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Chapter 175 - 124: First Reward, Exclusive Weapon

"What is it?"

Fang Yuan quickly explained their purpose and stepped aside, allowing Ouyang Ye to see Lin Ye and Chen Meng.

Ouyang Ye’s gaze swept over the two, finally landing on Lin Ye. His brow furrowed, and he waved his hand dismissively without a second thought.

"I’m not doing it. Tell them to leave."

"Some genius..."

"In my entire life, the one thing I despise most are these so-called geniuses."

He snorted, his words filled with undisguised contempt.

"Mr. Ouyang..." Fang Yuan tried to persuade him further.

Chen Meng, with his hot temper flaring, was about to argue.

But Ouyang Ye abruptly raised a hand, silencing everyone.

His sharp, hawk-like eyes locked onto Lin Ye.

"Kid, let me ask you something."

"You want a weapon. What do you plan to use it for?"

His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an undeniable, oppressive weight.

Fang Yuan’s expression changed, and he opened his mouth to give Lin Ye a reminder.

But a single glare from Ouyang Ye forced Fang Yuan to swallow the words on the tip of his tongue.

Lin Ye met Ouyang Ye’s cold gaze, his expression unchanging.

Without a hint of hesitation or thought, two words left his lips almost instinctively.

"To kill enemies."

Ouyang Ye was taken aback for a moment, then his anger turned into laughter filled with ridicule.

"Kill enemies? HAHAHA!"

"A wet-behind-the-ears brat like you dares to speak of killing enemies? What enemies have you ever killed?!"

"Your so-called ’battles’ are nothing more than aggressive sparring matches against other so-called geniuses in an arena!"

"The weapons I forge are lethal instruments, tools of slaughter! They’re not toys for little brats like you!"

"You people only bring shame to the lifeblood of every craftsman!"

Faced with Ouyang Ye’s roaring and questioning, Lin Ye’s expression became more serious than ever before.

He looked at the old man before him and said, word by word,

"To date, I have broken over fifteen high-strength alloy staffs and gone through six standard-issue spears."

"I have killed mutated beasts by the thousands."

"And I have personally killed two members of the Celestial Abyss Race."

There was not a single lie in Lin Ye’s words.

He spoke with a clear conscience.

The instant his voice fell, an icy, condensed aura erupted from Lin Ye without reservation!

It was a killing intent that could only be cultivated by hands truly stained with vast amounts of blood!

In the courtyard, the two young men swinging their hammers suddenly froze. The backs of their necks grew cold as a chill shot up from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads, and their limbs turned to ice.

Fang Yuan’s face turned deathly pale, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Even Chen Meng, standing right beside Lin Ye, was somewhat stunned.

Ouyang Ye’s eyes suddenly narrowed to a slit.

Before he became famous, Ouyang Ye had also been a logistics weaponsmith who had retired from the front lines.

What he hated most in his life was when the weapons he poured his heart and soul into creating fell into the hands of those so-called geniuses.

If a weapon he had poured his heart and soul into forging could not drink the blood of other races or defend the lands of humanity, but instead became a status symbol for those people to show off with, eventually decaying into scrap iron—that was an unbearable, humiliating disgrace.

In his life, he had seen countless people.

He had lost count of the number of Martial Artists who had come to his door, asking him to forge a weapon, using all sorts of reasons to claim they were different from the rest. He had seen far too many.

He could tell whether they were being insincere or truly genuine with just a single glance.

The condensed, almost tangible aura of slaughter emanating from Lin Ye was no act.

It was a sharpness that could only be tempered by truly experiencing life and death.

Ouyang Ye’s attitude softened considerably.

He waved for his two apprentices to continue their work, then walked over to a shady spot. With his hands behind his back, his words still carried a chill that kept others at a distance.

"Benzoin’s top-of-the-line spears currently come in two main series: the Dragon Fang series and the Flowing Wind series."

"The Dragon Fang series is suited for aggressive, assault-type Martial Artists, while the Flowing Wind series is for balanced, steady-type Martial Artists."

"Both main series are mass-produced based on my early craftsmanship. After years of improvements, the related techniques are now very mature."

"You could say there’s almost no difference between them and one I’ve forged personally."

"You can just go to Benzoin’s flagship store and pick a top-tier version from either series. There’s no need to seek out an old man like me with one foot in the grave."

"I sealed my forge many years ago. I’m out of practice now. It’s possible that whatever I make wouldn’t even be as good as the mass-produced ones."

The excuse was flawless. For a moment, even Fang Yuan was at a loss for words.

Lin Ye thought for a moment.

He walked to the weapon rack in the corner of the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over it before casually pulling out the most ordinary training spear.

The moment the spear’s shaft was in his hand, his entire aura changed abruptly.

He and the spear became one, as if he were born to wield it.

Seeing this, Ouyang Ye became even more certain that the young man before him had not uttered a single boastful word.

Then, to everyone’s astonishment, a magnificent amethyst hue, like a living creature, began to spread across the unremarkable spear in Lin Ye’s hand, creeping slowly from his grip toward the tip.

In an instant, the entire spear was completely covered by a layer of translucent, glass-like purple crystal.

Under the red glow of the forge fire, it reflected a bewitching and dangerous light.

"Lin Ye... you..."

Chen Meng’s eyes went wide as saucers, and his breath caught for a moment.

The next second, an irrepressible joy surged through him, and his voice trembled.

"Is this... Is this the Martial Arts Spirituality you’ve awakened?!"

Lin Ye nodded.

He knew there was no longer any need to hide it.

He knew better than anyone just how immense a boost a truly suitable weapon would be to his combat power.

He didn’t want to experience the frustration of being at a disadvantage because of his weapon a second time.