OBS Chapter 65 Weight Technique, the sword weighs 5 jin!
Chapter 65 Weight Technique, the sword weighs 5 jin!
"Weight Object Technique!"
With focused concentration, a mental image quickly formed in his mind: a dark, solid stone.
This is naturally a Moon Clan technique, just like his Frost Wind Technique, which was cultivated by his soul slave.
After the spell was cast, the heavy sword in Zhao An's hand suddenly sank, and a faint dark light flowed across its surface.
Zhao An drew his sword and swung it.
hum!
The heavy whistling sound made it seem as if Zhao An was swinging not a knife, but a huge millstone!
With a heavy slash of his long sword, he chopped a large wooden stake in the courtyard into eight pieces.
Half of the blade was still embedded in the ground, plowing out a crack more than a meter long along with inertia before Zhao An pulled it out.
The blade rang out, like muffled thunder passing through the sky, startling the grass and trees!
Weighting spell, this is the translated name of the Moon Clan spell. As the name suggests, it can apply a weight to the object he touches.
This weight can vary, reaching up to 500 pounds, and lasts for about ten minutes.
Thus, the knife in Zhao An's hand weighed 560 jin!
It was just a casual swing, yet it had such destructive power.
Such a heavy object would inevitably be difficult for other martial artists to lift and wield, even if they could lift it, severely reducing their speed and frequency of strikes.
But Zhao An did not.
With his current physical strength and the added boost from his internal energy, he can easily swing a heavy sword weighing around 500 jin (250 catties), and the impact on his sword-striking speed is still acceptable.
Li Gou'er, who was also wielding a knife nearby, looked at the heavy knife in Zhao An's hand, then at the knife in his own hand, and felt that it was like a child's toy.
His knife was so powerful that it could not even plow through the stone slabs; if it could even cut an inch into the black wooden stake, that would be considered a sign of his strength.
"Brother Zhao is truly a god!" Li Gou'er swallowed hard and murmured.
The more actively he practiced martial arts and cultivated himself, the more terrifying Zhao Anqiang seemed.
That body, which even a knife couldn't cut, was simply inhuman.
Zhao An swung his knife a few more times, then adjusted its weight to about 300 jin (150 kg). This way, his slashing speed was almost unaffected, achieving a good balance between destructive power and speed.
After unleashing his swordsmanship and calming his blood and qi, Zhao Anping felt as if his strength had been reborn, undergoing a complete transformation!
It's no exaggeration to say that today's gains represent his biggest improvement since he started practicing martial arts.
He broke through to the Strong Breath Realm in internal energy cultivation, and directly mastered the fourth level of the eighth-grade Hard Bone Skill.
If we add to that yesterday's near-perfect mastery of the Eighth Grade Wandering Steps, and the several Moon Clan techniques he acquired, his strength has indeed made a great leap forward.
Not to mention the county magistrate and the leaders of Black Wind Stronghold who were killed by him back then.
Even if he were to face the guards from the prefectural city who were standing next to the county magistrate, he felt that he could only manage a fight.
If he were to gain further mastery of his finger techniques and seventh-grade sword skills, he would likely be invincible throughout the county!
"Power, ah, it's truly captivating..." Zhao An sighed contentedly.
The next day.
As the caravan left the city, Li Tianhuai sat in one of the carriages loaded with goods.
That tiny gap was where he bought his caravan ticket.
There were quite a few other people traveling to the prefectural city, all crammed together in the carriage.
The caravan was not small, consisting of dozens of horse-drawn carriages carrying goods and hundreds of escorts from the merchant guild.
Zhao An rode his horse alongside Li Tianhuai as they left the city.
He promised to see her off, and he wouldn't go back on his word.
Li Gou'er and Zhao Chunzi followed behind, each riding a horse.
This horse was seized by Zhao An from the headquarters of those gangs that had been wiped out.
They sold a few more horses, keeping only these three in good condition for transportation.
