Fire Monster

Chapter 320 Wang Chen's Door Panel Sword

When Yang Mao finally filled his chariot with spiritual energy, Wang Chen finally discovered the awesomeness of this chariot.

Especially when he drew out his sword and used a powerful move that turned sword energy into a meteor and blasted over, but was unable to leave any trace on the surface of the chariot, he and Yang Mao were both dumbfounded.

Who is Wang Chen!
That was when Zhao Guanshan was still alive. He was a swordsman who was highly regarded by even Xiao Chengyun. At that time, his sword energy turning into meteors could severely damage ninth-order evil demons. Now, twenty years have passed, and he has never stopped practicing swordsmanship.

Nowadays, his swordsmanship is already the best in their mercenary group. Even in the entire Linjiang Prefecture, except for the Qi Refiners above level three, he can be known as the best swordsman among mortals.

Although it's of no use.

But he was able to kill a ninth-order demon without any injury with the help of five long swords. This was no less awesome than Yang Mao, who was obsessed with studying liberal arts.

Zhao Guanshan has been dead for more than 20 years. Many people have become lax, gained weight, and have lost their motivation. Many people have died in battle and retired, but only these two are still madly honing their skills in their respective fields.

But today, Wang Chen's defense was broken.

He had specially asked someone to help him, using all his connections, to get this sword from the Demon Suppression Division. The material for this sword was used to build the Sixth Level Sealed Chariot. The sword was extremely hard, and with the added skill of turning sword energy into meteors, the Sixth Level Sealed Chariot could actually be cut open with a big hole. However, how could there not even be a white mark left?

“Yang Mao, Uncle Yang, how did you do it? We are all four-seal martial artists, and we all have the Fire Seal. Why are you so awesome? You can just say that this Imperial Seal chariot is a level seven Imperial Seal chariot, and I will believe it!”

"It's hard to explain this in a few words. I'm actually quite confused, but I suddenly have a lot of sudden ideas. By the way, didn't you just say that you also have a lot of sudden ideas?"

"But how can I compare with you? Even if I become a five-seal martial artist, I can't kill a tenth-order evil demon alone. But I think your chariot can withstand an eleventh-order evil demon. No, no, how did you make this? Help me get one. I will go and get a five-level imperial seal chariot in a while!"

Wang Chen shouted excitedly, then quickly got into the chariot. He was really excited to see the prey.

But when he saw the bare cab with nothing in it, he was dumbfounded again. To be honest, because he was obsessed with swordsmanship, he didn't pay much attention to other things except going to the front line to kill evil spirits, and he didn't care about Yang Mao's transformation of the level 5 Imperial Seal Chariot.

"Hehe, you must be dumbfounded. Actually, I'm not sure if I can rebuild such a weird chariot again, but I can lend it to you to play with first."

Yang Mao was very generous and gave Wang Chen demonstrations and guidance immediately.

But Wang Chen never expected that even if he did as Yang Mao said and pressed the Fire Seal on the dashboard, the huge Fire Seal in the chariot did not react at all.

"Fuck, this thing is shy?"

Yang Mao was very curious, so he stepped forward and tried it casually. In an instant, a fire seal with a radius of one meter was formed out of thin air. His reaction speed was top-notch.

He could even lie down or sit as he pleased.

Wang Chen, who was standing by, was stunned and filled with envy.

"Brother Wang, let's not rush. Let's sort out our thoughts first. I feel that even if I use this method to rebuild a chariot for you, you probably still won't be able to control it, because, how should I put it, the process of this transformation is like, let me describe it this way, this chariot is like it has been integrated into my flesh and blood, my spirit, and my aura, and this chariot has also shared its power with me, so you see, I can even carry a box weighing 10,000 kilograms back and forth."

"After thinking about it, I feel that what really works is not the spiritual energy array of this chariot. It is no longer the core of this chariot, but those complex and chaotic spiritual energy circuits with tens of thousands of them."

"These originally chaotic spiritual energy circuits now seem to form a system of their own. That's why they can never be fully charged no matter how hard you try. This is because this system is like an invisible abyss or vortex that stores this power. So, I would venture to guess that the magic tools of immortal cultivators are no more than this."

"Anyway, Brother Wang, I can't help you modify the chariot, but I can help you replicate these psychic circuits, and then you can try to see if you can achieve the same effect as mine."

"If this is accomplished, our mercenary group might be able to take on the hunting orders of twelfth-level demons."

After hearing Yang Mao's explanation, Wang Chen was a little confused, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that he believed in Yang Mao.

"Okay, Yang Mao, when are you going to start? If it won't take long, I can take the hunting orders later. Also, if you need any materials, I'll have Sun Zei send them to you."

Sun the thief has not been to the front line for a long time. He opened a workshop ten years ago and is now a well-known businessman. He is as fat as a pig. Many old buddies who retired from the legion, such as Yu Che and Zhang Dayong, all follow Sun the thief.

