Three days past after Zheng exchanged Tigerâs Soul. The other team members also exchanged their enhancements and stats. Extra points and rewards were spent on quite a few useful items such as the Charms of the Three Pure Ones, Freezing Pills, sniper rounds, enchanted arrows, special bullets for the the RPG, and others. This was probably the most enjoyable exchange they had made since entering the realm⊠The feeling of being rich was great.
Zheng on the other hand werenât feeling so great. He could no longer use this crimson weapon after upgrading it to A tier.
When the beam landed on him and the sword, Zheng felt that he saw a white tiger lunged at him. Once the beam disappeared, a white mist cloaked the surface of the blade. The mist attempted to gather as though it was alive. However, every time it was about to form the shape of the white tiger, it dispersed. This was obviously not the complete form of Tigerâs Soul but a tier A unfinished product.
âEven an unfinished product⊠should still be better than the initial version.â Zheng murmured.
He grabbed the hilt. An aura of killing intent exploded from him. The people nearest to him, Kampa and Gando felt a pain on their chest and were sent flying before they could see what happened.
Zhengâs eyes were entirely red. He kicked the two people in the chest. Judging by that speed and power, he had entered Explosion. Kampa and Gandoâs chests sunk in and blood was gushing out through their mouths as they lay there. It seemed that they were on the verge of dying.
âAouh!â Zheng howled. The mist cloaked Tigerâs Soul slashed toward Heng.
Heng had exchanged the Lightning Elven Bloodline so his reaction was also quick. His eyes defocused at once and he rolled to the side before the sword hit him. Yet, a blast wave struck his back even after he rolled a few meters away. His back, spine, and through the chest disappeared.
Zheng didnât hit Heng with the slash. However, no one remained standing within ten meters at the direction he attacked. A ferocious blast wave knocked everyone down. Heng suffered the most. Half his heart was crushed. Everyone else was wounded. YinKong was the most agile and only spit out a few mouthful of blood.
Zheng hadnât finished yet. He leaped at ChengXiao who was standing in front of Lan. Tigerâs Soul slashed toward his head with the intent of slashing both of them to halves. A slim sliced mark appeared on ChengXiaoâs head just from the aura itself.
âGod! Full heal to everyone! Deduct the points from Zheng!â It was HongLuâs voice.
Several beams shot down and shrouded everyone. The beam also caught Zheng while he was still in mid air. He was roaring even when he floated inside the beam.
As the intensity of the beam increased, Tigerâs Soul was pushed off Zhengâs hand. He finally stopped struggling. His eyes returned to normal. He looked around nervously. The floor was stained with blood but everyone was in the beams. They suffered heavy injuries but no one died to him. Godâs healing was all powerful. Even if the person was in his last breath, God could heal him to full.
Zheng said with remorse after the healing completed. âSorry. Everyone⊠I was completely controlled by the adverse aura. A storm of hatred filled my heart when I wielded Tigerâs Soul. At the time, I wanted to kill everyone beside me. Fuck. This sword is overly evil. I donât know what was happening with those attacks. They were powerful but every strike felt like dragging my soul out of my body. The world through my eyes were red as blood. Only the sword in my hand was pale white. A tigerâs head in the sword stared at me.â
This struck fears to everyone on the platform. Although they came from a modernized society and experienced horror movies and life and death battles, ghosts and the like that sought to consume human souls were still terrifying.
âWait. Wait. There are writings on the sword.â TengYi suddenly said.
The others turned to him in surprise. TengYi carefully walked over to the sword then studied the blade. He read. âHate hate hate hate hate hate hate⊠Donât look at me like this. There are seven hate characters on the blade. Then itâs⊠Seven hatreds born with the world. First hate the passing away of youth. Second hate the non-rewindable time. Third hate the inconstant affairs of life. Fourth hate the unpredictable human minds. Fifth hate the lost of reasons to live. Sixth hate the lack of peace after death. Seventh hate for the heartless world. I exchange my loyalty and righteousness for seven hatreds. Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate.â
The team circled around Tigerâs Soul. Strange characters appeared on the blade that used to be crimson red. TengYi said these characters were the Oracle Bone Script that was the earliest form of hand writing in China. People nowadays could rarely recognize this script. He learned it from his master, who was also a tomb raider.
Although they knew what the characters meant, no one figured out how that would be useful to Tigerâs Soul. The sword performed beyond a tier A magical weapon after the upgrade. The power of those few attacks was partially due to Zhengâs own strength but they still surpassed tier A weapons by a lot. It wasnât unreasonable to rank it as a S tier weapon. Excalibur in comparison wasnât at the same level as Tigerâs Soul. Though it had a hidden ability and Tigerâs Soul had the flaw of losing control. The presence the sword gave off was still astonishing.
âUnfortunately, even the best weapon is useless if you canât use itâŠâ This was Zhengâs last sigh.
He researched how to use the sword for three whole days. However, the frenzy overtook him every time he wielded the sword. And the other members had to yell for a heal from afar to save him. Xuan stayed in his room doing strange things. HongLu also said he couldnât find a way to tame the sword. Zheng had tried everything he could think of. No matter how powerful the sword was, it was worse than the non-upgraded version at this point.
âThis is the last try. If I still canât use it, I will just exchange another weapon.â Zheng took a deep breath and nodded to the team members standing near the edge of the platform.
Aside from researching how to use Tigerâs Soul, he spent his time refining his Qi during these three days. He refined and condensed his Qi little by little in the fourth stage. The gas like Qi became a liquid and even solid. However, as he tried to refine it further, the solidified Qi suddenly turned back to a gas again. This new Qi was more unrestrained, as if it was alive. The Qi flowed lively in his body.
Zheng didnât know how to use the new Qi. It no longer possessed the attributes of Qi, such as enhancing his physical abilities or gathering to form a destructive force. However, this Qi had the peculiar attribute of fusion. It would absorb both Qi and Blood Energy if they came into contact with it. The energy that it absorbed did not add to the little puff and seemed to just disappeared.
This was the reason Zheng turned to Tigerâs Soul again after he learned of the attribute of the new Qi. The biggest change that happened to the sword was the white mist. He thought that if he cleared the mist, he could wield the sword again. Now then, he wanted to see if the new Qi could absorb the mist.
Zheng shrouded his hand with the new Qi then reached for Tigerâs Soul. A icy consciousness passed through his hand and into his mind. The Qi did not absorb the mist and instead blocked off the controlling property. Zhengâs mind connected with the newly born consciousness that belonged to Tigerâs Soul.
It was the creator of Tigerâs Soul, who killed his loyal mount, the White Tiger, and spawned the endless hatred.
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