An idea popped into Ye Yu's mind: Why settle for flying blades when you could wield swords?
Power is temporary. Style is eternal.
But carrying a dozen swords on your back? Ridiculous.
The solution? The Legendary Sword Sheath – a case holding thirteen flying swords.
Advantage 1: The swords kill; the sheath serves as a flying platform (no more need for a shield).
Advantage 2: A sword (heavier than a blade) generates more kinetic energy.
Against 100-meter-tall monsters, maneuverability matters less than raw power.
The problem?
"F*cking price tag!"
1 SS-grade sword: 1.2 billion (without special tech).
With tech (like Hong's "Cryo-Blade"): +100 billion.
Total for 13 swords: 15.6 billion.
The sheath (made of S-material, more affordable): 400 million.
16 billion with one click – a decade of savings, gone.
Ding!
Suddenly, Ye Yu smacked his forehead: What about the Black-Crowned Golden Eagle from this afternoon?
A High Lord-class beast! Far better than anything Tang Xiang or Fu Junyu could hunt.
He called them right away:
"Check if the army would sell the eagle's meat?"
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On the highway, a Hummer raced toward the city gates.
Inside, two women in combat gear:
Tang Xiang, sword in hand – the perfect blend of lethal elegance and martial grace.
Fu Junyu, wielding a saber almost as tall as she was – an adorably offbeat contrast.
"Hey, Xiang'er..." Fu Junyu wrapped an arm around her companion's waist, a mischievous smile on her lips.
Unspoken implication: What if Ye Yu had finally perfected the Neutralizing Serum?
"I don't know." Tang Xiang brushed her hand away, but her breath quickened.
Ever since they became Supreme Warriors, Advanced General meat had lost its effect.
If Ye Yu was now going after Lords...
"Should we alert Tang Qin and Jiang Fang?"
"Not yet." Tang Xiang bit her lip. That should be Ye Yu's call.
A wave of heat surged through her at the memory of that kiss.
"Oh? Sounds like someone was deeply affected…"
Fu Junyu snickered:
"So, how was it? Did his tongue—"
"Shut up!" Tang Xiang blushed furiously.
"What? I'm staying. After three years of mothering him, I deserve my share."
Fu Junyu crossed her arms, determined.
(What if I wore higher heels? Something more… daring?)
That little brat definitely has an Oedipus complex...
"Shame he didn't kiss me…"
She shot Tang Xiang a glare – too tall, too tempting.
The phone rang. New destination: military headquarters.
High Lord-class meat? Worthless on the market... except to them.