Chapter 529: Although I Don't Understand, It Looks Awesome

"Excuse me..."

Several men from the West Polar Region were traversing a dungeon beneath the City Lord's palace. Though it was only on normal difficulty, they suddenly felt a dark, oppressive presence looming behind them.

The other onlookers from the region instinctively nudged themselves slightly to the side to make way.

"Might I ask why your weapon flashes with such brilliance?" On the screen, the Greatsword wielded by the Blade Master indeed radiated a peculiar light. The once-dull blade was now suffused with a glowing aura of spiritual energy, its cold edge gleaming so sharply that anyone could tell at a glance it was a rare treasure.

"Could it be that formations can be inscribed upon this sword? How can it be so miraculous?!"

"This happens to be a purple Greatsword Miss Theia bartered for with a month of Black Diamond membership!" Seeing no apparent malice from the black-robed figure, a nearby West Polar man boasted with an air of pride. "Moreover, it has been enhanced eight times. How could the power of an ordinary precious sword compare to this?"

"Enhanced?!" Since arriving at this shop, he had repeatedly heard all sorts of novel terms. Words like games, internet, and Black Diamond were one thing, but now came another thing called enhancement?!

What on earth was this new contraption?

Just as he was about to press further, the West Polar man said with a hint of impatience, "Go figure it out yourself. Stop pestering people with all these questions."

"..." His face darkened.

The West Polar man suddenly shuddered for some unknown reason, as if a primordial beast had abruptly glared at him.

Watching the retreating figure of the black-robed silhouette, he muttered, "What just happened? Why did I suddenly feel a chill down my spine?"

"How did it go?" the figure beside him inquired in a low voice.

"I have inquired clearly. It is a method called enhancement, which seemingly allows these weapons to grow stronger."

"Enhancement?"

The man completely shrouded within the voluminous black robe nodded solemnly. "Indeed. I suppose... it must be much like our own methods of artifact crafting, where we apply arrays and inscribe runes."

He then added, "It matters not that the lad refused to speak. A person possessing such methods would hardly remain obscure in this Continent of Arad. Perhaps they are a master of supreme attainment in artifact crafting. I shall consult my mentor; perhaps she has heard of them."

...

Meanwhile, outside the shop doors, yet another person seemed to have joined the ranks of the family heads from the Tang, Wang, Xie, and other major clans.

She was a beautiful, middle-aged woman appearing to be around thirty or forty years old, dressed in white robes adorned with ink-black patterns. Her yellow hair was bound up behind her head in a cloud bun. In ancient lore, "yellow hair" referred to the hair of the elderly turning from white back to yellow, a sign of longevity, which lent her a distinct air of immortal grace and rendered her incomparably noble.

Behind her followed a flock of young disciples, all clad in white with ink patterns. Led by the young women, each possessed skin that surpassed snow and faces like frost. These frost-defying, snow-surpassing beauties instantly drew the lingering stares of the customers inside the shop.

"It is a rare honor for the Head of the Qingqiu Clan to travel thousands of miles to Yuanyang City. Please forgive our lack of a proper welcome!" Even Zong Wu treated this middle-aged woman with the utmost respect.

"Wow... where did they come from? How is every single one of them so beautiful?" Lin Shao, passing by after purchasing a Cola, could not stop his eyes from darting in their direction.

"Fengxi Mountain, Cloud-Hidden Fairy Realm, the Qingqiu Clan," Tang Yu, who had also come to buy a Cola, whispered beside him. "To think even they have come."

"The Hidden Fairy Valley, is there something special about it?" Lin Shao asked curiously. "Aren't they just another ancient clan like yours?"

Tang Yu explained in a low voice, "Outsiders do not know, but we within the seven major clans are well aware. Our ancient clans possess a hierarchy. The Qingqiu and Xuanyuan clans have a history far more ancient than our other five clans! For instance, the Cloud-Hidden Fairy Realm where the Qingqiu Clan resides is an exceptionally well-preserved minor world."

"Is that so... that miraculous?!" Lin Shao gasped in amazement. A minor world, let alone a pristine one, even a completely shattered one was something that existed only in legends.

Instinctively glancing over once more, he was instantly met with several gazes that pierced through him like cold swords.

"So fierce..." Lin Shao shrunk his neck. "Drinking Cola, drinking Cola!"

...

At this moment, the middle-aged woman spoke, "Regarding the matter of the Nangong Clan last time, I heard that an elder of my clan was saved by the proprietor of this shop. Though entangled in mundane affairs, after delaying for so long, it is high time I came to offer my thanks."

