Zhang Wei didn't dodge, nor did he even consider it. He took the full force of the blade.
"It hurts a bit. It might be swollen."
"Lightning indeed has an acceleration effect, fast and heavy… a good offensive method."
Zhang Wei touched his shoulder; his clothes were damaged.
Lacking combat experience, Zhang Wei could only rely on his past life's gaming knowledge.
This set of Eight Styles of Thunder Control not only increased attack speed and power but also provided crowd control…
What a treasure!
As the dust settled…
Zhang Wei still stood tall.
Heng Xing's expression turned solemn.
Indeed, anyone who could traverse the Ice Hell alone was no ordinary person.
Just then, Jun Qing scrambled down from the tree trunk, panting as he yelled, "It's gone, all gone."
"What?"
"On the Overlord Tree, there are no more ripe fruits."
Heng Xing was struck by lightning!
This meant their trip was in vain?
Jun Qing pointed at Zhang Wei, "He… he has a perfectly ripe ham in his hand!"
Heng Xing's hope reignited.
His gaze towards Zhang Wei turned fervent!
"I'm sorry, but I must have this ham!"
Endless violet lightning surged from Heng Xing's body, piercing the heavens!
The gentle morning air was suddenly filled with dense dark clouds.
"It can disrupt the sky? With just this level?" Da Feng Novel Network
Zhang Wei was slightly surprised, his interest in these Eight Styles of Thunder Control growing even further!
This move had a very long wind-up, and Zhang Wei had no intention of interrupting it.
After releasing a massive amount of energy, Heng Xing ascended into the sky with arcs of electricity…
"It's not too late to hand over the ham now!"
Floating in the air, Heng Xing was like a deity, electric light constantly flashing in his pupils.
Seeing Zhang Wei's lack of reaction, Heng Xing sighed, "Have you ever witnessed a sword technique from the heavens?"
"Eight Styles of Thunder Control, Skyfall Slash!!!"
His voice boomed like thunder, like a colossal bell!
The potential energy acceleration, the falling lightning's acceleration… combined with Heng Xing's own power, the momentum of this move was unparalleled!
Zhang Wei nodded, "So this is Skyfall Slash. Quite an ingenious idea."
The thunder struck first, followed by Heng Xing.
The thick, bucket-sized lightning not only had a paralyzing effect but also possessed a powerful magnetic force this time, guiding Heng Xing like a homing beacon.
BOOM!!!!
Jun Qing and the others were momentarily blinded by the dazzling light!
The dark clouds vanished in an instant, the fierce wind and thunder disappearing as if they were an illusion.
Heng Xing still held the posture of a downward chop but was frozen in place, utterly still.
Zhang Wei stood his ground, one hand raised high, firmly gripping the blunt saber.
*Crack~*
The steel saber shattered like glass, and along with it, Heng Xing's pride and confidence…
Heng Xing couldn't believe that someone could completely block Skyfall Slash with just one hand!
This move was his trump card, the very foundation of his confidence when facing Ice Prowlers and Scaled Earth Dragons.
Heng Xing's mouth felt bitter.
This wasn't skill; it was a pure, overwhelming display of strength. This man before him… was unfathomably deep!
Recalling their earlier casual conversation, perhaps his nonchalant mention of easily killing an Ice Prowler wasn't a joke.
The king of the plains had changed hands, though not a beast…
Jun Qing and the others also stood stunned, the gap in strength between the two sides evident.
But the Overlord Ham was right there, and Jun Qing couldn't bring himself to give up!
"This… impossible! He must have used some secret technique…"
"Yes, it must be! Mr. Heng Xing, try again!"
"This time, you'll definitely defeat him!"
Jun Qing's eyes were bloodshot, his demeanor frantic, the calm and detached air he once possessed completely gone.
"Silence!"
"You dare speak to me in such a tone?"
Jun Qing couldn't believe it. Heng Xing, who had always been submissive, was actually reprimanding him.
Up until now, no matter what task he was assigned, Heng Xing had never flinched.
Heng Xing dropped the shattered saber and bowed deeply and respectfully to Zhang Wei.
"We are mercenaries from the Himalayas. We were unaware this was Senior's hunting ground. We deserve death!"
"But these people are merely servants. Please, Senior, show mercy! Heng Xing is willing to atone for them!"
Saying this, Heng Xing picked up a sharp shard of the broken saber and swung it down with great force!
Blood splattered, and his left arm was severed with a clean cut.
"He's a tough man, but what do I need your arm for?"
Heng Xing, dripping with sweat from the pain, said urgently, "Senior, they are just ordinary people! They came to this ice plain to make a living. They have an elderly mother and children waiting for them at home!!"
"No, no, no, what I meant was, I agree with your actions. I'm not angry. Resources are limited, and it's normal to compete for them."
"You are willing to let them go?" Heng Xing said, his surprise evident.
"Of course, I can. I can even give you one Overlord Ham. But…"
Heng Xing immediately replied, "Senior, whatever your command, please state it!"
"Your Eight Styles of Thunder Control… is it inherited?"
Heng Xing was struck by lightning.
He never imagined that the person before him would be interested in the Eight Styles of Thunder Control!
Indeed, aside from martial skills, what else could catch the eye of such a master?
"This is a martial art passed down in our tribe. Only a select few warriors are qualified to learn it."
Heng Xing glanced at Jun Qing, gritted his teeth, and said, "If Senior is interested, I am willing to write down the cultivation method and give it to Senior!"
Zhang Wei tossed out a scroll of beast hide and some ink.
"Then write it. Don't waste time."
"May I ask if they can leave first?"
"How far can they run? If I wanted to go back on my word, would this distance be a problem?"
Heng Xing nodded.
He picked up the ink and began writing tens of thousands of characters on the beast hide, occasionally frowning in thought, and including numerous illustrations.
"You didn't alter it?"
"I would never dare to conceal anything! The tribal inheritance has some gaps; this includes my personal experiences."
"Alright, you may leave."
As he spoke, Zhang Wei tossed out an Overlord Ham.
He had already collected this one, and there were still over twenty in his treasury, so he didn't treasure it anymore.
The group felt as if they had been granted a great pardon.
Jun Qing still wanted to say something, but he was immediately gagged by the people around him.
"Wait a moment."
The hearts of everyone present clenched. Heng Xing said with difficulty, "Does Senior have any other matters?"
"You are mercenaries from the Himalayas?"
"That's right… but we are just mercenaries; we are not involved in the enmities between employers!"
Zhang Wei slowly said, "The Himalayas… are there any ancient kingdoms around?"
"Of course, there are. That is the central region of the mortal world, where human legacies are very ancient… there are at least a dozen ancient kingdoms."
Heng Xing listed the names of more than ten countries, but not one was familiar to Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei sighed.
Was it merely a geographical similarity?
After so long in this world, Zhang Wei occasionally missed home.
When he heard about the Himalayas, this feeling was particularly strong.
"Ultimately, it's just a parallel world…"
"This world is strange and wondrous. Perhaps there truly is a way to return home."
"However, before that… I will collect all the ingredients in this world!"