Is it wrong to want to marry a weapon?

"I won't be putting in any effort during the battle."

"You'll get a good taste of what it's like to be toughened up."

Lu Chan said indifferently.

The reason why magical artifacts are called magical artifacts is because they also have consciousness, just like the pets of the artifact refiner.

Even the lowest grade Storm Sword possesses its own consciousness.

In order to hone the Storm Sword itself, Lu Chan would not use that bug-like spiritual skill mindlessly; otherwise, the Storm Sword itself would never be able to step into a higher level.

"Shua!!!"

With a flash of white light.

Through the device link, the consciousnesses of Lu Chan and Storm Sword simultaneously entered the virtual world.

[Note: Due to the current isolation of the Northern Sacred State from the outside world, you can only be matched with players from the same Northern Sacred State.]

It was accompanied by a mechanical prompt.

Lu Chan slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a vast, endless white space.

The reason why 1v1 single-weapon battles are not valuable is that you cannot choose the battle environment, nor can you know the opponent's weapon in advance, and you can only use one weapon at a time, making it entirely a matter of pure random luck.

[Student 202286 of the Flowing Firefly Weapon Forging Academy - Shadow Twin Blades (Low Grade)]

【Battle】

[Guest Account - Storm Sword (Low Grade)]

"Not bad luck, I've been matched with an opponent who also possesses a low-grade spiritual weapon."

Lu Chan's illusory and blurry figure landed on the ground, and he murmured softly.

Soon, a three-foot-long sword surrounded by a whirlwind appeared in her hand. The silver patterns looked rather ornate. It has to be said that the Storm Sword really didn't look like a low-grade spiritual weapon.

The Storm Sword trembled slightly, as if it were somewhat nervous.

Lu Chan also raised her head, and there was a phantom figure in front of her; the figure held two jet-black curved blades, as black as ink, and vaguely revealed a bloodthirsty aura.

[Battle begins!!]

"Swish"

The moment their protective shields disappeared, the other side instantly entered combat mode.

He leaned forward slightly, accelerated, and charged towards Lu Chan. As he approached, the Shadow Twin Blades in his hands slashed down like knives and forks, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

"Click——"

Lu Chan showed no intention of dodging; she simply raised her Storm Sword and assumed the most basic blocking stance.

"Buzz!!!" Accompanied by a sparking sound, two blade marks immediately appeared on the blade of the Storm Sword, which trembled violently.

"Hmm? Isn't this weapon refiner going to dodge?" The figure controlling the Shadow Twin Blades paused slightly.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for destroying your magical artifact directly."

During virtual battles, the weapon refiner does not feel pain when their physical body dies; rather, they experience the same pain as in reality when their magical weapon is damaged.

The opponent turned around, and the Shadow Twin Blades drew two ink-like streaks in the air.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang"

Because Lu Chan offered no resistance, the Storm Sword was quickly and severely damaged with a few sparks and friction sounds.

A few seconds later, a notification popped up indicating that the battle was over, and the pain of the broken Storm Sword was also felt by the weapon refiner.

"..."

"..."

If a weapon refiner were experiencing this feeling for the first time, they would probably have to wail and scream for half an hour before they could calm down.

But Lu Chan remained completely unfazed. With her pale purple eyes lowered, she said indifferently, "So you're this weak? Even more useless than I imagined."

"Is it because I've never handled a low-grade spiritual weapon before?"

After saying that, Lu Chan immediately started the next match.

After a successful match, Lu Chan returned to the virtual battle arena.

This time, the opposing team matched them with a weapon refiner whose spirit weapon was a mid-grade [Demon Blood Scythe].

Seeing that blackish-purple scythe, over five meters long and with menacing fangs, being dragged on the ground by the weapon refiner...

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz!!" The Storm Sword was so frightened that it wet itself and began to tremble violently, begging for mercy from Lu Chan.

"No, keep fighting!"

"Virtual combat is the best way to hone your skills. If you can withstand thirty hits without breaking, I'll let you off the hook."

Lu Chan said coldly.

If his natal magical weapon were of superior or even mid-grade quality, he wouldn't have used such a rigorous method to refine it. Unfortunately... facing a low-grade Storm Sword that breaks so easily, if he doesn't put in more effort, he'll probably have to abandon it.

Sensing Lu Chan's cold demeanor, Storm Sword had no choice but to confront his fear and try his best to stop trembling.

Unfortunately, the result was undoubtedly another crushing defeat.

Because Lu Chan had no intention of fighting back, in less than three seconds, the Storm Sword was torn in two by the huge scythe and fell to the ground.

Then, the third round began.

This time, Storm Sword refused to fight and just kept shaking wildly in Lu Chan's hand.

Even if Lu Chan's predecessor didn't value Storm Sword much, he wouldn't have abused or punished it like this, and wouldn't have allowed Storm Sword's young and immature mind to be constantly tormented.

And so, as it was constantly ravaged and broken, Stormsword's day came to an end.

Unfortunately, as the clock struck midnight, Lu Chan, with a loss of 59 points, still had no intention of letting go of Storm Sword.

Zijing Academy: Chapter 6: Instant Kill

59 losses.

This means that the Storm Sword has been broken 59 times. As a low-grade spiritual weapon, it is much weaker than Lu Chan had imagined.

The main problem is that the opponent is too weak...

Due to Lu Chan's deliberate actions, they were unable to touch Lu Chan's true form and were forced to attack the Storm Sword.

