Chapter 420: A Dramatic Turn, the Three-Colored Weapon Thunder
An eighth-grade weapon with two-colored weapon thunder?
In the world of weapons, eighth-grade weapons are already considered to be at the pinnacle of craftsmanship. Though there's only a one-grade difference between seventh and eighth-grade weapons, the gap is vast, like the difference between heaven and earth.
Eighth-grade weapons possess spirit, even basic intelligence, meaning they have a form of life force of their own! They can almost be considered living beings.
What's more, the categorization of eighth-grade weapons is incredibly strict, and their quality is no longer discerned by the naked eye but by the color of the weapon thunder. The higher the quality of the weapon, the more colors the weapon thunder will display when the weapon takes form. It is said that if a weapon causes nine-colored weapon thunder, it means the weapon has reached the godly ninth-grade level, embodying the power of creation itself.
Weapons of such a grade are called divine weapons, and rightfully so.
"A two-colored weapon thunder! This trip was worth it after all!"
As the thundercloud, swirling with two distinct colors, finally settled, exclamations of awe rippled through the crowd.
Amidst this attention, Qiu Yuanqiao's lips curled into a sneering smile. He slowly stood up, his eyes cold as he glanced briefly at Mo Yu before turning his mocking gaze toward the Equipment Alliance elders, his eyes filled with disdain.
Noticing his look, Old Bing and the other elders felt a heavy weight in their hearts.
"Haha, my apologies, dear Equipment Alliance members, it seems the championship of this Weapon Forging Tournament will be mine after all. Hahaha!" Qiu Yuanqiao laughed arrogantly, his voice brazen and without the slightest attempt to hide his pride.
As his laughter echoed, Qiu Yuanqiao raised a finger, and a terrifying pillar of light shot into the sky like a laser piercing through the heavens. Waves of overwhelming power surged from it, causing everyone present to gasp in shock. Judging by the sheer energy emanating from this blood-red scythe, it was likely a weapon of unprecedented power, something no weapon forger on the continent had ever achieved.
"Qiu Yuanqiao..."
Old Bing's expression grew more serious as he focused his cold gaze on the black-clad figure.
"How could it be that a mere alchemist achieved something beyond the reach of even us weapon forgers?" muttered the beautiful woman, her voice heavy with a cold edge.
"What should we do now, Elders?"
Behind Old Bing and the other four elders, a white-robed old man's face twisted with concern as he whispered urgently.
Seeing how prepared Qiu Yuanqiao was, it was clear he had come to the tournament with a plan. If they allowed him to continue, there was a real possibility that he would win the championship. That would be a massive blow to the Equipment Alliance and to weapon forgers as a whole.
Everyone knew that weapon forgers and alchemists, as well as the Equipment Alliance and the Pill Tower, had always had a tense relationship. If a member of the Pill Tower were to claim the highest honor of weapon forging, it would be a humiliating joke to everyone who heard about it.
Old Bing's face was somber, his hands clenched tightly before slowly relaxing. He spoke in a heavy tone, "We can only watch for now. It's too late to do anything. We didn't take enough precautions."
"Even though Qiu Yuanqiao belongs to the Pill Tower, he's still a weapon forger, qualified to participate in this tournament. If we were to strip him of his right to compete now, in front of all these people, not only would the Pill Tower retaliate, but it would also damage the reputation of the Equipment Alliance."
"Are we just going to let him win the championship title?" the white-robed elder asked anxiously.
Old Bing's face darkened, but he said nothing. Seeing this, the white-robed elder fell silent, knowing that Old Bing must be just as furious as everyone else.
"Haha!"
On the platform, Qiu Yuanqiao's triumphant laughter echoed across the arena as he gazed up at the sky, where the two-colored thundercloud now hovered motionless.
"Haha, Old Bing, did you see that? I told you, the championship of this tournament will fall into the hands of the Pill Tower!
