Secret Blade Art

"Whoosh!"

The sound of air exploding gradually died down.

A massive, rectangular transport ship, deep blue in color and defying all laws of physics, came to a halt on the airfield.

"Transport team! Hurry up and unload these supplies!"

"Xu Feng! Liu Chuan! Bai He, hurry up and keep up!"

"Coming!"

Xu Feng and his group climbed into a transport vehicle, which hummed as it approached the transport ship.

Then came the grueling labor of moving cargo.

Each crate weighed nearly 200 kilograms, and Xu Feng and the others had to carry at least two at a time.

That was eight hundred jin of weight!

With his current physical fitness, he would have been considered a strongman in his past life.

But here, he was nothing more than a bottom-tier manual laborer.

Just then, a triangular fighter jet descended.

The logistics personnel on the airfield suddenly stirred.

Xu Feng set down the cargo in his hands and looked up to see a young man in a pitch-black combat suit stepping off a bronze-colored triangular fighter jet.

Behind him followed six martial artists who looked like students, each wearing the uniform of Sky Moon Martial University.

Though they were called uniforms, they possessed the defensive capabilities of basic combat suits, costing hundreds of thousands per set.

And these were free uniforms issued directly by the school to its martial arts students.

Xu Feng felt a surge of envy.

It wasn't the combat suit that caught his eye, but the bronze-colored, triangular fighter jet that looked as if it were forged from solid bronze.

"Heh, that's Zhao Feng, the third-year genius from Sky Moon Martial University, right?

Tsk tsk, he already has a bronze-grade fighter jet in his third year?

Xu Feng, we both have 'Feng' in our names, why is the gap between people so huge?"

Bai He, a laborer nearby, laughed and sighed.

"Hey, don't look down on the middle-aged poor. Once I'm rich, I'll buy a 'bronze fighter' too, and I won't let you ride in it when the time comes."

Xu Feng joked, turning his head with a smile.

Hearing this, the group of workers all burst into laughter.

"Quick, quick, hurry up and move it. I'll buy you all drinks once we're free later."

Just then, the foreman waved his hand, urging them on impatiently.

Xu Feng withdrew his gaze and picked up a crate, something surging within his heart.

A "bronze" fighter jet capable of crossing dimensional boundaries and traveling freely between Earth and the Sky Pit World?

He secretly clenched his fists.

"Hah!"

With a sudden heave, he hoisted the crate onto his shoulder and strode toward the transport vehicle.

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

Having finished his day's work and collected his daily wages, Xu Feng slipped nimbly into the trading district.

"Boss, how much for this mutated Fierce Armor Beef?"

"199 per jin. It's great for nourishing qi and blood. Want a few jin?"

"Cough, cough, I'm just looking. How much for this Snake Blood Fruit?"

"56 per jin."

"Give me two—er, no, just one."

"Coming right up."

After buying his items, Xu Feng turned and entered the Sky Moon Secondhand Shop.

"It's you again." The shopkeeper clearly recognized Xu Feng, glanced at him, and smiled.

"Business is booming, Boss. I'm looking for two broken communicators."

Xu Feng wasn't annoyed and replied with a smile.

"You can fix them?" The shopkeeper remembered the equipment Xu Feng had brought in last time and immediately asked.

"Yes, I can fix the Weihua Mate 940 model. I don't have the parts for others on hand right now."

Xu Feng smiled slightly without saying much.

The shopkeeper nodded and lay back down. "Not many people use the 940s anymore. They're on the back shelf; go pick them out yourself. By the way, there's surveillance in the shop. Anyone caught stealing gets kicked out. You know the rules."

"I know." Xu Feng agreed with a smile. After placing the pile of fruits and vegetables he'd bought on the counter, he quickly selected four communicators.

Three were 940s, and one was a slightly more advanced 945.

"That'll be 2600 total. I'll give you a discount—how about 2500?" the shopkeeper said with a grin.

"Oh?" Xu Feng didn't believe for a second that the man was being that kind.

