18-A Weapon Worthy of a Warrior!
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Vice-Principal Chen waved his hands hurriedly.
"No way I'd snatch something this good! You're the one who offered 50% above market price—I'd be stepping on your toes if I took it.
Besides, what's a vice-principal like me gonna do with this?"
The Great Xia Trading House manager scowled. "If you don't want it, quit yapping!"
Su Mo watched the old men fuss over his items, flipping them this way and that, and finally spoke up. "So, how much are these worth to you?"
The Tianfu City Lord chimed in. "These are all pretty solid. You sure you want to sell?
Especially this weapon mod with +50 Spirit—it'll work on any weapon you slap it on."
The Tianlan City Lord didn't hold back, firing back, "Are you blind? Look at Little Su with that massive Guandao—obviously not a Spirit-based class!
Saying that is like farting with your pants off—pointless!
Oh, right, Little Su—we forgot to ask. What's your awakened profession or ability?"
Su Mo thought for a sec before replying, "I awakened Extreme Defense—lets me ignore all damage for a short time."
"Extreme Defense, huh—WHAT?! You're a defensive ability awakener?!"
Su Mo blinked. "Is that a problem?"
"A huge problem! A defensive awakener's weapon should be a shield, right?
And how'd you solo this instance with a defensive ability?!"
Su Mo had already prepped for this question, so he answered without missing a beat. "My ability lets me ignore all damage for a bit, so I don't need to defend—just keep attacking."
The Trial Hall elder nodded, stroking his beard. "Makes perfect sense!"
"Sense my foot! You're a golden-tier powerhouse and a Trial Hall elder—don't you have any common sense?!
Skills like that always have time limits!
And defensive awakeners aren't supposed to have strong offense—do you even get it?!"
"The rewards are all Spirit-based, so the monsters inside must be Spirit-types too.
How strong can Spirit monsters be? Little Su just ignores damage and hacks away with his blade—done!
But you've got a point about the time limit, so, Little Su, how long does your defense—"
Chen cut in, face darkening, stepping in front of the elder. "What are you doing?! You can't just ask stuff like that!"
"Ahaha, my bad—got carried away!"
As another argument brewed, the Tianfu City Lord stepped up again. "Alright, enough bickering! Little Su said it himself—once the instance grading's done in a bit, we can go in.
Send some people to test it, and we'll know.
Stop wasting time—someone price this stuff already. We'll wait and see."
The Trading House manager whipped out a golden abacus, clicked it a few times, and looked at Su Mo. "Total value, with a 50% boost, is 7.8 million. I'll round it to 8 million—fair enough, right?
Here's two cards: one for 3 million, one for 5 million. Password's six zeros—ready to use."
Su Mo's heart leapt as he took the cards. Money came fast out here!
One instance run netted him 600 free attribute points and 8 million yuan.
This wasn't earning money—it was scooping it up in sacks!
Cards in hand, Su Mo's eyes locked onto the Tianfu City Lord expectantly.
The City Lord forced a laugh. "Your busted weapon's barely worth fixing, honestly.
But since this merchant's being so generous, how about this—you like heavy stuff, right?
I nabbed a level 60 blank Zhanmadao from an instance a while back. No special effects—just heavy!"
Su Mo perked up instantly. "How heavy?"
"Three tons!"
Su Mo's eyes gleamed.
With his 594 strength, he figured his max lift was around 6 tons.
Even if he was off, adding his remaining 36 free points to strength would get him there!
A 3000-kilogram weapon felt just right.
Any heavier might be overkill—like hitting with cotton; no fun for him, no pain for the enemy.
He'd planned to double his old blade's weight to 1,200 kilograms, then tweak it further with Teacher Wang or someone else, aiming for 3,000 max.
But this? A surprise jackpot!
Plus, a Zhanmadao wasn't far off from a Guandao—sleeker, even more badass-looking.
No hesitation—he blurted, "Good—I'll take it!"
"No need to rush and say no! It's level 60, so you can't equip it yet, but you don't need to—you can just pick it up and swing it!
With your—wait, what?! You're taking it?"
Su Mo nodded firmly. "Yep, I want it!"
The Tianfu City Lord laughed heartily. "Bold kid—got guts!"
With a wave of his hand, a 2.5-meter Zhanmadao appeared before Su Mo, its blade taking up a third of its length.
Unlike the Guandao's curve, this was straighter, more like a cleaver—its massive, mirror-smooth blade reflecting faces, a faint chill radiating from it.
The handle bore vivid red grain patterns—crafted from some kind of wood.
It lacked the Guandao's flair or carvings.
But the moment Su Mo saw it, he was hooked.
This was a man's weapon!
Swords? Chopping with those couldn't match this thing's thrill!
Noticing Su Mo's stare, the Tianfu City Lord smirked. "Go on—pick it up, it's yours!"
Su Mo stepped forward. He'd meant to grab it one-handed but reconsidered—two hands it was.
Lifting 6,000 pounds single-armed might freak people out, especially at level 6.
Gripping the handle, a cool sensation flowed up his arms. With a heave, he hoisted the blade.
He twirled it into a flourish and slung it over his back—smooth as water, like a god of war!
The Tianfu City Lord clapped. "Nice! You're something else, kid!"
Chen beamed. "Tianfu High might just produce a top scorer this year—haha!"
The Tianlan City Lord added, "Little friend, visit Tianlan City sometime!
If you do, I won't be like a certain Tianfu City Lord, tossing out blank gear to fool you!"
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