Astral Apostle

Li Chun leaned forward and said with a smile, "I know that Brother Chen has divine strength, and ordinary weapons are not suitable for you. Therefore, I sent someone into the city a few days ago to find a blacksmith to forge a damascus spear. I haven't had the time to take it out yet, so I can give this to you today."

When Zhou Jing heard this, he turned around and sized it up carefully.

This spear was completely made of damascus steel, and it was gleamed black like a the scales of a python. It was eight feet long, and the head was nine and a half inches long. It was a long-edged spear, and there were anti-slip patterns on the shaft. At first glance, it looked like a dragon was coiling around the shaft.

"This spear has a name. It's called the Coiling Dragon Damascus Spear. It weighs 76 catties. The middle of the spear shaft and the tip can be disassembled into several pieces…"

(TL Note: 1 Catty = 0.5kg)

Li Chun explained in detail.

As Zhou Jing listened, he raised the spear with one hand and casually waved it, immediately causing a gust of wind.

Although the martial artists in this world were extraordinary, the difference in physical fitness between them and ordinary people was not too exaggerated. Very few of the commonly used weapons were especially heavy. Otherwise, it would be very physically taxing for the martial artist, and they would be unable to utilize their agility.

There were many factors to determine if a weapon was suitable. In addition to one's own strength, one also had to consider their own weight. To the martial artists of this world, a weapon that weighed 76 catties was already a rare level. Not many people would even want to use it.

However, to Chen Feng, this was still too light… It could only be said to be stronger than a wooden pole.

This Coiling Dragon Damascus Spear was neither long nor short, making it easy to fight on foot. Because it was made completely of damascus, it could be used as a spear or a stick. It was quite suitable for wielding.

"Thanks."

Zhou Jing did not stand on ceremony and readily accepted the weapon.

The 200 lackeys brought their dry rations and water bags, picked up their weapons, and were soon ready to go.

Although the formation was crooked, their energy and spirits were not bad. Their requirements for a group of bandits could not be too high in the first place.

The group left the village, with the leaders of Red Cloud Mountain sending them off.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhou Jing turned to look at Yu Feng, Li Chun, and the others.

"There's no need to send me off anymore. Everyone, don't worry. I'll definitely take down Tiger Head Mountain and Yellow Pond Mountain. Leaders, just wait for the good news."

Everyone's expressions were a little weird.

200 people were going to annex a village with more than 10,000 people? No matter what, everyone felt that this was a rash joke. However, when they thought of Zhou Jing's usual heroism, they felt that it might really work. They were currently left in a dilemma.

Li Chun's words were at the tip of his tongue, but in the end, they only turned into a dry "Be careful, brother."

Zhou Jing nodded and stopped chatting with everyone. He hefted the Coiling Dragon Damascus Spear and strode forward.

Guo Haishen and Fang Zhen walked side by side with their weapons in hand. The 200 lackeys followed closely behind.

The group gradually disappeared into the forest.

...

On the other side, on a certain mountain path in Tiger Head Mountain.

A young man walked through the forest, occasionally using his hand to block the hot sunlight coming from the treetops. Behind him were two bearers, working together to carry a heavy package.

"It's said that there are tens of thousands of bandits entrenched on Tiger Head Mountain, as well as the four heroes of Tiger Head Mountain. It's a dangerous place, so it's better to hurry…"

The young man muttered softly.

His appearance was handsome, and at first glance, he looked like a graceful young master. However, he was wearing a tight suit with a long sword hanging from his waist. He was dressed like a traveler, and his footsteps were steady and strong. His palms were also filled with calluses, and he did not look like a noble who was used to not working at all.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound in the forest.

"There's someone!" The young man's expression changed. He immediately held his sword and stopped moving.

In the next moment, there was a loud rustling sound as dozens of bandits ran out of the forest and surrounded them.

"Oh my god, bandits!"

The two bearers were scared out of their wits. They threw down the packages and turned to run.

The packages fell to the ground and a lot of belongings and treasures fell out, revealing themselves to the bandits.

"Damn it!"

The young man was anxious. He looked at the treasures on the ground and hesitated.

With this delay, he had lost his best chance to escape.

Dozens of bandits immediately surrounded him, blocking his path and eyeing him covetously.

Seeing this, the young man could only pull out his long sword and protect the pile of treasures. He said sternly, "Who are you? Those who have the authority, come out and speak!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a leader walked out from the bandits. His face was covered in pockmarks, and he carried a large axe. He coldly snorted,

"I'm the Fourth King of Tiger Head Mountain, the Flower-Faced Bear, Shi Dong! Look at you, kid. You're also a pugilist. Tell me your name!"

The young man took a deep breath and said loudly, "I'm Lin Song, a disciple of Wu Mountain Sect."

"Wu Mountain Sect?"

Shi Dong frowned. He knew that this sect was a large sect in the neighboring province, Jiangchun.

However, he did not care much about it. He casually commented,

"In that case, I won't make things difficult for you. Leave that package of treasures behind, and I'll let you go."

Lin Song hesitated for two seconds before gritting his teeth and shaking his head, "My master ordered me to bring back this batch of treasures. If I lose it, I won't be able to explain. We're all fellow cultivators in the martial world, so I'm willing to pay some money to treat you to wine. Can you make an exception?"

Shi Dong suddenly shouted angrily,

"Hmph, so you're an insensible person. I was kind enough to let you off, but you pushed your luck! Who cares about your tiny bit of money? All the brothers have been feeding mosquitoes in the mountain for half a day, and you want me to let you go with just a few words? Do you think I'll just turn back because of a few words? Who do you think you are!"

Lin Song gritted his teeth, "I'm a disciple of Wu Mountain Sect. How dare you rob me?!"

Shi Dong snorted in disdain,

"Pfft, so be it. What's there to be afraid of! If your Sect Master has the guts to take revenge, go ahead and charge into my Tiger Head Mountain. Let's see if he can defeat 10,000 people!"