At this moment, it is already the 60th match.

Lu Chan moved lightly, causing his opponent's fiery red spear to repeatedly pierce the tip of the Storm Sword, sparks flying everywhere. At this moment, the Storm Sword had also undergone some obvious changes; at least... it wouldn't shatter at the slightest touch.

"It still doesn't work..."

"The quality is really too poor, it can't compare to my previous lineup of spirit weapons at all."

"A magical weapon that can cause damage even when merely parrying is not a qualified magical weapon."

"I'm afraid no matter how much you train in the future, you'll never become a dominant force. However, since you're my natal spirit weapon, I still have an obligation to train you to the point where you can fight normally."

Lu Chan felt a pang of emotion.

However, just as she was thinking this, the Storm Sword sensed a hint of disappointment in its master's heart, and its original fear turned into a sense of urgency.

At the same time, a voice suddenly rang out: "What's going on? You can't even attack and you're participating in a virtual battle? You're just asking for humiliation, you short, newbie."

Although the faces of the visitors are not clearly visible, their body outlines and heights are still discernible.

Hearing the taunts from the other side, Lu Chan didn't care and just smiled indifferently.

Come to think of it, when I was training and refining the new spiritual weapon system in my previous life, I was ridiculed countless times, but I rarely talked back.

She hadn't participated in online virtual battles for a long time, and only when she heard the taunts again did she remember them, and she missed them terribly.

In the few short seconds that Lu Chan recalled, the Storm Sword and the spear clashed countless times. Although the Storm Sword retreated step by step, there was no sign of it breaking.

"Oh?"

Lu Chan let out a soft exclamation and looked at the Storm Sword with some surprise; its body, which had been trembling with fear, had become much more stable and was barely able to block the attack of the opponent's spiritual weapon.

Lu Chan silently counted in his mind: "Not bad, I've finally made it to thirty."

"Let's end it then."

The next time, when her opponent thrust forward again with a fiery red spear, she casually swung her sword forward and slashed.

"Qiang!!!"

A flash of silver sword light, accompanied by a piercing noise, and the fiery red spear snapped in two from head to tail, its tip curling back as it was cleaved in two by a single sword strike.

The battle is over.

By putting down the Storm Sword, the opponent finally experienced the pain of a shattered magical weapon.

Lu Chan chuckled softly: "After being broken so many times, have you finally become a little stronger? Or are you afraid of being abandoned by me?"

She gently stroked the blade of the Storm Sword, her expression somewhat strange, her eyes thoughtful.

The next second, the Storm Sword obediently rested in her palm, as if to say, "You've already won, so you don't have to suffer anymore."

Seeing this, Lu Chan shook his head: "This is beyond my expectations, but don't rush, let's play one last round before we leave."

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[Heihe Academy's Chief Refiner - Young Steel Dragon (Low Grade)]

【Battle】

[Visitor - Storm Sword (Low Grade)]

Match successful, information of both parties disclosed.

In the virtual battle space.

Sitting atop a colossal, jet-black steel weapon, the girl with long, curly black hair frowned slightly. She couldn't help but mutter, "Storm Sword? This magical weapon is too weak! Oh well, I'll just consider it a chance to improve my win rate."

The girl with the online ID "Chief Refiner of Heihe Academy" is Wu Mo, a star player from Heihe Academy in this Northern Sacred State League, who wields a high-grade spiritual weapon.

She participated in the 1v1 single spirit weapon battle today mainly to train her newly contracted spirit weapon, the juvenile steel dragon.

The special thing about beast-type weapon refiners is that all beast-type spiritual weapons are of low grade when they are created, which is fixed; however, as long as the juvenile steel dragon completes its growth before the start of the league, the Black River Academy's performance in this league will definitely improve, and it may even break the previous academy's peak record.

Unfortunately, the wielder of a magical weapon like the Storm Sword looks very weak, so it can't serve its purpose of tempering the user.

Judging solely from the quality of the magical artifacts, the two are not even in the same league.

Despite being only a low-grade juvenile stage, the juvenile steel dragon was already over seven meters long. Its jet-black scales were terrifying and deep, and it exuded an incomparably domineering aura. Compared to the petite girl who was only 1.5 meters tall and the Storm Sword in her hand, it was simply a world apart.

Of course, more importantly... a spiritual weapon of this strength must have already had spiritual techniques inscribed on it by the weapon refiner during the contracting process.

A few seconds later, the battle began.

Lu Chan slightly bent down, and a wisp of cyan light condensed on the Storm Sword in her hand. This was the Storm Sword's innate talent, and also a useless talent that most heavy sword spirit weapons were born with: charging up power.

Wu Mo didn't even bother to manipulate it, ordering the young Steel Dragon to act on its own.

Strangely, in that very instant...

hum! ! !

The young steel dragon's pupils widened suddenly, and an invisible aura of intimidation emanated from the Storm Sword.

Its massive body froze in place, unable to move or be controlled by its master. Terrified, it could only stare at the Storm Sword before it with fear and helplessness.

After the unusual sword cry pierced through the intersection of countless souls and consciousnesses, the juvenile steel dragon seemed to see a black river with its own eyes.

The surface of the river is covered with countless broken steel butterfly wings, like millions of dead butterflies, intertwined, overlapping and fluttering, enough to kill anyone with trypophobia at first glance.

And at the end of the black river...

A blade, larger than the sky, stood upright, gazing down upon him from above, almost like a god.

[Spiritual Skill - Soul Suppression]