After one night, Du Chengfeng felt that he had grown a lot.
Previously, due to the experience at the Yang family shrine, he had been very concerned about the matter of "sharpening", so when he was preparing to handle those Bone Flower Warhamrs, he habitually wanted to use a Grinding Stone—of course, this was impossible, as the hamrhead could not be sharpened.
But now, he has understood this.
Rather than calling it "sharpening", it would be more precise to say "weapon maintenance". Swords have their ways to be maintained, and axes have theirs, whereas the maintenance thods for whips, maces, and hamrs are even more different.
But at its core, the essence of so-called sharpening is understanding the state of the weapon, repairing hidden damage, exploring every mark on the weapon.
However, this process is sowhat dangerous for most people.
"Whew..."
After wiping the last Bone Flower Warhamr, Du Chengfeng let out a long breath.
To his surprise, the energy consud in polishing these dozens of Bone Flower Warhamrs was more than that of the sabers—because the original holders of these Bone Flower Warhamrs were generally stronger than the holders of those sabers, and they had killed more.
This surprised Du Chengfeng because he had originally thought that those who used sabers, the Hu people, would slaughter more, while Bone Flower Warhamr, which appeared extrely simple, would be used by weaker soldiers.
But who would have thought that the arithtic on the Northern Desert Grassland was completely different? Those with so wealth would prepare a saber before going to battle, but that saber might not see much blood, while the grassland warriors too poor to afford a saber were more willing to wave their Bone Flower Warhamrs frantically, smashing one opponent’s head after another.
"Don’t judge people by their looks... the sa goes for weapons."
Du Chengfeng sighed.
However, compared to the weapons themselves, he was more concerned about the things he had just seen from the weapons.
Whenever he finished polishing a saber, he could hear He Xiqing’s speech; whenever he wiped off a warhamr, he could feel the enthusiasm of a grassland warrior—these Hu people were not just brainless looting scattered troops, their loyalty to He Xiqing was even called madness. Any grassland warrior with so ambition considered serving He Xiqing as an honor, and under He Xiqing’s command, they were even willing to die.
This gave Du Chengfeng a deeper understanding of the enemies he was about to face.
He was not just a Demon God-like monstrous figure but also a highly charismatic leader.
"Why does it seem to beco harder?"
Just thinking about those grassland warriors shouting angrily in the camp made Du Chengfeng’s heart sink.
It’s definitely not an easy thing to fight such a monster alone, not to ntion the news from Yang Fortress won’t be blocked for long. With He Xiqing’s keen senses, he will likely soon notice that his brothers have gone out for training and haven’t returned.
Not enough, the power is still not enough.
Even if he has already mastered the way of honing the body as a weapon and has a thod to fundantally enhance combat power, the speed of effectiveness is still too slow.
Faster, faster, he needs so quicker way.
And now, a shortcut is right in front of him.
Just pick up the large axe with ancient patterns at hand and chop a little more...
"Be honest."
The saber knocked on the axe blade, and Du Chengfeng’s urge to kill and see blood imdiately vanished.
However, this ti, although the axe did indeed calm down, Du Chengfeng’s mind was not entirely quiet.
He Xiqing’s fierce image was like a mountain pressing on his heart, facing such a powerful enemy with almost no visible weaknesses, no one could truly remain calm.
Could it be that He Xiqing is just like his younger brother said, an all-rounder?
"It shouldn’t be, there must be a solution."
Taking a deep breath, Du Chengfeng decided to not pressure himself but to think of sothing lighthearted to enjoy.
For example, count the gains from this polishing.
Maybe because he threw away the Unlucky Curved Saber out the door, his harvest this ti was much better than before. These Bone Flower Warhamrs not only brought him quite a wealth of blunt weapon techniques but also contained several unique thods for body conditioning from the Northern n.
It seems obvious, to hurt soone with a Bone Flower Warhamr, which has no sharp tip, one naturally needs a lot of power.
If any problem must be ntioned, it’s that these thods of body conditioning are overly severe.
So carry logs while running in ice and snow, so in cold winds hit trees with their bodies, so shepherd warriors of the grassland carry lambs weighing dozens of pounds as exercise equipnt, and other grassland warriors swing large sticks, from wooden sticks weighing about ten pounds to heavy iron sticks weighing hundreds of pounds.
Of course, the heavy iron sticks weighing hundreds of pounds are not suitable for battles, but once the body gets used to such heavy weights, when switching back to Bone Flower Warhamrs during battles, they beco extrely lightweight, swinging swiftly like the wind, even faster than swords and blades.
It is after such rigorous training that those Northern Desert warriors could harden themselves like iron.
However, for Du Chengfeng, these are still fine; relative to the extre thod of "Three Thousand Swords Swung in a Day" learned before, the training thods of these grassland warriors seem more reliable and feasible.
To confront iron with iron, one must refine oneself into solid steel.
At this mont, Du Chengfeng decided to try all these training thods.
He wanted to see where the limit of his will lies.
"Co on! Continue"
Yet, just as Du Chengfeng was about to train his muscles and bones again before resting, soone pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in.
Knowing it is alright to enter the small courtyard without knocking ans it’s not a stranger, but what surprised Du Chengfeng was that instead of the more familiar carpenter Li, it was the old man Yang Xuan, who was not that familiar to him.
"Warrior! Good news! Good news!"
This ti, Yang Xuan didn’t even bring anyone, running all the way over.
"The warrior previously entrusted with the Yang family to help gather weapons, and now a good one has been collected!"
"...Oh?"
At this mont, Du Chengfeng noticed that Yang Xuan was holding a long knife with a sheath in his arms.
The old long knife had not been unsheathed, looking rather ordinary.
"You an this?"
"Warrior, this knife may look plain."
Seeing Du Chengfeng’s lack of interest, Yang Xuan hurriedly handed the knife over.
"This knife is indeed cheap, but it was the personal knife of Liu Qingyun, the fast knife expert. If Liu Qingyun hadn’t been found by Cui Yuan and then killed in a duel, no price would have obtained it..."
"Wait a mont?"
Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but feel stunned.
"Did you just say, who killed whom?"
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