Chapter 36: Look, This Is How She Is Used
The wooden soldier is part of the Forest Staff, so the moment it kicked him, an unexpected message appeared in his mind.
[Spiritual Solution·Use Copper as a Mirror: Perfectly copy the target's clothing, hair, accessories, makeup, appearance, voice, and spiritual weapon.]
[Selection - Spiritual Weapon]
[Target Spiritual Weapon: Forest Staff]
[Introduction: As the king of this game, the Life Star God is always watching you.]
[Level: C]
[Spiritual Solution·Pointing Soldiers: Turn wood into soldiers (one wooden soldier can be created every three months). The combat quality of the wooden soldier is equivalent to a first-level physical practitioner, with a chance to produce a wooden general with basic intelligence.]
C-level spiritual weapons have only one skill, unlike the Alpha-level spiritual solution, which includes three skills, not to mention the second stage of the spiritual solution. Copying is just a small ability of the Alpha-level spiritual weapon.
"Whoosh—"
Ten wooden soldiers disappeared from their original positions and instantly appeared in the air around Xia Feng. They were expressionless and about to strike together, but their movements suddenly stopped, and they fell from the air like a crashed computer.
Bang, bang, bang—
Dust flew.
The expected scene did not happen, and the audience's nervous expressions turned to stunned confusion. "What's going on?"
"Look at what Xia Feng has in his hand," someone said slowly, sounding incredulous.
"It seems to be a Forest Staff?"
"I suggest removing the word 'seems.'"
"Outrageous! What's going on with Tom? Does he really have a spiritual weapon?"
"It must be fake. Is he really going to turn the tables on this kid?" The brother who had earlier threatened to eat dirt for free became inexplicably nervous.
"And what the hell is this identical spiritual weapon?"
"So this is your spiritual weapon's ability?" Mushroom widened her eyes in excitement, her small fists clenched tightly under her sleeves. The previously depressed and worried mood vanished, replaced by hope for a comeback.
The referee's room was also in chaos. The chief referee hurriedly asked over the intercom, "Control room! What's going on?"
Someone on the intercom replied in a deep voice, "Reporting to the chief referee, there is no evil force reaction at the scene, no evil god power, and the contestants are normal. However, there is a weak psychic reaction."
"Psychic reaction?" Everyone was extremely surprised.
"Is this... Xia Feng's spiritual weapon power?" Chen Xingdao subconsciously took another step toward the window, staring sharply at the black-haired student in the arena. He said with a hint of surprise, "So that's it. There really is such a spiritual weapon ability in this world."
Freya also opened her rosy lips, staring at the arena in a daze. But after hearing Chen Xingdao's praise, she suddenly snapped back to reality. She looked at Chen Xingdao with wary interest, an inexplicable premonition rising in her heart.
The entire venue buzzed with curses and exclamations.
Sitting on the high platform, Mu Qingtong maintained a gentle smile from beginning to end, her beautiful eyes calm. But at this moment, she also subconsciously narrowed her golden pupils, her gaze slightly focused as she stared at the competition field.
"This is your psychic power? Interesting~" She smiled with satisfaction. As expected, this opponent always gave her unexpected surprises. She was becoming more and more interested in this junior brother.
The battlefield situation was now somewhat stagnant. After Xia Feng landed, although the wooden soldiers surrounded him, they were stuck on the ground and unmoving. The female wood general disintegrated and reorganized, the red light in her eye-shaped pupils repeating infinitely.
Yan Xujia, farther away, stood dumbfounded, unable to regain his composure for a long time. He clearly felt that his connection with the wooden soldiers had been severed?!
He glanced at the scepter in his hand, then raised his head to stare at the scepter in Xia Feng's hand, his expression uncertain. He truly felt like he was seeing a ghost today.
"Xia Feng! What did you do to my spiritual weapon?!" he shouted angrily.
Xia Feng played with the scepter in his hand, fascinated. The texture was no different from ordinary wood, except for the emerald at the center of the scepter, which emitted a warm, burning light. It felt good to the touch.
Through the scepter, he could vaguely sense a connection with the ten wooden soldiers around him. It seemed he could control them with just a thought.
But controlling ten at once was difficult; five was his limit.
Just as he thought this, the connection with the other five was suddenly severed. He looked up and saw the five wooden soldiers and the female wood general retreating to Yan Xujia, surrounding him protectively.
After the initial panic, Yan Xujia quickly regained his composure and assessed the situation.