Speaking of which, the most powerful time for their mercenary group was a few years ago. At that time, Deng Jiu and Mo Laoer were still alive, and the group of old buddies were also in high spirits.

But later on, some died, some became disabled, and a group of old buddies retired. Now this mercenary corps has long since fallen to a third- or fourth-rate level, with less than twenty permanent warriors.

"We don't need the materials for now. We have them in our frontline camp. But I have to think about it. We can't deploy tens of thousands of psychic circuits on your long sword. If we do that, it will no longer be a long sword, but a door-panel sword."

"Wait, Brother Wang, how about you get a door-panel sword? We can cooperate in battle, and you don't need to worry about the logistical burden. When you have nothing to do, just hang the door-panel sword on my chariot. I will design and modify an external high-voltage psychic energy charging device for you. Then you only need to throw the sword out at the critical moment."

"Is it possible? A sword as big as a door panel?" Wang Chen was stunned.

"Hehe, so you don't understand, Brother Wang. This is the liberal arts student who can turn decay into magic. That's it. If it doesn't work, let's try another plan."

"I say, will this affect my image? The door panel is so big, damn, is it me playing with it or is it playing with me?"

Wang Chen still found it a little hard to accept. He had been honing his sword skills for thirty years, but in the end he had to play with door panels.

"There's no other way, Brother Wang. With tens of thousands of psychic circuits, this is the only way to do it. In fact, I underestimated the size of the door panels. In the end, I might end up with a sword as big as a boat. Anyway, let's try it first. I can also sort out my thoughts at the same time."

Yang Mao did what he said. He was familiar with this front-line camp. Over the past decade, this had almost become his modification base.

Several models of operating tables were opened one by one, covering all sizes. He was busy with them, looking as happy as a god.

But after watching for a while, Wang Chen found it so damn boring.

As for the other members of the mercenary group, it had been nearly two hours since the assembly message was sent out, and there was no reply at all. But it didn't matter. With the lights and noisy voices of other legion camps, he held his breath, calmed down, and began to practice with a long sword in hand.

Indeed, the Lihuo Seal was indeed restless, as if it was about to burn, sword energy was flying, and the Lihuo Talisman was heavy. He inexplicably felt more touched about his understanding of the Lihuo Talisman.

But it still hasn't reached the critical point, so it's still impossible to break free from the shackles and soar into the sky like Yang Mao.

"However, Yang Mao may not be much stronger than me. Could it be that he got this opportunity with the help of the chariot? He himself said that it was as if he and the chariot were one body, connected by flesh and blood. But I have practiced sword for thirty years, but this sword cannot resonate with me. Why doesn't it burn?"

Wang Chen was very confused, but he didn't know where the problem lay. Neither he nor Yang Mao were Qi Refiners, and they had no experience in this area, otherwise how could they not be able to judge.

So I could only think about it randomly, but I actually came up with a name for it, which is amazing.

Soon, it was daybreak, the red sun rose in the east, and the rosy glow illuminated a thousand miles. The mercenary groups in other military camps had already assembled, and each received a hunting order and went to the front line. However, Wang Chen was still standing at the entrance of the camp with a long sword on his back, but no one came.

The last time this mercenary group went on a mission was half a year ago.

If people's hearts are lost, it will be difficult to lead the team.

Mr. Zhao's family business eventually declined.

Hey!
Wang Chen let out a long sigh, he didn't know where Supervisor Xiao and Boss Liu had gone, and Young Master Zhao didn't leave any children, so they, the Zhao family's retainers, couldn't help no matter how hard they tried.

I think the Zhao family is finished.

Wang Chen thought that after the war was over, he would go back and adopt his little grandson to the Zhao family. What if - damn!
When he turned around, he saw Yang Mao running out carrying a small boat that was almost three meters long and half a meter wide. Damn it, can this be called a door panel?

You might as well get me a warship.

Can this be called a sword?

Your sword looks like this!

"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, don't run, don't glare, just give it a try and see if it works. Just give it a try, and if it doesn't work, I'll find another way."

Yang Mao, however, was beaming with joy. He felt very happy because if this psychic energy circuit worked, it would mean that he would also be the chief master craftsman Yang.

Wang Chen had a dark face and didn't want to talk. Fortunately there was no third person here, otherwise he would never try. It would be embarrassing. After all, he was the best swordsman among the mortals in Linjiang Prefecture.

"Damn, Yangmao, this thing must weigh at least 10,000 kilograms."

"No, Brother Wang, I swear, I really don't have any. It's only 9,999 kilograms. I can control it and it feels quite smooth. Well, Brother Wang, wait a moment. I will modify an external high-voltage psychic interface for you and install it on my chariot. I guarantee that you will be able to use it smoothly and at your pleasure."

"Damn, this isn't even sharpened!"

Wang Chen complained, but he was also a little bit expectant. What if it works, right?

(End of this chapter)