Chapter 115: Supreme Armament Inheritance

Chapter 115: Supreme Armament Inheritance

While mid-air, Lothe’s [Spatial Perception] caught another lethal spike condensing behind his back. He twisted his torso, using the blunt tail of his spear to deflect the construct’s trajectory, landing in a low crouch five paces away.

WHOOSH!

The armored phantom was already there, closing the distance without a breath of delay.

Lothe parried the descending arc, but as metal ground against metal, the underlying mechanics finally clicked in his analytical mind.

The phantom wasn’t merely using spear martial arts.

Every motion of its weapon was simultaneously laying down an active array!

A thrust established a lethal killing node.

A horizontal sweep inscribed a suppression boundary.

A circular parry spun an impenetrable defensive barrier.

Even its footwork was planting structural formation anchors into the stone!

Lothe’s eyes brightened with genuine realization.

"Armament and array are not separate..." he whispered. "The weapon itself is the formation."

The phantom stepped forward and drove its spear straight toward Lothe’s throat.

Lothe countered with equal precision.

BOOM!

The two weapons locked in mid-air. At the exact point where their spearheads collided, two opposing arrays detonated simultaneously!

RUMBLE!

The concussive backlash threw Lothe backward. He skidded across the floor, his knee slamming down onto the flagstones as a thin line of blood escaped his lips.

Yet a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He wasn’t smiling because he was winning.

He was smiling because the foundational logic of the technique had laid itself bare before him.

Ping!

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[SUPREME ARMAMENTS TECHNIQUE — TRIAL IN PROGRESS]

• Core Principle: "The Armament and the Formation are One."

• Condition: Overcome the Inheritance Guardian to claim the complete legacy.

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The system interface updated rapidly, unfurling a scroll of dense ancient text:

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[INHERITANCE MANIFEST]

• Supreme Armament Combat Scripture

• Armament-Array Integration Scripture

• Supreme Armament Forging Scripture

• Armament Tempering Scripture

• Weapon Soul Awakening Method

• Supreme Armament Refinement Method

• Armament Evolution Principles

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Lothe’s breath hitched slightly.

This wasn’t an ordinary combat manual. It was a comprehensive, self-contained grand legacy. It detailed the entire evolutionary pipeline of armaments—how to forge, refine, awaken a weapon’s soul, and evolve it alongside its master from an ordinary mortal blade all the way into a Supreme-Grade Armament.

This is why it’s called ’Supreme.’

The phantom did not pause to let him read. It surged forward again, its spear screaming through the air!

Lothe met the attack head-on.

CLANG!!!

Their shafts locked, sparks raining over their shoulders.

The phantom’s spear rotated, three distinct nodes of light flaring at its perimeter to establish a killing triangle.

Lothe didn’t retreat. Recognizing the exact geometry, he drove the butt of his spear violently into the stone beneath their boots!

DING!

A spatial rune blossomed beneath the floor.

Then another.

Then a third.

The three spatial nodes linked instantly, inverting the incoming energy!

BOOM!

The phantom’s killing formation collapsed in on itself!

Lothe’s pupils dilated. "I can do this."

He lunged forward, channeling his Void Qi to the limit.

"Rift Thrust!"

The spearhead tore through space, aimed directly at the guardian’s visor.

The phantom tilted its shaft with mechanical precision, parrying the spatial strike.

BOOOOOOM!

The kinetic rebound shoved Lothe five steps back.

His gaze grew sharper, colder.

Understanding the theory was not the same as mastering it.

His current Void Spear Art had distinct limitations:

First Form — Rift Thrust: A concentrated, linear spatial puncture.

Second Form — Spatial Drill: High-torque rotational spatial penetration.

Both techniques were optimized purely for single-point piercing. But against an adversary whose weapon continuously wove multi-layered defensive formations around itself, simple piercing power wasn’t enough. The energy would simply be redirected into the surrounding nodes.

Lothe wiped the blood from his chin.

The phantom vanished once more.

Here.

It reappeared directly in front of him, its spear stabbing straight toward his sternum.

Lothe parried!

CLANG!

His balance wavered. Another thrust followed like a shadow!

CLANG!

Another!

CLANG!

The phantom’s spear abruptly shifted angle, slipping past his guard and slicing toward his throat. Lothe jerked his head back by a hair’s breadth.

SHIK.

A thin crimson line bloomed across his neck.

Lothe ignored the sting. His mind was operating at an impossible frequency.

He stopped looking at the phantom’s weapon as a physical spear. He began observing the spatial fabric wrapping around it.