He immediately inspected the devices in his hand again. Once he confirmed they only had minor damage, he said, "Thanks, boss. I also need some components."

The shopkeeper leaned in toward Xu Feng with a chuckle. "That's easy to arrange. Let's discuss something—we can work together more often in the future. The second-hand buyback price I quoted you before was one thousand, right? If we cooperate from now on, I'll give you 1200. Think of it as a 600-credit repair fee per unit. My supply chain is very stable, and I take all types. Think about it."

"Sure, that sounds great. But if that's the case, you'll have to give me a better discount when I buy parts from you." Xu Feng didn't care if they actually worked together later; he just agreed for now. "For example, the wholesale price for the 940 model—make it 500."

"500 is too low. That's basically selling them as scrap. 550."

"500. It's only 50 credits. You run such a big business, boss, do you really care about 50 credits? There will be plenty of chances for us to work together later."

"Fine, fine. 500 it is. It's a deal, then. You give me priority on the equipment you repair."

"Deal! It's a promise!"

Stepping out of the shop, Xu Feng curled his lips into a long-lost, relaxed smile.

Regardless, even if the price was squeezed a bit, it was at least a stable channel—far more reliable than trying to sell them himself. If he couldn't sell them later, he could always offload the remaining stock to the shop without taking a loss.

In a great mood, Xu Feng turned toward the butcher shop and bought a pound of Fierce Armor Beef, which was excellent for nourishing blood and qi. He then headed home, feeling satisfied.

Back home, he washed the vegetables and cooked. When Xiao Dan returned from school and saw the stir-fried beef on the table, she was shocked, looking at Xu Feng as if she had seen a ghost.

"Dad, are you sick? How can we afford beef?"

"First, I'm not sick. Second, eat your food. Third," Xu Feng paused and looked at Xiao Dan, "repeat after me: I am not sick!"

After dinner, Xu Feng hummed a little tune and dug two books out from under his bed.

One was titled White Wolf Blade, and the other was Secret Blade Art. Both had been tucked away among his electronic technical manuals. They looked brand new, clearly untouched by the original owner.

He had dug out these manuals because he believed he needed at least some form of self-defense. After all, the strange bird that had been attacking people at night hadn't been killed yet, and the constant deaths were bound to trigger panic. When that happened, he wouldn't just have to be wary of mutated creatures; he might have to guard against people, too. Especially in this godforsaken place, how could one survive without some means of protection?

The original owner couldn't learn them because he was too stupid. But he was smart, and he had a system panel.

However, after flipping through the blade technique, Xu Feng set it aside. It wasn't that he didn't want to learn it, but that he couldn't. The starting requirement for this blade technique was a blood-qi value of over 180c—the same requirement as applying to a martial arts university!

He opened his panel and took a look: 173c.

Huh, it went up by 1 point. But it was still a long way from 180.

So, he turned his attention to the last book, a throwing knife manual titled Secret Blade Art. To put it bluntly, these throwing knives were easy to pick up—there was no threshold for entry—but mastering them was extremely difficult. It suited Xu Feng perfectly.

As for the knives themselves, the original owner had tucked three of them inside the manual.

It looked like it had been hand-crafted from some piece of junk alloy; at a glance, it was clearly worthless.

Xu Feng studied it briefly, combining it with the techniques he had used when playing darts in the past, and soon had the throwing knife flying in a decent manner.

"Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!"

He threw three knives in a row, and every single one missed the target.

Xu Feng rubbed his nose, and under Xiao Dan's bewildered gaze, he walked over to the wall and retrieved the throwing knives from the wall paneling.

Refusing to accept defeat, Xu Feng returned to the doorway five meters away.

He adjusted his stance, raised his hand, and flicked his wrist again.

"Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!"

The three throwing knives missed the target once more.

But this time, Xu Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Because the spots where they missed were much closer than before.

"Again!"

Xu Feng retrieved the knives once more, raised his hand, and flicked them again!

This time.

The throwing knife whistled through the air and instantly struck the outermost five-point ring!

"Yay!"

Before Xu Feng could even cheer, Xiao Dan jumped up first.