Chapter 8: The Great Xuan Arsenal!

Chapter 8: The Great Xuan Arsenal!

"You're quite perceptive, knowing that resistance is futile. However, rest assured that if you cooperate, I might spare your life."

The man smiled faintly. "As for the contents of the brocade box, hmph, it's not a secret from you, but what will you offer in exchange?"

"Hmm?"

Su Mo was taken aback. "Given my current predicament, what do I have left to hold onto?"

In the next moment, he suddenly realized. "You want my martial arts?"

In the forest, this man had witnessed Su Mo break a blade with two fingers, throw it, and pierce through a knife, a neck, and three trees consecutively.

Such power was indeed astonishing.

It was only natural to covet such skills.

This explained why the poison used was meant to incapacitate Su Mo rather than kill him outright.

"Talking to a smart person is refreshing."

The man sat down again, lifting his teacup. "Actually, there is no poison in this tea."

After saying this, he took a sip and continued, "So, do you agree or not?"

"Do I have any choice now?"

Su Mo sighed. "I don't ask for mercy; I only wish for a quick death."

"Hahaha, if not for our opposing positions, I would consider you a kindred spirit despite our age difference."

The man paused briefly before continuing, "The item in the box is called the Xuanji Clasp."

"Huh?"

Su Mo thought carefully. There was no mention of this in the handbook.

For a moment, he was genuinely confused, his bewilderment evident on his face.

"Young as you are, with limited knowledge, it's understandable that you haven't heard of it."

The man said calmly, "But surely you've heard of the Great Xuan Arsenal!"

Su Mo frowned slightly. "Isn't that just a legend?"

Hundreds of years ago, the world was different. There was a dynasty known as Xuan!

The Great Xuan Dynasty was powerful, suppressing all under its rule, making every inch of land and every subject its own.

Even the most defiant martial artists and the strongest sects bowed to its authority.

It is said that when Emperor Xuan unified the world, he personally led seven campaigns, conquering the martial realm and collecting all martial arts under state control, establishing a vast arsenal filled with countless divine manuals and treasures, truly the greatest treasure trove in the world!

However, no dynasty lasts forever, and even the mighty Great Xuan eventually fell.

In one night, the dynasty crumbled. Some say it was the return of fate to the martial realm, leading to centuries of conflict.

During these centuries, various factions rose and fell, fighting endlessly.

Despite the constant turmoil, no single dynasty ever reunited the land.

This led to a flourishing martial culture while scholars struggled to find their place.

That's why Li Yishu sighed bitterly when Su Mo wished him success in his career.

Among the many legends, the most captivating was the tale of the Great Xuan Arsenal!

Not only because of its legendary origins and historical records, but also due to the belief that whoever possessed the Great Xuan Arsenal would rule the world!

Many were drawn by this legend, but none succeeded.

No one found the Great Xuan Arsenal or obtained its treasures, and doubts grew about its existence.

Over time, many dismissed it as merely a martial legend.

Yet, who would have thought that this brocade box was connected to it?

This explains why the young swordsman insisted on killing him...

The stakes were too high, and any leak could lead to catastrophic consequences.

"Legends... legends don't arise without reason."

The middleman, claiming to be surnamed Xu, smiled lightly. "Enough talk. Now, it's your turn."

"You mention the Great Xuan Arsenal just to trick me into giving up my martial arts?"

Su Mo's lips twitched. "Isn't that a bit too easy?"

"Hmm? I thought you were smart, but now I see I overestimated you... Most of what I said was a lie, but one thing is true. I do have a palm technique called the Mountain Flip Palm."

"Of course, I can't literally lift a mountain with a single hand, but crushing your bones is as easy as pie!"

With that, he suddenly thrust out his palm, carrying a fierce gust of wind straight toward Su Mo's shoulder.

Even at this point, he still had no intention of killing Su Mo, for if Su Mo were to die, the martial arts would be lost forever.

He wanted to find the legendary Great Xuan Armory, and the difficulties along the way were self-evident. With the help of divine martial arts, it would undoubtedly be much easier.

As for Su Mo?

Wasn't he just meat on a chopping block, incapable of turning the tables?

Unexpectedly, Su Mo, who had been lying limply on the stone table, suddenly smiled and stood up straight.

He also thrust out his palm, and before the other could react, their palms collided forcefully.

A loud boom echoed, and with a look of astonishment, the man felt an overwhelming and unstoppable internal force surge into his meridians, wreaking havoc and shattering them inch by inch wherever it went.

In just a breath, it traveled throughout his body, leaving all his meridians severed.

Then, like a rag doll, he was sent flying three meters away. Upon landing, the force continued, causing him to tumble another meter or so until he finally stopped against a peach tree.

The peach tree shook violently, as if it had received a great shock.

Su Mo looked at his own palm and lightly shook his head:

"I overestimated you..."

In the woods, he snapped the blade with two fingers and flicked it away with terrifying force.

What he didn't know was that this was already a controlled result from Su Mo.

Given the unknown depth of the opponent's martial arts, Su Mo used only thirty percent of his strength, yet still managed to send the opponent flying as if he were not human.

Indeed, he had overestimated the opponent and underestimated himself.

His Dragon Elephant Prajna Art at the thirteenth level of perfection, whether in terms of internal power or physical strength, might not be unparalleled in the world, but few could match it.

Clearly, the person in front of him couldn't compare.

Thirty percent of his internal force was enough to reduce the opponent to a beaten dog.