"Weapon forgers are nothing more than the servants of alchemists. They'll never be able to enter the grand halls of greatness! Today, I prove that in the Dou Qi Continent, alchemists reign supreme!"
As Qiu Yuanqiao's wild laughter resounded, it was like a bombshell had been dropped on the crowd, delivering a heavy blow to the many weapon forgers present.
Though many had already guessed Qiu Yuanqiao's identity, hearing him insult weapon forgers while standing on the verge of winning the championship filled them with rage.
"Damn it! It really is Qiu Yuanqiao!"
"The highest honor of weapon forging, stolen by someone from the Pill Tower… This is such a disgrace."
"The Equipment Alliance has been utterly humiliated by the Pill Tower. After this, I'm sure some weapon forgers will start to question their own status. If alchemists can forge weapons, what's the point of weapon forgers?"
Listening to the murmurs spreading through the crowd, many of the Equipment Alliance's weapon forgers wore expressions of anger and frustration. However, at this moment, there was nothing they could say. All they could do was swallow their rage.
On the platform, Feng Mu and Lan Yingying were also fuming as they glared at Qiu Yuanqiao, who was laughing arrogantly.
As fellow members of the Equipment Alliance and weapon forgers themselves, they felt like Qiu Yuanqiao's actions were a direct insult, as if he had stomped on their faces.
Despite their anger, they were powerless. With the booming sound of the two-colored weapon thunder in the sky, Qiu Yuanqiao had all the leverage he needed to trample on the reputation of the Equipment Alliance and weapon forgers.
As the fury boiled within her, Lan Yingying's gaze unconsciously shifted to another platform—where Mo Yu was. At this moment, his face remained calm and indifferent, as if nothing happening in the outside world affected him.
…
On his platform, Mo Yu stared quietly at the two-colored weapon thunder above the sky, then turned his gaze toward Qiu Yuanqiao, his eyes flickering with a barely noticeable trace of coldness.
Qiu Yuanqiao's mocking remarks toward weapon forgers had stirred a murderous intent within him.
As a genius skilled in both alchemy and weapon forging, Qiu Yuanqiao could have used his talents to elevate the art of weapon forging. Instead, he chose to use his status as an alchemist to insult and suppress weapon forgers. He deserved to die!
At this point, Mo Yu knew that he had to act—both to win the championship and to restore the reputation of weapon forgers.
Although Mo Yu possessed the ability to forge an eighth-grade weapon, without being able to use the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Fire, it would be difficult for him to create a weapon surpassing the two-colored weapon thunder.
But Mo Yu had prepared a backup plan for such a situation.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he flicked his finger. Two tiny specks of sparkling powder shot out from his Beast Ring and into the flames.
This powder was the Spirit-Nurturing Dust Mo Yu had once acquired by chance. This rare substance contained natural spiritual energy, and using it now would enhance his weapon, making it even more powerful.
As soon as the powder entered the flames, it quickly dissipated into the air.
Some of the more sensitive experts present noticed that the spiritual energy within Mo Yu's forge had suddenly grown much denser.
Seeing this, many onlookers turned their curious gazes toward Mo Yu's platform.
Up until now, Mo Yu had been nearly invisible to the crowd, overshadowed by the emergence of the eighth-grade weapon thunder. However, now that they sensed the surge of spiritual energy from his forge, people began to realize that one contestant had yet to reveal his weapon.
Could this person be about to create a miracle?
With the spiritual energy flooding out, Mo Yu's expression grew even more focused. His vast soul power, at the level of a half-step eighth-grade weapon forger, surged out without reservation.
Pouring all his soul power into the flames, Mo Yu precisely controlled the heat, carefully compressing the spiritual energy into the weapon.
As his overwhelming soul power poured into the forge, the concealed energy inside could no longer be hidden. The powerful fluctuations caused a stir among the crowd.
"What an incredible soul power! What kind of weapon is this guy forging?!"
All eyes were now on Mo Yu, staring in shock at the young man standing in the corner.
