I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 36. Watch closely, this is how she uses it!
The wooden soldier was also part of the Forest Scepter, so the moment the wooden soldier kicked him, an unfathomable message appeared in his mind.

[Spiritual Interpretation - Using copper as a mirror - perfectly replicates the target's clothing, hair, accessories, makeup, physique, voice, and magical artifacts.]

[Selected - Spiritual Weapon]

[Target Artifact: Forest Scepter]

[Introduction: As the king of this game, the God of Life is always watching you.]

[Grade: C]

[Spiritual Interpretation - Military Command: Transform wood into soldiers (one wooden soldier can be created every three months). The overall combat aptitude of wooden soldiers is comparable to that of a Tier 1 physical master, and there is a chance that a wooden general with basic intelligence will emerge.]

A C-grade spirit weapon only has one skill, unlike an alpha-grade spirit weapon which has three skills in one spirit release, not to mention the second spirit release that follows.

Copying is merely a minor ability of alpha-level magical artifacts.

"Whoosh-"

The ten wooden soldiers vanished from their original spots and instantly appeared in the air around Xia Feng. They were expressionless and about to unleash their fists in unison when their movements suddenly froze, and they fell from the sky as if their computers had crashed.

bang bang bang-

dusty.

The expected scene did not occur, and the audience's tense expressions turned into bewilderment and confusion, "What's going on?"

"Look at what Xia Feng is holding," someone slowly opened their mouth wide, somewhat incredulous.

"...It looks like the Forest Scepter?"

"I suggest removing 'seems like'."

"Outrageous! What's wrong with Tom?! Does he really have a magical artifact?"

"Is this just a joke? Is this kid really going to turn the tables?" The guy who had previously boasted about eating shit for free suddenly became nervous.

"And what the hell is this identical magical artifact?"

So this is your magical artifact ability? Mushroom's eyes widened with excitement, her little fists clenched under her sleeves, her previous low spirits and worries vanished, and she saw hope of turning defeat into victory.

Chaos erupted in the referee's room as well. The head referee hurriedly asked through the intercom, "Field control room! What's going on?"

During the conversation, someone said in a deep voice: "Reporting to the chief referee, there is no abnormal reaction on site, no evil god power, and the contestants are normal. However, there is a weak psychic reaction."

"Psionic reaction?" Everyone was extremely surprised.

"This is... Xia Feng's spiritual weapon power?" Chen Xingdao subconsciously took another step towards the window, his sharp eyes fixed on the black-haired student in the arena, his tone filled with disbelief, "So that's how it is... there are actually such spiritual weapon abilities in this world."

Freya also stared blankly at the arena with her rosy lips agape, but she snapped back to reality after hearing Chen Xingdao's praise from the side.

She glanced warily at Chen Xingdao, whose expression showed interest, and a bad feeling inexplicably crept into her heart.

The entire venue was filled with shouts and gasps of surprise.

Mu Qingtong, seated on the high platform, maintained a gentle smile throughout, her beautiful eyes calm, but at this moment she subconsciously narrowed her golden pupils, her gaze slightly focused as she stared intently at the arena.

"So this is your psionic power? Interesting~" A satisfied smile appeared on her lips. Sure enough, this opponent always managed to give her some unexpected surprises.

She was becoming more and more interested in this junior schoolmate.

The battlefield situation is now somewhat stagnant. After Xia Feng landed, although the wooden soldiers around him were still stuck on the ground, the female wooden soldiers disintegrated and reassembled the red light in the shape of the eyes in an endless cycle.

Yan Xujia, who was further away, was completely stunned and stood there for a long time, unable to come back to his senses. He clearly sensed that the connection between himself and the wooden soldier had been severed!
He glanced at the scepter in his hand, then looked up and stared intently at the scepter in Xia Feng's hand, his expression shifting between light and dark. He felt like he had seen a ghost today.

"Xia Feng! What exactly did you do to my magical artifact?!" he roared angrily.

Xia Feng played with the scepter in his hand with great interest. The texture was no different from ordinary wood, except that the emerald in the center of the scepter emitted a scorching light and felt warm to the touch.

Through the scepter, he could vaguely sense the connection between himself and the ten wooden soldiers around him, and it seemed that he could control them with just a thought.

However, controlling ten at the same time is very difficult; five is already the limit.

Just as he was thinking this, the connection with the other five suddenly broke. He looked up and saw that the five wooden soldiers and the female wooden general had retreated to Yan Xujia's side, surrounding and protecting him.

After the initial shock of the sudden situation, Yan Xujia quickly regained her composure and understood the current situation.

