Chapter 1152 - 382: Demonic Xueyang

Mu Cheng needed to slay the Evil Lice. She had extremely strict requirements for the weight and volume of her sword. Otherwise, she couldn’t achieve precision, let alone wield it with ease. In other words, Mu Cheng wanted to forge a sword using the same amount of material as a Heaven-piercing Halberd, yet keep its weight at the level of a dagger. It was simply a fantasy.

Only the Divine Land Research Institute could even attempt such a feat. After all, it was the world’s top research institution; other nations wouldn’t even dare to imagine it.

However, even if the forging was successful, the sword’s durability remained a major issue. Adding more alloys could increase its hardness, but its density would ultimately be unstable. Forget about using it in the Wet Realm; even on Earth, it wouldn’t last very long. It was a complete waste of manpower and resources.

"Thank you!" Mu Cheng nodded to the staff member.

Although this was a mission assigned by Divine Land, the people from the Research Institute were undeniably exhausted, and she sympathized with them. Yet, she had no other choice. The Evil Lice were so small that if her sword was too heavy or thick, it would severely affect her performance.

"You can do it, Mu Cheng!" a girl shouted.

"Go, honey!" Xueyang followed up from a short distance away. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, his voice was the loudest, even carrying a hint of grandstanding.

"Xueyang, shut up! Don’t distract Mu Cheng!" Ban Rongchen was so angry he almost spat blood. Just what kind of creature was this guy? Did the Yangxiang Race have no sense of shame or propriety at all? He still couldn’t resist running his mouth at a crucial moment like this, completely unafraid of being slapped to death by Mu Jingliang. Ban Rongchen turned his head to look. Sure enough, Mu Jingliang’s face was darker than the bottom of a pot. If it weren’t for the sake of diplomatic relations between the two countries, Mu Jingliang would have already taken action.

Ban Rongchen was equally frustrated. Xueyang had leverage over him, so he could only stubbornly maintain his disguise as Uncle Nine. At the very least, he couldn’t let Xueyang cause a disaster. Just what kind of wretched job was this Guardian role? It was practically torturing him to death.

In front of the broken bridge, Mu Cheng completely ignored Xueyang. A few days ago, she would have been furious, but she gradually got used to it, simply treating his shouts like a barking dog.

The Evil Lice gathered right at the entrance of the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge. There seemed to be some sort of restriction, as these Evil Lice wouldn’t go inside at all; they merely blocked the necessary path. This two-meter radius also provided Mu Cheng with a convenient opportunity to pick them off one by one.

CLANG.

BUZZ!

A wooden box fell to the ground, and a silver light flashed through the air like a streak of lightning.

SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH!

SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH!

Mu Cheng didn’t waste any time. Without a word, she began rapidly executing the Evil Lice. Having tried this many times, she was already highly proficient. The crowd could only see the silver light flashing wildly, entirely unable to trace the trajectory of Mu Cheng’s blade. It was just too fast.

In Su Yue’s eyes, the blade was exactly like a Gatling machine gun, constantly unleashing crazy output. The blade even started to glow red. The space around Mu Cheng distorted slightly as the temperature rose. This had to be the result of the blade rubbing against the air too many times and too quickly, eventually causing the metal to burn red hot. Just how fast was that?

Su Yue muttered in his heart that Mu Cheng was also close to breaking through to the Fifth Rank. It seemed she had been training madly recently and had received some fortuitous opportunities. She was probably just one step away and could break through within a few weeks. It wasn’t just him making progress; his other companions also had their own serendipitous encounters. There was Meng Yang and Bai Xiaolong’s overpowered, suspiciously intimate Swordsmanship. Yang Lezhi’s foolish combat tactics. Gong Ling’s chief profound bow. Du Jing’s Book and Wang Lu Feng definitely had their respective families’ Rich Dog inheritances.

On the way to Nanwu, Feng Jiajia had told Su Yue that she would soon reach the Fourth Rank. Moreover, Feng Jiajia had mentioned that she was different from others—her cultivation speed would increase even more after reaching Grandmaster. Even Zhou Yuncan and Liao Ping were desperately trying to catch up. Heaven would not disappoint those with determination. Su Yue believed that every hardworking companion could obtain their own serendipity. The Heavenly Dao rewarded diligence. Destiny would surely bestow heavy rewards upon those who fought tenaciously. And it wasn’t just individuals. Divine Land, a nation that continually strove forward, would also enjoy soaring national fortune.

"It’s so fast, just like setting off fireworks." Zhou Yuncan’s exclamation interrupted Su Yue’s scattered thoughts.

It really was just like fireworks. In front of Mu Cheng, a crimson cluster of light had already appeared. The tip of her Longsword was completely burned red, and every time she slew an Evil Lice, a spark would explode outward. There was an ancient activity in Divine Land called striking iron sparks. Mu Cheng currently looked as though she was performing it. He had to admit that his girlfriend was breathtakingly beautiful. Illuminated by the sparks, her profile flickered, looking exactly like a fairy descending to the mortal realm. Countless students were already watching in a daze. Su Yue actually felt a slight pang of jealousy.

"Almost there, more than half of the Evil Lice have been wiped out!" Three-fifths of the barely visible swarm of insects had already been eliminated. If everything went smoothly, Mu Cheng would definitely succeed. Her sword was incredibly precise.

"You’re too optimistic, Su Yue.

"In truth, the real test comes later.

"Even if Mu Cheng’s Qi Blood can hold up, that sword’s durability will soon be worn down.

"Last time, the sword shattered right at the three-fifths mark.

"Hopefully, it can last a little longer this time," Zhou Yuncan said with a bitter smile. Having witnessed many failures, he hadn’t held onto any hope from the start and looked completely numb to it all.

"Is it really that difficult?" Su Yue frowned. The material of that sword should be excellent, but it indeed seemed to have some shortcomings. Its heat resistance was too poor.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, waiting for the thrilling climax. Out of everyone present, Principal Nanwu was the most nervous.