Under countless astonished gazes, Mo Yu slowly stood up. The thunder rumbled in the sky above, and flashes of lightning occasionally illuminated his calm, youthful face.
As Mo Yu rose to his feet, the audience and even the senior members of the Equipment Alliance shifted their attention from the thunderclouds in the sky to the figure below.
"This kid…"
Qiu Yuanqiao cast a glance at Mo Yu, his brow furrowing slightly. The arrogant and triumphant expression on his face gradually faded, replaced by a serious look.
The energy fluctuations coming from Mo Yu's forge indicated that his weapon was also eighth-grade!
Since when did the Equipment Alliance have such a young eighth-grade weapon forger?
However, Qiu Yuanqiao's lips soon curled into a sneer. Even if Mo Yu had created an eighth-grade weapon, so what?
He didn't believe that someone so young could craft a weapon that would summon a weapon thunder greater than two-colored thunder.
Ignoring the gazes filled with doubt, admiration, or even scorn, Mo Yu remained calm. His eyes locked onto his forge, and after a deep breath, he suddenly waved his sleeve.
Clang!
With the wave of his sleeve, the lid of the forge flew off, and a tremendous surge of energy erupted from within. The force of the energy slammed into the walls of the forge, creating an ear-splitting metallic sound.
Boom!
Under the impact of this powerful energy, the high-quality forge shattered on the spot.
The force of the explosion sent out shockwaves of energy, and several nearby platforms were instantly destroyed by the blast, sending shards of stone flying into the air.
Boom!
As the energy waves spread out, a massive black pillar of lightning shot up from the remnants of the forge, soaring toward the sky in a flash.
The terrifying pillar of lightning stretched so far into the sky that it could be seen for miles around. The energy fluctuations emanating from within the lightning made even the strongest experts in the crowd feel a tinge of fear.
"This power…"
On the high platform, Old Bing froze for a moment before breaking into a jubilant grin. "Haha! An eighth-grade weapon! He really did it!"
"This boy must have had some special encounter, but now the question is: how many colors will his weapon thunder have?"
Beside him, Cai Ya and the others were just as stunned by the overwhelming energy. Their faces lit up with a sense of relief.
Even if Mo Yu didn't win the championship, the fact that he had created an eighth-grade weapon would be enough to restore some of the Equipment Alliance's pride. Otherwise, they would have become the laughingstock of the entire continent.
Meanwhile, the Swordsmith Master's face remained dark, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he stared at Mo Yu with a hint of cold malice.
Just as Old Bing finished speaking, the end of the towering lightning pillar began to form a strange mist. Within moments, it condensed into the shape of a thundercloud.
The entire crowd held its breath as countless eyes fixed on the swirling thundercloud.
Under the intense gaze of the audience, the thundercloud churned, and gradually, two distinct colors—blue and silver—began to emerge.
"Two-colored! It's also a two-colored thundercloud!"
Seeing the colors, a wave of excited murmurs spread through the crowd.
"Wait, something's not right! The thundercloud is still churning, more colors are appearing!"
As these exclamations filled the air, many in the audience were startled and quickly refocused their attention on the sky.
Sure enough, beneath the blue and silver hues, a streak of red began to appear. In no time, the red color grew more vibrant, and soon it was as intense as the other two colors.
Once the red color fully emerged, the thundercloud finally stopped swirling and solidified into three distinct, brilliant colors.
"It's a three-colored thundercloud!"
The entire plaza fell into a stunned silence, and every face in the crowd went slack with shock.
But after a brief moment of stillness, the audience erupted into an uproar.
To see something as legendary as a three-colored weapon thunder appear right before their eyes—how could they not be thrilled and excited?
Everyone knew it now: the winner of this Weapon Forging Tournament was already decided!
In the vast space, countless fiery gazes locked onto the slim figure standing on the stone platform, their intensity growing to the point of fanaticism.
Who could have predicted that what seemed like a foregone conclusion would be overturned by a young man who appeared to be no older than twenty?
(End of Chapter)
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