She surveyed the interior of the shop. "To think that an extraordinary hidden expert resides within Yuanyang City. I wonder... where might that proprietor be?"

"Heheh... another flock of yellow-haired young fillies has arrived." Just then, several divine swords hanging from the bamboo pole spoke up.

"Big brother, does this little filly have poor eyesight? The man is sitting right in front of her, yet she didn't even notice."

"I reckon so, unlike us who are worldly and wise," another sword droned in a muffled tone.

The two divine swords chattered away in discussion.

The middle-aged woman's face darkened. She was of a mature age, yet she was actually being called a yellow-haired filly?! What kind of form of address was this?!

She then glanced at the two swords hanging from the bamboo pole, only to see their hands, formed from condensed malevolent energy, one crossing its arms and the other resting on its hips, looking entirely like they were enjoying a good show.

Of course, if they weren't suspended by a hemp rope, this display might indeed have appeared somewhat miraculous.

The middle-aged woman of the Qingqiu Clan inquired, "Who are those hanging up there?"

"The Sacred Ancestor of the Nangong Clan," the Head of the Tang Family murmured.

"..." Even an old ancestor has been hung from a bamboo pole?!

The middle-aged woman's mouth twitched, almost bursting into laughter.

"Cough..." She masked it quickly to maintain her dignity. "Did they just say the owner is right ahead?"

"Is he not?" The Head of the Wang Family pointed toward a computer near the counter. "Right over there."

At this moment, Owner Fang was still leveling up in the dungeon. The boss before him had already lost half its health, keeping him extremely busy, so he naturally failed to notice that guests had arrived.

"Uh..." The nearby Head of the Wang Family stroked his beard. "The owner is slaying a boss. Let us wait a moment."

"Ah...?" The members of the Qingqiu Clan behind him looked entirely mystified, left with no choice but to stand behind and watch.

On the screen before Owner Fang, a slender, white-haired man dressed in a high-collared purple coat was utilizing some extremely peculiar weapons to deal with a knight wielding a broadsword—a monster that seemed entirely composed of armor.

With the swing of a sword, sheets of lightning cascaded from the heavens, and the boss was guarded by a vast number of armored knights, presenting a formidable defense.

The character on the screen held a thick cannon barrel that flashed with blue light. A fist-sized projectile was driven into the monster's armor almost in the blink of an eye.

Then, a sliding tackle smoothly carried him into the midst of the monster crowd.

"Who is this person? To enter the enemy's encirclement in such a manner?" Against so many knights, it would surely take but one strike from a single blade to finish off this youth holding the strange magical artifact, wouldn't it?

The boss knight had already swung its sword, but at that exact moment, the fist-sized bullet suddenly exploded violently, instantly blasting all surrounding knights backward. Those closer to the blast even stumbled to the ground.

And at this precise juncture, Owner Fang rose with a knee strike, hand cannon, quick draw, hand cannon, and an aerial shot—a standard quick-draw style sequence (the original game utilized the drawing strike to launch the target into the air; here, the same effect was achieved through a drawing strike interspersed with heavy firearms; furthermore, because the physical collisions were indistinguishable from reality, certain moves varied from the original version). Following this, a massive machine gun frantically spewed tongues of fire, immediately sending the boss knight flying high into the air ahead.

Simultaneously, Owner Fang had already executed a sliding tackle to break free from the encirclement, his landing point so perfectly calculated that it was precisely beneath the armored boss knight before it hit the ground.

Rising, he hurled a grenade at the landing spot, followed by a backstep and an aerial shot, just as the guards were about to close in for a pursuit.

Imperturbable, Owner Fang connected a knee strike into a Gatling gun (BBQ). The immense impact of the machine gun sent the foe flying into the distance once more, and another sliding tackle broke him out of the encirclement to continue his solo combo, leaving the knights behind to eat his dust, unable to touch even the hem of Owner Fang's clothes.

Finally, just as the horde of knights was on the verge of catching up, Owner Fang at last revealed his massive, drawn-but-not-yet-fired firearm.

A brilliant swath of laser light instantly traversed the entire screen!

Laser Rifle!

The slow-motion sequence of the boss defeat perfectly captured the sublime grace of this final moment.

The crowd behind, who had been preparing to greet him, stared wide-eyed at the scene: though they did not quite understand it, it felt incredibly powerful!