"It's not an illusion, but the effect is exactly the same as mine. Is it really a copy?" He glanced at the scepter in Xia Feng's hand, his expression flickering. He had only seen this kind of spiritual weapon in bizarre novels, often with many side effects and limitations. He didn't know how Xia Feng's worked.
Thinking this, Yan Xujia glanced at the female wood general, and his eyes lit up. "Yes, this idiot isn't as familiar with the Forest Staff as I am, and he hasn't fought me for control of Serena. This is the flaw of his spiritual weapon. A fake is a fake; it can never surpass the real thing!"
With this in mind, Yan Xujia grinned and tutted, looking up. "Xia Feng, it seems this is why you had the confidence to challenge me?"
He had to admit that Xia Feng was indeed full of surprises, disrupting his offensive plans multiple times. But it didn't matter.
As long as this copying ability wasn't perfect and had flaws, Xia Feng still couldn't defeat him.
"Serena, go end this farce," he raised the scepter.
The female wood general's line-shaped eyes lit up red again, and she lowered her head, saying in a deep voice, "Yes, master!"
"Dang—"
The race bell rang for the fifth time, signaling two minutes remaining.
At this moment, no one cared about how many seconds Xia Feng had lost. Instead, everyone stared at the sky nervously, wondering how the match would end. Would Yan Xujia win? A draw? Or would Xia Feng pull off a victory?
Bang, bang, bang, bang—
Ten wooden soldiers flashed around the field like ninjas, creating chaos and stirring up gusts of wind and sand.
In the waiting room, Panda stood in front of the window, closing his eyes and sighing.
"Why? Little Fatty, who do you think will win?" Zhao Jie asked.
Panda ignored the nickname the middle-aged man gave him and simply shook his head. "Selena is the key. Xia Feng's last trump card has a major flaw and can't compete with Yan Xujia."
"Then why are you sighing?"
"I never expected Xia Feng to have this trick up his sleeve. The plan is completely disrupted," Panda said helplessly, shaking his round head. "I should have taken this opportunity to crush him completely. What a pity."
"But it doesn't matter. At least the goal of drawing hatred has been achieved—huh?"
Panda's words suddenly paused, and he refocused on the field with an odd tone. "What is this?"
After obtaining the Forest Scepter, Xia Feng clearly felt that his lack of experience made his control over the spiritual weapon far inferior to Yan Xujia's.
Even if the five wooden soldiers could fight the opponent to a standstill, he couldn't control the remaining wood general.
There was no other option but to slow down the opponent's actions.
"Bang—"
He flipped over to avoid Selena's whip kick, enduring the stinging pain in his ears, and used the momentum to jump back again.
Selena's eyes flashed red as she pressed her advantage.
Seeing this, Xia Feng knew that relying solely on copying wouldn't secure a win. The copied spiritual weapon needed time to adapt to reach its full potential. This was the only flaw of the copying ability.
"Distracted on the battlefield? You're really asking for death!" Suddenly, Yan Xujia appeared behind him with a playful laugh.
Xia Feng wasn't surprised. After pulling back the sword handle to block, Yan Xujia retreated several steps cautiously, and he and Selena trapped Xia Feng in the center.
Now, both their spiritual pressures were exhausted, leaving only the battle between spiritual weapons and combat skills.
Yan Xujia swung his sword gracefully, a playful smile on his lips. "Xia Feng, if this is your trump card, then it ends here!"
Xia Feng blinked and smiled without saying a word. Copying wasn't his trump card.
Before the match began, he had already used the Unsolvable Stone to temporarily enhance his spiritual weapon. Optimization and the elimination of falsehoods to retain truth were now activated.
However, he wasn't planning to use the elimination of falsehoods to retain truth. After all, copying and optimization were still within the acceptable range for spiritual masters, while eliminating falsehoods to retain truth involved directly seizing the opponent's spiritual weapon. Using it in public would be too shocking.
"Selena, his lower body is unstable. Focus on the lower body," Yan Xujia narrowed his eyes and said.
"Yes, master!" Selena nodded solemnly, leaving an afterimage as she charged straight at Xia Feng.
Murderous intent!
Xia Feng stood calmly, slowly pointing the scepter at Selena as she rushed toward him, and whispered, "Optimize—"
Selena's momentum didn't stop. Like a beast descending a mountain, she charged at him with terrifying force. But the moment she reached him, her brown wooden body suddenly disintegrated into hundreds of fragments, merging like armor to cover Xia Feng's body.
[Selected Spiritual Weapon: Forest Scepter]
[Introduction: As the king of this game, the God of Life is always watching you.]
