Chapter 7

Zhang Hanyu hobbled toward his goal, his footsteps heavy, like the pounding of a large drum, resonating directly in the hearts of those around him. As he approached, the psychological pressure grew even more intense.

His face was grim and terrifying, the venom in his eyes almost tangible.

From a young age, under the protection of his family, he had never suffered such a great loss. Deep down, he also harbored an indescribable fear. How could that kid have activated the military-grade explosives so quickly? His talent was so remarkable that he might become another old master in the future.

A person like this, once determined to be an enemy, would surely be a huge trouble. Since that was the case, it would be better to kill him before he grew any stronger.

He clutched the short knife tightly. He had picked up this knife not to boost his courage but to use it as a dagger at any moment.

Under the guidance of his uncle, he had practiced a formidable skill in throwing weapons. It might not work against a seasoned warrior, but if aimed at a terrified, fleeing kid, it would be infallible.

The slight pain in his legs distracted him. Every time he thought of his injured legs, he gritted his teeth in hatred, vowing to kill Ouyang Ming to avenge his humiliation.

As for what would happen after killing Ouyang Ming, how to clean up the mess and escape without being noticed, he had completely ignored those concerns.

Slowly, he hobbled to the pile of discarded weapons. His ears perked up, and he could already hear a faint, almost imperceptible breathing sound.

With a cold laugh, Zhang Hanyu said, "Kid, come out and face your death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure jump out from behind the pile of weapons. A flash of white light followed, and the figure swung the weapon at him without any skill.

Despite his injured legs, his vision was not impaired. He immediately recognized that the figure was the cowardly Ouyang Ming, and in his hand was a broken sword.

Yes, a sword that was already half-broken, with no blade left.

If Ouyang Ming had a new military-grade sword, he might have been wary. But a mere broken sword was nothing to him.

In that instant, Zhang Hanyu judged that the kid was fighting like a cornered beast, picking up a broken sword to make a desperate move.

Zhang Hanyu's face showed disdain as he raised his short knife to meet the attack.

If Ouyang Ming had tried to run from the start, he would have killed him immediately. But since the kid still had some courage, he didn't mind playing with him. At that moment, numerous tortures flashed through Zhang Hanyu's mind. He would first sever Ouyang Ming's limbs, destroy his vocal cords, and let him suffer until he died.

Just thinking about it made the pain in his legs seem less intense.

He could almost see Ouyang Ming screaming in agony under his hands, and his mood became unusually elated.

"Clang—"

Finally, the short knife and the broken sword met in the air.

Then, a crisp sound of breaking metal echoed. The short knife snapped, and the broken sword, as if cutting through a strand of hair, continued forward without any hindrance, slicing down from Zhang Hanyu's right neck and directly into his chest.

Zhang Hanyu's eyes and mouth widened to their limits. He stared at the broken sword in his chest, seemingly oblivious to the intense pain.

The only thing he could feel was his strength and life rapidly leaving him. He tried to raise his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain. His gaze remained fixed on the broken sword that paralyzed him.

A broken sword, just a broken sword...

This, damn it, is a broken sword!

This was his last thought before his consciousness faded away, never to return. He could not understand why a broken sword could have such power.

Ouyang Ming held the broken sword, maintaining the posture of a strike.

Actually, what he did was not wise, because whether it was a person or a beast, once injured, they would struggle in their final moments. In those moments, they could often take their opponent down with them.

However, Ouyang Ming did not move away, not because he did not want to, but because he could not.

When he struck, cutting through Zhang Hanyu's short knife and into his flesh, his mind was calm, without any fluctuations.

This state was not typical of someone who had never seen blood.

But when his consciousness was split in a mysterious way, this strange scene naturally occurred.

With one strike, he injured his enemy. Just as Ouyang Ming was about to pull out the broken sword to strike again, a strange heat suddenly flowed from the broken sword into his body.

Ouyang Ming's movements slowed slightly. Although he did not understand why, he had a feeling that this heat was beneficial to him.

