Lightning-Cleaver

Lin Jin browsed the weapons list in the points shop.

Under the S-rank weapons category, there was a dazzling array of sabers, swords, spears, staves, and halberds, each with a detailed description and illustration.

He focused on the Tang-style sabers.

[S-rank weapon · Moon-Cleaver: three chi seven cun long, with a narrow, slightly curved blade. Forged from a blend of starfall iron and millennium cold iron, with embedded wind-attribute runes. Swings can produce wind blades of unmatched sharpness. Points: 60,000.]

[S-rank weapon · Flame Dance: three chi five cun long, with a blade as crimson as fire. Forged from fire crystal copper, with embedded fire-attribute runes. Flames can ignite when swung. Points: 58,000.]

[S-rank weapon · Frost Fang: three chi eight cun long, with a blade as silver-white as snow. Forged from frost ice iron, with embedded ice-attribute runes. Slashes can freeze targets. Points: 59,000.]

Lin Jin read through them one by one, until his gaze suddenly stopped on one saber.

[S-rank weapon · Lightning-Cleaver: three chi six cun long, with a narrow blade, deep blue throughout. Forged from a blend of starfall iron and thunder-pattern steel, with a lightning-attribute runic array embedded in the blade. Can perfectly conduct lightning-attribute superpowers. Special property: self-repair! After sustaining damage, the blade can slowly repair itself by absorbing lightning energy. Points: 68,000.]

A gleam flashed in Lin Jin's eyes.

It could repair itself.

This property was extremely rare even in the Hokage World. He had once seen similar abilities in the Kusanagi Sword and the Kubikiribōchō.

Although this Lightning-Cleaver was not as tough as the Kusanagi Sword, it already counted as a top-tier weapon in this world.

Without hesitation, he clicked to redeem it.

Points spent: 88,000. Points remaining: 55,000.

After confirmation, the system notified him: "Your redeemed items will receive expedited delivery and are expected to arrive within two days."

Satisfied, Lin Jin put away his token.

Meanwhile, at the mission monitoring center in the Demon Suppression Bureau headquarters.

A uniformed technician stared at his screen, tapping on his keyboard to pull up a mission record.

"Boss, this special consultant named Lin Jin completed three S-rank missions today alone."

A middle-aged man beside him was drinking tea and nearly choked when he heard this.

"Three? In one day?"

The technician nodded and brought the data up on the large screen.

"At 9:20 a.m., he accepted the mission for the S-Rank Weird, the Soul-Devouring Tree Demon, in the southwestern dense forest. At 9:50, the mission status changed to 'completed.'"

"At 10:15, he accepted the mission for the S-Rank Weird, the Sea Demon Queen, on an isolated island in the eastern sea. At 11:08, the mission status changed to completed."

"At 11:30, he accepted the Kunlun Mountains investigation mission. At 1:40 p.m., the mission status changed to 'completed.'"

The monitoring room fell silent.

Several technicians who had gathered to see what was happening exchanged looks.

"Is this guy even fucking human?"

"Three S-rank missions, scattered across the country. Traveling alone should've taken a whole day, right? Did he fly there?"

"Maybe he really did fly... some awakened people have abilities that let them fly."

"That still doesn't make sense! Even flying from the southwest to the eastern sea, across more than half the country, should take several hours, right? His times don't add up at all!"

The middle-aged man set down his teacup and walked over to the screen.

"Pull up Lin Jin's file."

The technician worked quickly.

Lin Jin's detailed file appeared on the screen, showing his basic personal information and past combat achievements.

"That Bloodline Inheritor from Jiangcheng who soloed an S-Rank Weird Domain?" someone exclaimed.

The middle-aged man stared at the photograph on the screen, silent for several seconds.

"This man is no ordinary person."

He turned to the technician.

"Flag his mission records for 'priority monitoring.' From now on, report any mission he accepts immediately."

The technician nodded.

"Boss, should we send him a congratulatory message or something? After all, very few people in our bureau's history have completed three S-rank missions in a single day."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment.

"Send one. Follow the usual procedure, and remind him not to push himself too hard and to get some rest."

The corner of the technician's mouth twitched.

He did three S-rank missions in a day, and you're telling him to get some rest?

If those Domain Realm big shots who needed teams and several days to grind through even one S-rank mission heard that, they'd probably cry themselves unconscious in the bathroom.

He wished powerhouses like this would work harder and harder. Hadn't they seen how many missions had piled up on the list?

Two days later, early in the morning.

The villa's doorbell rang.

Lin Jin opened the door. A young man wearing a Demon Suppression Bureau uniform stood outside, holding a metal case half a person's height.

"Mr. Lin Jin? Your delivery. Please sign for it."

Lin Jin took the metal case and signed his name on the delivery receipt.

After the young man left, Lin Jin carried the case back to the living room.

He opened it. Two items lay inside.

One was ten kilograms of starfall iron, cut into a neat block, gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

The other was the Tang-style saber, Lightning-Cleaver.

Lin Jin picked up Lightning-Cleaver and examined it closely.

The scabbard was deep blue, with subtle lightning patterns on its surface. When he gripped the hilt, he felt a warm touch, and faint arcs of electricity flickered across the thunder wyrm hide wrapped around it.

He slowly drew the saber.

Clang!

The instant the blade left its sheath, a low rumble of thunder echoed through the living room.

Fine lightning patterns covered the blade, slowly flowing with the changing light as though they were alive.

Lin Jin gave it a casual swing.

The edge sliced through the air, leaving a faint trail of lightning and a slight scorched smell.

He nodded in satisfaction.

This saber was better than he had expected.

Carrying the saber, Lin Jin left the villa and went to the open space in the backyard.

He stood still, holding the saber in his right hand, and slowly closed his eyes.

In the Hokage World, he had learned many sword techniques.

The Uchiha Clan had its own swordsmanship legacy, which, combined with the Sharingan, allowed its users to see through an enemy's openings and kill with a single strike.

Later, Kakashi had also given him a swordsmanship manual.

It contained his father's swordsmanship, the signature techniques of Konoha's White Fang, Hatake Sakumo. Renowned for speed and precision, every stroke drew blood.

Lin Jin opened his eyes, instantly activating his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

He moved.

The blade flashed like lightning, leaving afterimages in the air.

Uchiha Style Swordsmanship: Flowing Flash!

The blade traced strange arcs through the air, slashing at imaginary enemies from impossible angles.

Uchiha Style Swordsmanship: Sword-Leaping Flame!

Flashes of steel glittered like sparks filling the sky, every strike precise and lethal.

Uchiha Style Swordsmanship: Slashing Dance!

His strokes abruptly accelerated, the flashing blade weaving an impenetrable net that enveloped the ten meters ahead of him.

After completing a sequence of Uchiha Style Swordsmanship, Lin Jin did not stop. His strokes shifted into White Fang Swordsmanship.

The essence of White Fang Swordsmanship lay in one word: speed.

Amid extreme speed, one found the enemy's most lethal opening, then killed them with a single stroke.

Lin Jin's movements became elusive, each step falling at an unusual angle, his blade flashing with greater ferocity and lethality.

One-Sword Style: Iai!

The blade flashed, and a wooden practice post five meters away instantly split in two, its cut as smooth as a mirror.

Two-Sword Style: Wild Dance!

The blade spun in his hand, turning into countless flashes that sliced another wooden post into fragments.

Lin Jin withdrew his saber and stood still.

Lightning flickered along Lightning-Cleaver's blade as it gave a low hum, as though cheering.

This saber was very satisfied with its owner.

Lin Jin looked down at the saber in his hand, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Fine blade."