast be here? Still, Luo Feng has quite the nerve, daring to single-handedly challenge a Silver Moon Fierce Wolf," Xu Qing remarked with some surprise.

Furthermore, was Luo Feng planning to stop hiding his identity as a Spirit Controller by challenging this Silver Moon Fierce Wolf alone?

The members of the Fire Hammer Squad must surely be watching.

"This Silver Moon Fierce Wolf seems a bit off; is it injured?" Xu Qing noticed.

The Silver Moon Fierce Wolf appeared to be heavily wounded, its strength greatly diminished, allowing it to trade blows with Luo Feng; however, as time dragged on, it began to fall into a disadvantageous position.

In the end, under the flying daggers controlled by Luo Feng's spiritual power, the Silver Moon Fierce Wolf was slain.

"At this rate, I reckon it won't be long before he becomes a War God," Xu Qing sighed with emotion as he watched Luo Feng's strength continue to grow.

Even for a genius, Luo Feng's rate of growth was still truly astonishing.

There was just one thing that Xu Qing felt was still lacking, and that was the control of his power; if he could master that, he would be perfect.