Its interior had also been hollowed out and reinforced with steel, which explained why, despite being just over three ters long, it possessed such considerable weight.
His finger traced along the shaft of the spear. Zhang Beixing could distinctly feel the intricate patterns the craftsman had etched upon it. These patterns didn’t hinder his handling of the weapon at all. On the contrary, they increased the friction between Zhang Beixing’s hand and the surface of the long spear. This allowed the patterns to channel sweat from his palms while wielding the spear, preventing any possibility of slipping.
At the sa ti, the design of the spearhead was also very thoughtful. It was made of tungsten steel, which further enhanced the spear’s sharpness and lethality.
Although... given the heft of this spear and my monstrous strength, one thrust would probably kill soone outright, even without a spearhead... But none of that matters.
What was important was that this spear truly resonated with Zhang Beixing. He simply couldn’t put it down. If not for the fact that he was in a cramped dormitory with limited space to maneuver, he would have likely started practicing with it already.
"Thank you so much, Brother Huo, I really appreciate this!" Suppressing the urge to test the spear, Zhang Beixing placed it aside and cupped his fists to Huo Honghao in thanks.
Even though he was now an Extraordinary Martial Artist of the Hidden Essence realm, unmatched in the world, acquiring such a fine weapon was still a significant boon for Zhang Beixing. It was as if Lü Bu had ridden on Dian Wei. A boost to his already formidable presence!
"Hahaha, it’s the least I can do. As long as you like it, Brother Zhang, that’s what matters," Huo Honghao said, laughing cheerfully.
Then, abruptly changing the subject, he asked, "Brother Zhang, I hear you’re planning to practice Hidden Weapons, is that right?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing was slightly taken aback.
Practice Hidden Weapons? Indeed, I do have such plans. After all, the system’s suggestion for ’Qi Control’ is still pending. I have to complete it. But... if I rember correctly, I’ve never ntioned this to Huo Honghao or the others. However, on second thought, I realize I never tried to hide it either. I’ve been openly searching for books on Hidden Weapons recently. Anyone who paid the slightest attention would know. Considering this, it wasn’t surprising that Huo Honghao and the others knew; they weren’t completely out of touch, after all.
Realizing this, Zhang Beixing nodded and replied, "Yes, I am preparing to train with Hidden Weapons. Brother Huo, don’t tell our Shishi Military District has prepared for this as well?"
"Of course!" Huo Honghao nodded. "And it’s not just our Shishi Military District. Upon hearing this news, the military districts you previously trained also responded, crafting Hidden Weapons for you, Brother Zhang. Each district crafted a set. It’s up to you to see which one you prefer."
Saying this, Huo Honghao gestured with his hand. Several guards then ca forward, carrying boxes marked ’Cold Weapons & Hidden Weapons – Military Issue,’ placed them before Zhang Beixing, and opened the cases.
Inside the boxes were various exquisitely crafted, small Hidden Weapons. There were traditional blades, as well as star-shaped, chisel-shaped, and cross-shaped ones. The sheer variety was dazzling, almost overwhelming to look at.
The materials were clearly extraordinary. I’m not an expert, so I can’t identify the specific tals, but they feel light yet substantial in my hand. I guess these are probably specialized tal materials used by the military.
The only drawback was that, like Zhang Beixing’s spear, these Hidden Weapons were unsharpened. They looked more like exquisite works of art than deadly armants. But that was understandable. After all, in the hands of an ordinary person, these weapons would be terrifyingly deadly, let alone for Zhang Beixing, an Extraordinary Martial Artist of the Hidden Essence realm. Leaving them unsharpened was also a precaution, preventing serious injury if Zhang Beixing accidentally dropped one or hit soone.
"How about it, Brother Zhang, do you like them?" Huo Honghao asked.
Zhang Beixing snapped out of his reverie, nodded, and said sincerely, "Indeed, they’re excellent!"
"Then they’re all yours," Huo Honghao declared grandly, with a sweep of his hand.
Hearing his words, Zhang Beixing made no pretense of modesty, simply nodded in agreent, and then stored all these items in his desk.
Seeing this scene, Zheng Jituo and the others nearby were astounded. Although they knew Zhang Beixing was formidable, for military personnel to proactively offer gifts and seek to build rapport like this was truly astounding.
Truly worthy of being my foster father!
Aweso!
This thought simultaneously arose in the minds of the other occupants of Dormitory 203. They expressed their admiration, then conscientiously left the dormitory to avoid disturbing the conversation between Zhang Beixing and Huo Honghao.
After the three of them left, the students who had gathered earlier by the stairwell quickly sward over, asking curiously:
"Senior, Senior, what happened? Why did people from the military co looking for Senior Zhang?"
"Yeah, seriously, has Senior Zhang always been this incredible?"
"I saw those soldiers carrying many things when they ca downstairs. Were those all for Senior Zhang? What did they give him?"
"..."
The underclassn gathered around Zheng Jituo and Dong Guoning, barraging them with questions, eager to learn what had happened inside the room. After all, in their entire lives, none of them had ever seen a student receive such treatnt.
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