Then, he witnessed a terrifying scene.

There was no blood splattering from his broken sword.

A strike from the right side of the neck to the chest should have caused a lot of blood to flow. But at that moment, there was not a single drop of blood on Zhang Hanyu's body, as all the blood was absorbed by the broken sword in Ouyang Ming's hand.

The broken sword seemed to have some incredible magical power. It not only absorbed blood but also seemed to absorb flesh.

Zhang Hanyu's body gradually withered before Ouyang Ming's eyes.

If Ouyang Ming had not been in a state of split consciousness, he might have fainted from the terrifying sight. But at that moment, he just stared wide-eyed, watching the changes. It seemed that the shrinking body was not human but a punctured human-shaped balloon.

In just a moment, Zhang Hanyu disappeared before Ouyang Ming's eyes.

Some clothes and small items fell to the ground, but Zhang Hanyu's entire body had vanished, leaving not even a hair or a fingernail behind.

On the contrary, Ouyang Ming, holding the broken sword, was flushed and full of energy, as if he had boundless vigor.

Actually, Ouyang Ming's consumption today was not small. Under the guidance and supervision of the old master, he had been playing with military-grade explosives all day. Although he was restrained, he still felt a deep fatigue.

Being brought to this place by Zhang Hanyu, he had burst his potential in a life-or-death situation, using military-grade explosives multiple times in a short period.

Such consumption was not something his body at this age could bear. It was only under the extreme fear of life and death and the special environment of split consciousness that he was forced to do so.

This kind of behavior was a form of overexertion, potentially damaging his body and even his core, making it difficult for him to make progress in the future.

However, if Ouyang Ming's body had any issues at this moment, no one would believe it.

His body seemed to have an inexhaustible source of strength. His eyes sparkled, brighter than ever, even more terrifying than when he was at his best.

Ouyang Ming even felt an urge to roar.

But the split consciousness still existed, making his heart as cold as ice.

Looking around, Ouyang Ming's military-grade explosives reappeared. In the blink of an eye, the broken sword became dull.

Absorption.

He unhesitatingly absorbed all the attributes of the broken sword, turning it into a worthless piece of scrap. He kicked the broken short knife into two different piles of weapons.

There were countless broken weapons, and it would be extremely difficult to find and reassemble them. Then, he threw away the broken sword, picked up the scattered clothes, and quickly left the warehouse.

When Zhang Hanyu brought him here, he was extremely cautious and had not been noticed by anyone.

Now, as he returned to the old master's forge, he was equally cautious.

Fortunately, it was already late, or Ouyang Ming might not have been able to achieve his goal.

Entering the forge, Ouyang Ming looked at the items in his hand and immediately went to the furnace, tearing the clothes into pieces and throwing them into the fire.

The old master was the chief military-grade forge master. Although he had military-grade explosives, he still needed a furnace.

In most cases, the old master would use the furnace to process materials initially.

Using military-grade explosives to process raw materials was also possible, but it required a lot of physical strength, and the process of refining raw materials needed a long time, not precise control.

Using military-grade explosives to forge raw materials...

Well, anyone who did this and persisted would inevitably die, not from old age or stupidity, but from sheer exhaustion.

Therefore, there was a fine furnace in the forge.

Of course, the materials worthy of the old master's personal attention were all high-quality, and the initial refining work was usually done by Ouyang Ming.

At this moment, he skillfully lit the fire and threw all the items into it. Under the burning charcoal, those items quickly turned to ashes and disappeared.

He extended a long iron rod and stirred the fire for a while, making it impossible for anyone to identify what was inside.

During this process, Ouyang Ming did not idle. He found some raw materials in the forge and began to refine them. It was simply a matter of throwing the ore into the fire, heating it until it softened, and then hammering it, repeating the process.

Previously, due to his lack of strength, he could only tend the fire, while the hammering was done by the old master.

But at this moment, for some reason, his strength seemed to have increased significantly. He lifted the iron hammer high and struck it down, causing sparks to fly.

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