High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 278: Chapter 225: An Enlightenment Realm Expert Comes to Request a Weapon, Second Layer Meridian Passage Perfection

My main weapon’s blade chipped after just two strikes, and it didn’t even break the skin!

If I hadn’t pulled out this dagger at the last second and stabbed it right through the beast’s throat, I’d have been a goner today!

The Energy Transfer Efficiency is so damn smooth, and the Armor-Piercing Effect is ridiculous. Stabbing that iron-skinned pig felt like stabbing tofu!"

The bald man’s shout sent the place into an uproar.

The people who did business in the Black Market were all living on the edge.

For a good, life-saving weapon, people would fight over it even if it were twice the price, let alone twenty percent more expensive.

"Let me get one to try!"

"I want one too!"

In less than half an hour, the first batch of ten weapons brought by Gao Fei was sold out completely.

Over the next few days, events unfolded in a way that far exceeded Long Xiao’s expectations.

Everyone who used the weapons became a walking advertisement, hyping them up like crazy in their various mercenary squads.

"Have you heard of ’Master Han’? The one who engraves the character ’Han’ on his weapons."

"Of course! His craftsmanship is out of this world! Yesterday, I used a short blade from the ’Han Clan’ to shatter a Wind Wolf’s Wind Shield. It’s insane!"

"I heard the master is eccentric. He only puts out ten pieces a day and never shows his face."

"Ah, stop wasting time! Hurry up and get in line at Blind Long’s place. If you’re late, you won’t even get to touch the hilt of a knife!"

「Fifteen days later.」

The area in front of Long Xiao’s stall had become a landmark in the Black Market.

Every afternoon before the market opened, a long line had already formed before his stall.

"They’re gone! They’re really all gone for today!"

Long Xiao turned his empty crate upside down to show the crowd, shouting helplessly.

"One per person, they sold out a long time ago!"

"Boss Long, you’re being a bit unreasonable!"

A burly man with a face full of menacing flesh slammed his hand on the table in dissatisfaction.

"I’ve been squatting here for three days and haven’t seen a single thing!

Can’t you talk to that ’Master Han’ and get him to make more? Even if we have to pay extra, it’s fine!"

"Exactly! Who can even get a share with only ten a day? Is he looking down on us brothers in the Black Market?"

Long Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, his heart bitter.

’This isn’t selling weapons, this is waiting on a pantheon of gods.’

He had just contacted Gao Fei yesterday, hinting that they could increase the supply, but the reply he got was that...

"Master Han" was currently obsessed with his cultivation and had no time for smithing; these ten pieces were all he could spare.

If he dared say that out loud, this mob of bloodthirsty mercenaries would tear his stall apart.

Just as the crowd was growing furious, it suddenly fell silent.

A tyrannical presence, heavy as a mountain and vast as a prison, slowly pressed in from the tunnel entrance. It was like an invisible boulder, weighing heavily on everyone’s heart.

The faces of the once-boisterous mercenaries changed drastically. Like chickens with their throats throttled, they scrambled to the sides, clearing a path in awe and fear.

A middle-aged man in a black windbreaker walked over at a slow pace.

He was not tall, and his features were plain, but with every step he took, the atmosphere grew a little more oppressive.

Enlightenment Realm!

Uncle Long’s one good eye narrowed to a dangerous point.

In the Black Market, the Meridian Passage Realm was the backbone. But the Enlightenment Realm... those were the true titans, as elusive as dragons, individuals capable of holding down an entire faction!

Such a figure would rarely, if ever, come to their "Street Vendor Area."

Uncle Long stared at the face, and a dusty corner of his memory was stirred.

’That face... It’s Lei Hu!

Deputy Commander of the Mad Blade Mercenary Corps, Lei Hu!’

Back when they were just young pups struggling to survive in the ruins, they had seen each other from a distance a few times during a joint mission.

Even back then, Lei Hu was already the sharpest blade in his squad.

He just never expected that after twenty years, he himself, having lost an arm and an eye, could only be a half-dead stall owner in this Black Market.

Meanwhile, Lei Hu had already broken through the chasm and become a lofty Enlightenment Realm Grand Martial Artist.

Lei Hu walked up to the stall. His gaze swept over the empty counter before finally landing on Uncle Long.

"Long Xiao?"

His voice was not loud, yet it possessed the quality of clashing metal—cold and sharp.

"That’s me."

Uncle Long straightened his slightly stooped back.

Though the pressure was immense, he was a tough old bone who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He couldn’t show weakness.

"Vice Commander Lei, what wind has blown you to my humble place?"

Lei Hu looked at Long Xiao, then at his iconic black eyepatch, and sighed.

"That eye of yours... still the same.

It’s been almost ten years, hasn’t it?

The Long Xiao of the Blood Blade Corps is now a boss in the Black Market."

Hearing the three words "Blood Blade Corps," Long Xiao’s body gave an imperceptible shudder.

A complex mix of emotions flashed through his single eye—nostalgia, pain, but mostly a tranquility worn smooth by the passage of time.

"Commander Lei is too kind. I’m just trying to make a living."

Long Xiao’s voice was a bit hoarse.

"But you... you’re a big shot in the Enlightenment Realm now. What brings you to my shabby little stall?"

"Big shots also crawled their way out of a pile of corpses."

Lei Hu’s gaze fell upon the stall. "I heard you have a Master Han here whose Rune Engraving skills are quite impressive?"

Long Xiao’s heart sank. He knew the main topic had arrived.

"Commander Lei, we only sell Tiers One and Two trinkets here. They’re not worthy of your attention," Long Xiao said cautiously.

"I’m not here for repairs."

Lei Hu shook his head and pulled a broken long saber from his coat, tossing it onto the table.

"I want a custom order."

Long Xiao glanced at the broken weapon, his pupils constricting slightly.

A Tier Three Lower Grade Spiritual Soldier, the Cloud-Slaying Saber.

Judging by the break, it had been shattered by some kind of immense force.

Lei Hu stared into Long Xiao’s eye and said in a low voice: