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Chapter 101 Tianjun Blade
Song Chen picked up the Thunderclap Blade from beside the bed and handed it over.
Zhou Wangyue took the knife and pulled out a section of it.
The sound of the Thunderclap Blade being drawn echoed in the room; the silver blade was covered with fine cracks, like a spider web.
The blade had several chipped edges, a broken tip, and the psionic patterns on the blade were dim and lifeless, like a filament about to go out.
This knife has been through too many battles in the past month and is severely damaged.
Zhou Wangyue ran his fingers lightly across the blade, feeling the depth and direction of the cracks, then sheathed the sword and placed it on the bed.
"This knife looks usable, but it's actually useless."
"You've killed too many alien beasts, and the metal fatigue of the blade has reached its limit. If you continue to use it, it might break. For an A-grade battle sword, it's already been used to its fullest potential. It's time to retire it."
Song Chen stared at the Thunderclap Blade for a moment.
This knife had been with him for a long time, from Anning City to the wilderness, from the wilderness to Tianhe South, and from Tianhe South to Tianhai East.
The blade is stained with the blood of countless strange beasts; its cracks are its badges of honor.
Zhou Wangyue waved his hand, and immediately a soldier walked in from outside, carrying a long wooden box in his arms.
Give the box to Song Chen.
"Yes, sir."
The soldier respectfully handed over the box.
When Song Chen opened it, as he expected, it was a knife.
This knife is shorter than the Thunderclap Knife, and its scabbard is black without any patterns or decorations.
He gripped the hilt and slowly pulled the knife out. The blade emitted a dull thud, like a low groan emanating from the depths of the earth.
The blade is dark silver, without any psionic patterns or decorative engravings. It is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting one's image.
You don't need to test the sharpness of the blade with your hand; just looking at the edge makes you feel like something has cut your eye.
Zhou Wangyue looked at him.
"It's called the Heavenly Blade, and it's considered quite good among S-rank swords. It's one of my personal swords, consider it your apprenticeship gift."
Song Chen fully drew the knife. The moment he held it, his arm felt a little heavy. The knife looked small, but it was several times heavier than the Thunderclap Knife.
The knife hilt felt like it was made just for him, every curve perfectly matching the lines of his palm.
Zhou Wangyue stood to the side, his hands behind his back, watching Song Chen hold the knife with the satisfaction of an old man watching a young man get a good tool.
"The difference between S-class and A-class is not the magnitude of power. A-class is very strong, while S-class is a qualitative leap."
"A-grade knife is still a good knife; you can use it to unleash 120% of its power."
"And an S-class knife is an extension of your body. When you use it, it's not like you're holding a knife; it's like your arm has become longer, and the blade reaches wherever your body can touch."
Song Chen gripped the Heavenly Blade and closed his eyes.
His vital energy surged from his palms and flowed into the blade.
The moment his Qi and blood entered the Tianjun Blade, he felt an unprecedented smoothness, like a river flowing from a wide channel into the sea, without obstruction, without stagnation, and without any waste.
He opened his eyes and swung his knife.
No sword techniques were used; it was just the most basic and ordinary slashing.
The Heavenly Blade drew a dark silver arc in the air. Wherever the blade passed, the air was cut open with a visible slit. It was not blade energy, nor sword energy, but simply sharpness, so sharp that it cut through the air.
He looked down at the Tianjun Blade in his hand, paused for a long time, and then sheathed the blade, hanging it side by side with the Jinglei Blade on his back.
Two knives, one old, one new; one covered in cracks, the other smooth as a mirror; one was his old comrade-in-arms who had accompanied him through life and death, the other was his companion on his journey to a brighter future.
"Thank you, teacher."
When Zhou Wangyue heard the word "teacher," the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
He nodded and turned to walk towards the door.
He stopped when he reached the door.
"Are you still going to do your task?" he asked.
"It's not finished yet."
"Alright, come back after you're done. I'll extend the mission to clear out Tianhai East Fortress for you. Five days should be enough?"
"enough."
Zhou Wangyue pushed open the door and went out. His footsteps echoed in the corridor, very light, and quickly disappeared at the end of the passage.
Song Chen sat on the bed, looking at the Tianjun Blade behind his waist, and then at the Jinglei Blade on the bed.
He picked up the Thunderclap Blade, wrapped the scabbard several times with strips of cloth, and then put it into his backpack.
He won't throw it away, but he won't take it to the battlefield anymore; it needs to rest.
Over the next five days, the garrison of Tianhai East Fortress witnessed a massacre they would never forget.
On the first day, Song Chen cleared out all the remaining alien beasts in the South and North districts.
The next day, Song Chen began to advance into the outermost area of the fortress. This was no longer about clearing out the strange beasts, but about hunting them down.
Zhao Guoqiang provided him with a more detailed map, marking all known gathering points of strange beasts within a radius of fifty kilometers.
Song Chen selected the largest ones and cleared them out one by one.
In the morning, we cleared out a monster's nest in an abandoned mine, and in the afternoon, we cleared out a monster camp in a dead forest.
On the third day, Song Chen discovered a newly formed large gathering point of strange beasts forty kilometers southeast of Tianhai East Fortress.
This is an abandoned dam, and at least a thousand strange beasts dwell in the culvert below it.
He went in alone and stayed inside for a full four hours.
Four hours later, he came out, his combat suit covered in blood, but not a single drop of blood stained the blade of the Heavenly Blade. The sharpness of an S-class weapon meant that even blood couldn't adhere to it.
A reinforcement force sent by Tianhai City arrived at Tianhai East Fortress on this very day.
They were originally there to support the mopping-up operation. The officer in charge's first words to Zhao Guoqiang were, "Deputy Commander Zhao, our troops have arrived. When will we begin the mopping-up operation?"
Zhao Guoqiang pointed outside the city and said, "No need, it's already cleared out."
On the fourth day, Song Chen moved to clear the outer perimeter.
On the fifth day, Song Chen did not go out. He had killed everyone nearby, and if he went any further, he would be leaving the human-controlled area.
He thought for a moment, then looked at his kill count, which had reached 500,000.
That's about enough, let's go back now.
[Kill Value: 502470 points.]
That afternoon, the spacecraft sent by Tianhai University landed on the helipad of Tianhai East Fortress.
The person who came to pick him up was not Teacher Zhou or Mr. Chen, but a young man wearing a Tianhai University uniform who claimed to be the school office's driver and was overly respectful.
Song Chen stood at the north gate of the fortress, said goodbye to Zhao Guoqiang and Lin Yu, and then left.
After half an hour.
The spacecraft landed on the helipad of Tianhai University.
The hatch opened, and Song Chen stepped out. Looking at the people coming and going on campus, he thought, "This place is really nice."