CHAPTER 412: CHAPTER 412 PRACTICE TARGET (REQUEST SUBSCRIPTION)

Faced with Raphael’s questioning, the Sanctuary Tavern fell silent again. Everyone knew he was right. If it weren’t for the Red Calamity, the armies of the Hell Plane would never retreat step by step against such an enemy. It is precisely because of the damned Red Calamity that within its range, everyone is unable to sense the presence of the Demon God’s power, their strength greatly diminished. Except for those highly skilled like demon kings capable of connecting with the heavens and earth, no one is an exception. Yet, this young man in the light screen clearly doesn’t have demon king-level powers, but is unaffected by the Red Calamity, which really makes one ponder.

"The bet itself is secondary. I’m getting more and more interested in this person." Raphael’s face was gloomy as he sat back in his chair, the corner of his eye glancing at Sifuer, the woman he desired. Although he displayed disdain and contempt for these old aristocrats in front of his subordinates, he knew in his heart that if the Hell Plane was truly destroyed, it would be all over for everyone. However, if the Red Calamity was repelled, whilst new powers might rise, the true dominators would still be the noble descendants of the Demon Gods; they are the core power of this world.

He had seized control during the chaotic times by defeating the former sanctuary controller and grabbing a share of the resources, but what would become of him once the chaos subsided was unclear. If he could win this woman over, he could truly turn the tables and gain a foothold in high society—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Evidently, Sifuer also realized this point, which is why she proposed this wager. She intended to station herself here long enough to gather her forces, and once her wings were fully grown, she could either leave for the final Holy City to support the front lines or kick him out and take over the sanctuary herself.

He looked toward Bailang Sifuer’s group, eyeing the only man he truly feared, a genuine powerhouse. He wasn’t a match for him; right now, he could only rely on overwhelming his adversary with a superior number of subordinates, but what about later?

With that thought, he turned his gaze toward Pei Yan, who was meditating on the light screen, his eyes filled with greed as a plan slowly formed in his mind.

Pei Yan couldn’t foresee that he would soon be inexplicably drawn into a conspiracy. After half an hour of rest, a warning signal was sent from the drone monitoring the mountain pass, and simultaneously, the probe rods inserted into the ground responded.

With a leap, Pei Yan sprang up from the boulder. This time, he didn’t intend to use vibrations to eliminate enemies. His primary purpose for coming to the Hell Plane was to train himself. With this large number of low-capability Emancipators as ideal targets, when else should he make good use of them?

Having made up his mind, Pei Yan wasted no time, bounding several times toward the mountain pass exit. After just a few steps, he began tossing small disc-shaped devices onto the ground one after another.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long after he acted that the earth began to tremble slightly as a Magma Insect burst out from the ground with its gigantic mouth. But as soon as it appeared, it seemed to suffer a heavy blow: an electromagnetic mine had just been swallowed, detonating a high-voltage current that rampaged inside it. In the instant its body went stiff, a streak of light flashed by, and Pei Yan, holding a long sword, slashed, cleaving the hardened shell and massive body of the Magma Insect into two, magma and pus spraying out of the neat, smooth wound.

This returning light that executed the Magma Insect didn’t stop there. It dashed back and forth swiftly in the mountains, executing five more Magma Insects emerging with the same technique, clean and efficient without any wasted movements. After completing this, his figure swiftly moved towards the mountain pass.

"Such fast body technique!"

"Does he have Shadow Race blood? Could he possibly be a descendant left on the Foundation Plane, possessing such speed!"

"I think he’s even faster than those from the Shadow Race!"

"How’s that possible? The Shadow Race is the fastest moving in this world!"

"But he’s not from this world!"

Pei Yan’s string of actions sparked an intense debate inside the tavern, with Raphael gently tapping his fingers on the table. In his heart, the dangerous level of this individual rose another notch, as did his importance. If he could grasp the secret of how this person could move freely within the Red Calamity, or the so-called technology-produced devices he spoke of, then he would wield significant leverage in the upcoming battles. The arrival of Sifuer had indeed presented him with a double gift. He must plan carefully to ensure everything went off without a hitch.

While Raphael was deep in conspiracy calculations, an exclamation brought his gaze back to the light screen.

"Is this kid crazy? Why did he charge out of the canyon alone and rush into the Emancipator wave!"

"Why else? He probably got carried away from winning through geographic advantage, not realizing just how endless the Emancipator wave is; no matter how strong he is, he’ll still be overwhelmed—what a fool!"

With a horizontal slash at an Emancipator leaping at him, Pei Yan felt the feedback from the long sword in his hand, infusing the Power of Thunder and the power of vibrations into the blade. Simply maintaining the sword blade from shattering already consumed a great deal of his mind, but the payoff was equally huge. This long sword was like an Ancient Divine Weapon, unbreakable. Any hard defense could be easily shattered, split in two.

After clashing with Shitang Longsi, he had completely recorded the opponent’s sword techniques, and afterward, he commissioned the investigation office to specifically find Chinese masters of swordsmanship to record video demonstrations of various sword techniques. He did not prefer using Japanese swords; his ideal melee weapon was the Tang sword. Unfortunately, there were too few martial arts experts using Tang swords, so he finally chose the most suitable sword form for himself—a Miao sword.

This five-foot-long, slender blade weapon, with the characteristics of both sword and spear, had great lethality and was ideal for the now-mechanized and tall Pei Yan.

Now, Pei Yan wielded the Miao sword with tigerish might like a tiger entering a herd of sheep, severing limbs and spraying blood where the blade passed. In no time, he carved out a bloody path through the Emancipators’ army.

He was adapting to the method of combining the use of his two abilities and honing his sword techniques from Shitang Longsi’s and watching instructional videos, ultimately creating his own sword skill through learning and practice in this training.

It must be admitted that even with Suzi’s assistance, multitasking was an immense mental burden for Pei Yan. But beneath his face mask, he smiled, a very joyful smile! This was truly pain and pleasure in one! With each swing of the sword, he could tangibly feel his progression, his increasingly adept manipulation of the two forces, achieving a mysterious state of concentration during battle.