Cosmic-Level Demon God

Qin Shi drew the Perfect Level Electric Shock Saber he hadn't used in a long time, black scabbard with a red handle, glistening with a cold gleam.

Buzz!

The blade gently hummed, like a child expressing joyful excitement, as the four divine pillar emblem symbols etched on it lit up one by one, emitting a pale golden glow akin to a solar corona.

Qin Shi casually twirled the saber, stirring and slicing through the air, leaving behind dark, thread-like fissures.

"Not only am I growing, but this saber is also improving in sync."

His daily nurturing was not without effects, the life force aura intermingling, gradually making the Perfect Level Electric Shock Saber develop a "sense of closeness" with him.

Hiss!

As the Cultivation Furnace began to operate, arcs of electricity danced and flickered on the saber's surface.

Qin Shi gripped the sturdy handle, faced Lin Xiong, and smiled:

"I wonder if the 'Pure Steel Whale Armor' of the Seventh Battle Group has unparalleled defense, or if my perfect saber from the Four Pillars is too sharp."

Lin Xiong, whose face was already dark, instantly turned like a burnt charcoal, almost emitting smoke.

His gaze locked tightly onto the saber, and as soon as the released energy made contact, it was severed.

Immediately, a pinprick pain arose on his forehead, and his skin tensed unconsciously, as if about to be sliced open.

"Who can withstand this!"

Lin Xiong's mouth twitched.

There was no doubt that the saber in Qin Shi's hand was extraordinary.

Even a Specialized Level expert with life force surpassing the 300-point mark couldn't withstand it head-on.

"This kid is truly despicable! Deliberately setting me up, trapping me..."

Lin Xiong was a bit perplexed; he had already spoken boastful words, and now it was hard to take them back.

"Xiongzi, step back."

Jiang Shijie intervened.

"I was just itching to experience the prowess of the local Old Martial Sect pillar of Heng Province, and it has nothing to do with you."

Lin Xiong gritted his teeth audibly; where did this kid find such a renowned saber?

It even bore the divine pillar emblem imprint, equivalent to more than a dozen rounds of enchantment enhancement.

Not to mention cutting through a Specialized Level; it could likely spark lightning against a Divine Machine.

"Truly infuriating!"

Lin Xiong clenched his fists, itching to press Qin Shi into the ground and rub him hard.

"This guy reeks of insidiousness, completely unlike the traditional Old Martial Sect."

The first victim, Wu Yong, wholeheartedly agreed, nodding repeatedly.

They both completely abandoned their contempt, no longer daring to see Qin Shi as an ordinary high school student.

The opponent was truly a cunning character fully of sinister tricks, much like the seasoned instructors in the Battle Group, ever ready to dig a pit for you to fall into.

Seeing their companions Wu Yong and Lin Xiong humbled one after another, Jiang Shijie felt rather helpless.

This heir of the Nanhuang Daoist School advanced steadily, causing him quite a headache.

If it gets out, that the vanguard of the Seventh Battle Group's Sequence Army is inferior to a local high school student from Heng Province, it would be a shame to their commander!

He must find a way to restore their honor.

"Student Qin, I am Jiang Shijie, an officer from the Seventh Battle Group's Wind Scythe Sequence Army. I've long heard of the illustrious 'Cosmic Furnace Secret Manual' from Nanhuang Daoist School and wish to see it for myself."

Jiang Shijie asked solemnly, proposing a challenge, intending to leave no loophole for Qin Shi.

"Alright."

Qin Shi raised his eyebrows, agreeing readily without hesitation.

The life magnetic field expanded and enveloped; the self-introduced Jiang Shijie, in his view, was like a colossal fireball hanging in the sky.

He squinted, detecting more details.

"Old Martial Road methods, with qualities all very balanced, the purity of life force is not inferior to mine..."

This information coursed through Qin Shi's mind.

Fortunately, he was just a warrior.

If Jiang Shijie and others moved up another tier, becoming the core backbone of the Battle Group.

Then it wouldn't be an existence he could contend with.

The Sequence Army is generally divided into two tiers.

Specialized Level mid-lower rank warriors, and the topmost rank generals.

The former mostly act as "servant soldiers" or "cogs."

At Jiang Shijie's age, gaining favor from Mo Zhenting and being promoted to senior officer, entering the personal guard, was already one in ten thousand.

Most military students' road ahead requires enduring hardship, participating in battles, hoping for promotion.

Only by becoming generals do they have the ability of "vanguard command" and "mission execution."

This is the pathway to high command in the headquarters, the military department buildings.

"Junior Brother Qin is a bit tired today. Even though Nanhuang Daoist School opens its doors widely, welcoming guests from all over, there is no reason for continuous battles."

Yu Weiwei, who had been observing, quietly interjected.

The serene girl with braided hair gracefully walked over to the center of the field.

Reconnaissance soldier Wu Yong instinctively glanced at her, only to feel his pupils being stabbed like needles, experiencing sharp pain.

He couldn't help but cover his eyes, stumbling back several steps, until Lin Xiong stably supported him.

"What's wrong, Old Wu?"

Lin Xiong was puzzled.

Usually sharp as a blade, why is Wu Yong like a tender woman today, falling at the slightest breeze?

"Spiritual Ability Pathway! Sitting and Forgetting stage!"

Wu Yong inwardly cursed.

Why does Nanhuang Daoist School constantly produce Spiritual Ability Pathway adepts?

He, the reconnaissance soldier, was truly out of luck.

His usual methods of silent energy detection were repeatedly thwarted today.

Just now, a closer look at Yu Weiwei left Wu Yong with a headache.

It was as if two iron plates were clamping down, nearly crushing his skull.

"You should really change this habit of yours of staring. The commander mentioned once: an excellent reconnaissance soldier should know when to make choices, instead of being like a 24-hour open radar."

Lin Xiong shook his head.

What formidable spiritual power.

Jiang Shijie's pupils also contracted, as most of the Wind Scythe Sequence Army had undergone anti-spiritual ability training, learned to employ "unity of body and mind" techniques, to prevent being spied on, manipulated, or influenced.