"It's not an illusion, yet the effect is exactly the same as mine. Is it really a copy?" He looked at the scepter in Xia Feng's hand with a flicker in his eyes. He had only seen such magical artifacts in some bizarre and supernatural novels. They often had many side effects and limitations. He wondered what Xia Feng's was like.

Thinking of this, Yan Xujia glanced at the female wood general, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "That's right, this fool isn't as familiar with the Forest Scepter as I am, and he couldn't compete with me for control of Serena. That's the flaw in his magical artifact. A fake is a fake; it can never compare to the real thing!"

After a flurry of thoughts, Yan Xujia grinned, clicked his tongue, and looked up: "Xia Feng, so this is why you have the confidence to challenge me?"

He had to admit that the man surnamed Xia was indeed very unexpected and had disrupted his offensive plans several times, but that didn't matter.

As long as this shit-copying ability isn't a perfect copy and has flaws, Xia Feng still won't be able to defeat him.

“Serena, go and end this farce.” He raised his scepter.

Numu's linear red eyes lit up again, and she lowered her head, saying in a deep voice, "Yes, Master!"

"when--"

The clock struck for the fifth time, indicating that there were two minutes left.

At this moment, no one had time to pay attention to how many seconds Xia Feng lost. Instead, everyone stared at the sky with tense expressions, wondering how the match would end. Would Yan Xujia win, would it be a draw, or would Xia Feng win?
bang bang bang-

The ten wooden soldiers darted around the field like ninjas, creating chaos and stirring up gusts of sand.

In the waiting room, Panda stood by the window, closed his eyes, and sighed.

"What? Fatty, who do you think will win?" Zhao Jie asked.

Panda didn't care about the nickname the middle-aged man had given him, and just shook his head and said, "Serena is the key player. Xia Feng's last trump card has a big flaw, and he can't compete with Yan Xujia."

"Then why are you sighing?"

"I never expected Xia Feng to have this trick up his sleeve; our plan has been completely ruined." Panda shook his round head, saying helplessly, "We should have taken this opportunity to cripple him completely, what a pity."

"Well, at least we've achieved our goal of attracting hatred—hmm?"

Panda suddenly stopped speaking, her gaze returning to the arena, her tone unusual, "What is this now?"

After obtaining the Forest Scepter, Xia Feng clearly felt that his lack of experience meant he had far less control over this magical artifact than Yan Xujia. Even though he could fight the five wooden soldiers to a standstill, he simply couldn't control the remaining wooden general.

There is no other way but to slow down the opponent's actions.

"Bam—"

He dodged Serena's whip kick by flipping over, and enduring the stinging pain in his ear, he used the momentum to jump back again.

Serena's red light flashed as she pressed her advantage.

Seeing this, Xia Feng knew that relying solely on copying would likely not be enough to win. The copied magical artifacts needed time to adapt before they could unleash their full potential, which was the only drawback of the copying ability.

"Distracted on the battlefield? You're asking for death!" Suddenly, a man appeared behind them with a mocking chuckle.

Xia Feng was not surprised. He pulled back the hilt of his knife to take the blow head-on, but Yan Xujia warily retreated several steps, trapping Xia Feng in the center with Serena on the left and right.

Now that both of them have exhausted their spiritual pressure, all that remains is a clash between their spiritual weapons and fighting techniques.

Yan Xujia twirled his sword beautifully, a playful smirk on his lips: "Xia Feng, if this is your trump card, then it ends here!"

Xia Feng blinked, smiled without saying a word; copying wasn't his trump card.

Before the event even started, he had already used the Unsolvable Stone to temporarily perfect the magical artifact. The optimization and refinement process is now in active mode.

However, he did not intend to use the "distinguishing the genuine from the fake" technique. After all, copying and optimization were still within the acceptable range for spirit masters, while "distinguishing the genuine from the fake" was to directly seize the opponent's spirit weapon. Using it in public would be too shocking.

“Serena, his lower body is unstable, so focus your attack on his lower body,” Yan Xujia said, squinting.

"Yes, Master!" Serena nodded solemnly, leaving a trail of afterimages as she charged straight at Xia Feng.

Murderous!
Xia Feng stood calmly in place, slowly pointing his scepter at the charging Serena, and said softly, "Optimization—"

Serena's charge continued unabated, like a ferocious beast descending from the mountain. In the instant she rushed towards him with terrifying momentum, her brown wooden curves suddenly disintegrated into hundreds of fragments, which, like armor coming together, covered Xia Feng from all directions.

[Selected Spiritual Weapon: Forest Scepter]

[Introduction: As the king of this game, the God of Life is always watching you.]