[Level: C]
[Optimization successful—]
[Spiritual Solution·Selecting Soldiers → Evil King Selecting Soldiers:
1. After selecting the wood general, you become the true king of all generals. You can merge with the wood general to turn it into your armor, which can withstand at least two C-level spiritual clothing attacks.
2. You can use the wood general to easily control the wood soldiers.
3. Combat qualities (including but not limited to smell, hearing, vision, nerve reaction, combat foresight) are doubled.
4. The wood general's basic intelligence is improved, and it begins to mimic emotions.]
"This is interesting~" Xia Feng squeezed the huge brown wooden fist with some joy.
The wooden armor didn't feel as irritating as he had imagined. Instead, it was soft and warm, wrapping around him comfortably. He liked this optimized ability and felt a surge of strength.
The sudden change not only stunned the nearly 10,000 spectators but also left Yan Xujia frozen in place, his mouth opening and closing as if something was stuck in his throat.
"You—you—" His low tone suddenly rose, filled with rage. "Xia Feng! What the hell did you do?!"
Yan Xujia could clearly feel that his connection with Selena wasn't severed, but he simply couldn't control her.
"Master~ Master! Save me~~" Selena's voice was no longer stiff but had become lively and emotional, trembling like a queen's.
Yan Xujia's breathing hitched, and his pupils slowly dilated.
Xia Feng frowned, looking down at his palm. He clearly felt that Selena actively resisted after displaying human-like emotions.
In her mind, she already knew who her real master was and who the thief was.
"Behave!" Xia Feng clenched his fist and ordered coldly.
But it was clear that Selena wouldn't listen to anyone other than her true master. After whimpering softly, she began to struggle frantically.
However, her wooden body had already been deconstructed and reassembled onto Xia Feng, forming a brown-green armor similar to Iron Man's, but without a helmet. No matter how she struggled, it was futile.
"You—you bastard! You bastard!!" Yan Xujia finally snapped out of his shock. An inexplicable sense of humiliation surged through him. It was just a spiritual creature, so why did it feel so strange? He gritted his teeth. "Scum! Let Selena go!"
Xia Feng raised his head, clenched his fist, and smiled wickedly like a villain:
"Watch carefully, this is how she's used!"
Yan Xujia: "!!!"
In the blink of an eye, Xia Feng turned into a shadow and disappeared, quickly reappearing behind Yan Xujia.
"So fast!" Yan Xujia turned around in fear, trying to block, but he was a moment too late. Bang!! A punch landed in his abdomen, causing his eyes to bulge as he bent over and spat blood.
"Master!" Selena screamed.
But Xia Feng took Selena with him and raised his knee. Crack—Yan Xujia's lower cheekbone made a crisp sound. The intense pain twisted his face, and saliva dribbled from his mouth. Before he could recover, Xia Feng delivered a side kick to his head, the wind whistling as his foot left an afterimage.
Yan Xujia spun in the air, his brain turning to mush. Zizi—he hit the ground, skidding for a full twenty meters before stopping, dust flying everywhere.
"Ugh—" Yan Xujia clutched his abdomen, moaning in pain like a rotten shrimp. His once evil and noble demeanor was gone. He crawled up with his hands and feet, his voice hoarse with rage. "Bastard! You bastard! I'm going to kill you!!"
But before he could finish, ten wooden soldiers quietly surrounded him, blocking out the remaining light.
Plunged into darkness, Yan Xujia looked up stiffly, his face filled with terror. "You—what are you going to do?!"
The crowd parted, and Xia Feng walked slowly toward him. At the same time, Selena's trembling, soft cries echoed. "Master, I'm sorry, I really can't control myself~~"
Yan Xujia felt an inexplicable pain in his heart: "!!!"
If a wife is a man's true partner, then a spiritual weapon is his soulmate.
It was bad enough that Xia Feng had copied his spiritual weapon, but to use it more effectively than the original owner? That was more painful than death!
His expression darkened, his eyes filled with hatred as he stared at Xia Feng. "What kind of ability is this?!"
Xia Feng smiled slightly, too lazy to answer. He simply waved his hand and said lightly, "Attack."
At his command, the ten wooden soldiers rushed forward.
Yan Xujia's eyes widened in horror. He suddenly turned to look at the referee's room, but it was too late. His face was covered by two wooden hands, and his limbs were bound by three wooden soldiers in an awkward position.
The remaining five wooden soldiers began to punch and kick him mercilessly, occasionally landing blows on his sensitive areas under Xia Feng's control.
His agonized screams echoed throughout the arena.
(End of Chapter)