After seeing him off for more than ten miles, Li Tianhuai saw no pursuers coming from the city behind him and felt a little relieved. He then said to Zhao An, who was traveling with him.
"Brother Zhao, at this point, I think the Hu family won't cause me any more trouble, so let's leave it here."
"No rush," Zhao An said, shaking his head. They traveled another twenty or thirty miles together.
Suddenly, dust billowed from the road behind them, and the sound of galloping hooves came from behind, alerting everyone in the caravan.
The bodyguards and martial artists reached for the hilts of their swords, looked back, and some even pulled out crossbows from the carriages, hiding them behind their backs.
Because they spend most of their time traveling and transporting goods, they have no choice but to be so careful.
Especially now, with the dynasty in turmoil, chaos reigning in various places, and bandits and outlaws roaming the land like cattle.
The slightest carelessness could lead to the annihilation of the entire convoy.
Zhao An raised his eyebrows; what was bound to happen had finally happened.
A dozen or so riders caught up with the caravan, only slowing down as they got closer.
The man on horseback was dressed like an ordinary martial arts practitioner, wearing a bamboo hat with the brim pulled low, and a half-face iron mask covering his face.
At first glance, it's clear that this group of people have ill intentions!
Zhao An saw it all clearly, because in his eyes, any disguise was futile.
The names on those tops were all very distinct.
The leader of that group was none other than Hu Dingtian, the prefectural general whom he had met once before, and also the eldest son of the Hu family.
He had anticipated that the Hu family would send someone to take his life. After all, Li Tianhuai had caused chaos and disgrace to their entire clan, so how could they let him go so easily?
But Zhao An did not expect that Hu Dingtian would personally lead people to come.
Perhaps he had been mistreated at the magistrate's residence and wanted to get revenge in person today.
"Young Master, the scholar is indeed here." A martial arts master from the Hu family reined in his horse and stepped forward, quickly locating Li Tianhuai hiding in the cargo cart.
Without him saying anything more, Hu Dingtian not only spotted Li Tianhuai, but also Zhao An standing to the side. The two locked eyes, their gazes meeting, neither looking away.
Zhao An saw a fierce, cold glint in the other person's eyes.
"Interesting, both of them are here, which is just right..." Hu Dingtian said indifferently.
"Who are you? Do you know the Fan Clan Merchant Guild?" the caravan leader shouted, turning his horse around.
"The Fan family of the prefecture city is aware of this. Today I am only taking two people with me, and it has nothing to do with the Chamber of Commerce," Hu Dingtian said, flashing a blue jade token in his hand.
He didn't let the other party see it clearly, but it's likely that the other party already knew the value of this jade pendant.
As expected, the caravan leader's expression changed when he saw the cyan jade token, and he cupped his hands in greeting.
"Whom does the military commander wish to see?"
Hu Dingtian remained silent, while the martial arts instructor beside him nodded at Li Tianhuai and Zhao An.
"Understood." The caravan manager nodded, took out a small money pouch from his pocket, and was about to return it to Li Tianhuai.
This is Li Tianhuai's fare, which he intends to return in full.
"I'm sorry, brother, the caravan can't protect you now that you've offended someone. We've only just met, so I won't charge you."
Seeing that the caravan leader was timid but still had a certain moral bottom line, Zhao An pushed the money bag back.
"Keep the money and leave."
"This..." The steward looked at Zhao An with confusion.
"I will handle the trouble here myself. When the time comes, you should continue to take him to the prefectural city. He was the top scorer in this year's county examination, and he may be able to enter officialdom in the future. You should think it through carefully," Zhao An said.
Merchants are driven by profit, and after a moment's thought, the steward nodded and said, "In that case, he shall remain with me. However, if this military commander comes after us again, I will have no choice but to hand him over."
"Don't worry, you won't see him today!" Zhao An turned his head, looked at Hu Dingtian, and said slowly.
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