[Grade: C]

[Optimization successful]

[Spiritual Understanding - Military Command → Evil King's Military Command: 1. After the Wood General is formed, you are the true king of all generals. You can merge with the Wood General to make the Wood General your armor, which can directly withstand at least two C-rank spirit armor attacks. 2. You can easily control Wood Soldiers using the Wood General. 3. Combat aptitude (including but not limited to smell, hearing, vision, neural reaction, and combat acumen) doubles. 4. The Wood General's basic intelligence is enhanced, and it exhibits mimicry emotions.]

"This is interesting~" Xia Feng squeezed his huge fist covered with brown wood with some delight.

The wooden armor didn't feel as uncomfortable as he had imagined; instead, it felt soft and warm, enveloping him. He liked this optimized ability and felt full of power.

The sudden turn of events not only stunned nearly ten thousand spectators, but also left Yan Xujia speechless, her teeth chattering as if she had something stuck in her throat.

"You—you—" His deep voice suddenly rose, filled with rage, "Xia Feng! What the hell have you done?!"

Yan Xujia could clearly sense that his connection with Serena had not been severed, but he just couldn't control it.

"Master! Save me~~" Serena's voice was no longer hoarse and stiff, but became lively and emotional, her mature and elegant voice trembling.

Yan Xujia's breath hitched, and his pupils slowly dilated.

Xia Feng frowned. He looked down at his palm and clearly felt that Serena was now actively resisting after displaying human-like emotions.

In her mind, she could already distinguish who the true master was and who the evil plunderer was.

"Behave yourself!" Xia Feng clenched his fist and commanded coldly.

But it was clear that Serena would not communicate with any creature other than her true master. After letting out a low, trembling moan, she began to struggle wildly.

However, her wooden body had already deconstructed and reassembled onto Xia Feng's body, forming a brown-blue armor like Iron Man without a helmet. No matter how much she struggled, it was all in vain.

"You—you bastard! You bastard!!" Yan Xujia finally snapped out of his shock, a strange sense of humiliation surging into his heart. He was just a spirit artifact creature, so why did he feel so strange? He gritted his teeth, "Scum! You better release Serena right now!"

Xia Feng raised his head, gently clenched his fist, and gave a villainous, wicked smile:
"Watch closely, this is how she uses it!"

Yan Xujia: "!!!"

In the blink of an eye, Xia Feng had vanished from his original spot, disappearing in a blur, and quickly reappeared behind Yan Xujia.

"So fast!" Yan Xujia turned around in horror to try to defend himself, but he was a moment too slow. Thud!! A punch landed on his abdomen, and his eyes bulged out as he bent over, coughing up blood.

"Master!!" Serena exclaimed in surprise.

However, Xia Feng directly lifted Serena with his knee, and crack—Yan Xujia's lower cheekbone made a crisp sound. The intense pain caused his cheek to twist and twitch, and saliva flowed from his mouth. But before he could recover, Xia Feng delivered a side spinning kick with a whistling afterimage, which completely stunned him.

He spun and flew through the air, his mind spinning like mush, before crashing to the ground with a whoosh, paving a full twenty meters before stopping, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Ugh—" Yan Xujia clutched his stomach and groaned in pain like a rotting shrimp. His charming and noble demeanor was completely gone. He struggled to his feet, his voice hoarse with anger, "Bastard! You piece of trash! I'm going to kill you!!"

But before he could finish speaking, ten wooden giants quietly surrounded him, blocking out the remaining sunlight.

As darkness fell, Yan Xujia stiffly looked up and around, her face filled with terror. "What...what are you going to do!"

The crowd parted to make way, and Xia Feng walked slowly forward. At the same time, Serena's trembling, soft sobs rang out, "Master, I'm so sorry, I really couldn't control myself..."

Yan Xujia felt a sudden, inexplicable pain in her heart: "!!!"

If a wife is a man's practical partner, then a spirit weapon is his soulmate.

It was bad enough that Xia Feng copied the magical artifact, but he was even better at using it than the original owner of the artifact. It was worse than killing him!
His expression was ashen, his eyes filled with venom as he stared at Xia Feng: "What kind of ability do you have?!"

Xia Feng smiled slightly, too lazy to answer him, and simply waved his hand, saying indifferently, "Give me the beating."

Upon receiving the order, the ten wooden soldiers rushed forward.

Yan Xujia's eyes widened in terror as he suddenly realized what was happening and turned to look at the referee's room, but it was too late. His face was already covered by two wooden hands, and his limbs were forcibly bound by three wooden soldiers in an ambiguous manner.

Then the remaining five wooden soldiers began a street brawl, punching and kicking each other, and under Xia Feng's control, they would occasionally accidentally kick his groin.

The beautiful screams echoed throughout the arena where thousands fought.

(End of this chapter)