Every movement.

Every shift in weight.

Every formation node.

Every microscopic tear in local atmospheric pressure.

Then—it clicked.

I don’t need to pierce through the formation.

I need to make the space containing the formation collapse upon itself.

His fingers locked around the black shaft. Void Qi surged from his dantian, coating the weapon in a dull, pitch-black haze that devoured the light.

The phantom thrust forward for the killing blow.

Lothe did not retreat. He took a bold half-step inward.

His spear didn’t thrust forward, nor did it sweep wide.

He angled the tip diagonally, sliding it directly through the microscopic seam between two expanding formation nodes.

Space buckled.

Instead of expanding, the surrounding atmospheric Qi was violently dragged inward, coalescing toward the point of his spearhead like water rushing down a drain!

The guardian’s visor flickered with something resembling shock.

For the first time since the trial began, its fluid movements stalled.

Lothe’s spear hummed with a terrifying, pitch-black resonance.

"Collapse."

BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

A localized spatial implosion erupted from the spearhead!

The guardian’s multi-layered formation shattered into glittering dust, and the colossal armored phantom was hurled backward, sliding ten meters across the flagstones!

Lothe remained standing, his chest rising and falling as he lowered his weapon.

A crisp chime echoed in his mind:

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[TECHNIQUE CREATED]

[Recording Information... Complete]

[Technique— Void Spear Art (Third Form)]

[Spatial Collapse]

Condenses Void Qi around the spearhead to violently collapse the local spatial fabric toward a designated singularity, imploding enemy formations and crushing internally.

[+400 EXP Gained,]

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A rare, dangerous smile curved Lothe’s lips. "Not bad."

Across the chamber, the phantom rose back to its feet.

Lothe’s smile vanished. Still not done?

The guardian raised its spear vertically. This time, its entire aura shifted into something ancient, vast, and terrifying.

The chamber illuminated with blinding radiance. Hundreds of intricate formation nodes manifested across the floor, while thousands of ethereal spear phantoms materialized in the air above, their tips pointing downward!

The trial had entered its second phase.

The guardian was preparing to execute the Supreme Armaments Technique at full capacity.

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Near the entrance of the chamber, Mie’r and Fan’er stood frozen, their eyes locked onto the ancient weapon hovering above the altar.

Neither woman spoke.

Both of them were Core Formation cultivators hailing from the most powerful sect; they understood exactly what was unfolding before their eyes.

This wasn’t a standard martial scroll. It was an ancient scripture containing the secrets to forging and awakening Supreme-Grade Armaments—weapons that developed souls, evolved alongside their masters, and could accompany an immortal across their entire lifespan!

Mie’r’s breathing grew ragged and hot.

Fan’er’s fingers tightened around her jade-green spear until her knuckles turned white.

A terrifying, uncontrollable greed ignited within both their gazes.

Mie’r leaned in, her voice trembling with dark excitement. "If we kill him while he’s locked in the trial..."

Fan’er’s eyes darkened, finishing the thought: "...the legacy belongs to us."

Their gazes met for a fraction of a second.

A silent pact was struck.

BOOM!

Two emerald spear beams erupted from their positions, tearing across the chamber like twin venomous serpents!

Lothe didn’t turn around in surprise.

Through his expanded [Spatial Perception], he had felt the subtle spike in their killing intent the moment the grand inheritance revealed its name.

Greed.

They weren’t attacking out of loyalty to Qing Lian or duty to their sect. They were attacking because they wanted the prize for themselves.

And people blinded by greed were the easiest to manipulate.

Mie’r drove her spear forward.

SHING!

An emerald-green poison array blossomed beneath Lothe’s boots. Simultaneously, Fan’er dropped from the ceiling rafters, her jade spear descending like a falling guillotine!

Lothe swept his spear up.

CLANG!!!

He parried Fan’er’s descending strike. Below, Mie’r’s poison array activated, sending hundreds of venomous jade-Qi spikes erupting from the flagstones!

Lothe’s eyes flashed purple.

"Void Step!"

Space folded. He vanished from between them like smoke.

The venomous spikes impaled only empty air.

Lothe reappeared five paces away, observing them with chilling detachment.

They use their spears as formation cores, Lothe analyzed. The exact principles taught by this trial.

His eyes turned colder. "Good. Let’s see how well you’ve mastered it."

Mie’r and Fan’er lunged simultaneously.

Spear clashed against spear! Formations clashed against formations!

CLANG! BOOM! SHING!

The chamber descended into total, chaotic warfare.​