Feng Ruixing and the other person gathered at this time because Wen Wen had informed them that a monitoring point was to be established here.
The personnel sent to set up the monitoring point were a human prisoner from the containment facility. After the setup was completed, they would remain here, under Feng Ruixing's command.
Feng Ruixing was quite looking forward to this.
Even though this subordinate who was about to arrive was a prisoner from the containment facility, having a superpowered subordinate by his side was something the former Feng Ruixing wouldn't have even dared to dream of.
As for Heng An on the other side, he was simply interested in the monitoring point itself.
He had heard that monitoring points could conveniently display the distribution of superpowered individuals and monsters within the city. With this, his pursuit of members of the secret organization would become much more convenient.
The two arrived at the rooftop of the Foundation building. After waiting for a while, they saw a giant eagle soar through the sky, and then a figure in red leaped down from above.
The figure was wearing a striking, bright red trench coat, with a silver metal longsword on its back. The handguard featured a ferocious skull.
Feng Ruixing and Heng An exchanged glances. They both felt that this outfit seemed familiar, as if they had seen it in some game. Was this person a cosplayer?
The person wearing the red trench coat was none other than Wei Su.
Wei Su walked up to Feng Ruixing, clenched his right fist to his chest, and said, "My name is Wei Su, and from today onwards, I am your subordinate. I will work hard."
He had to work hard, otherwise the chains on him would let him know what true suffering was.
Feng Ruixing looked at Wei Su with a headache and said, "Well... the first thing is, change into some normal clothes. You can't work by my side dressed like this."
Wei Su nodded, then activated his ability, and a suit of glittering golden armor appeared on his body.
Feng Ruixing was speechless. Was this guy actually useful to him?
Heng An, standing beside them, couldn't stand it any longer and patted Wei Su on the shoulder.
He could nullify superpower energy. Wei Su's armor began to disappear, so they wouldn't have to endure that awkward attire.
However, Heng An never expected that apart from the armor materialized by his superpower, Wei Su was wearing nothing else.
And so, at three o'clock in the morning, on the rooftop of the Foundation building, a man was seen weeping with his face buried in his hands...
...
Ding, ding, clang...
"Stop, don't hammer anymore, don't hammer anymore!"
Li Haiyang jolted awake from his dream. He grabbed the tissues by his bedside and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
This was an old habit of his; whenever he fell asleep, he would always have strange dreams.
At twenty-five years old, he always kept tissues by his bedside because of these nightmares.
It was absolutely not because he liked to do strange things...
In his dreams, he was not himself.
Instead, he was a man about 1.2 meters tall. This man was incredibly muscular, like a block of muscle.
He held a ferocious iron hammer in one hand and incessantly smashed it against a piece of iron ingot in front of him, again and again... without end.
From time to time, he would hear pained wails, as if what was being forged by the hammer was not an iron ingot, but a living person.
The long dream passed in this endless forging.
"Why do I have this dream? Perhaps I am truly entangled by something unclean..."
Li Haiyang touched a flame-shaped metal emblem on his chest.
"As long as this is here, I am safe. No one can harm me!"
Several years ago, Li Haiyang happened to pass by a street stall and was immediately drawn to a flame-shaped pendant. He bought it for a low price.
At first, the pendant did not exhibit any divine powers. But one time, Li Haiyang was working, his mind was distracted, and he wasn't looking where he was going while crossing the road.
Just as he was about to be hit by a motorcycle, the pendant suddenly grew hot, and he fell backward, narrowly avoiding the motorcycle.
After that, the chain of the pendant disappeared, and the pendant itself became embedded in Li Haiyang's chest. No matter how he tried, he couldn't remove it.
Gradually, Li Haiyang discovered that this pendant seemed to be a very powerful amulet.
Every time he was about to get injured, this pendant would activate and save him.
Since the pendant could protect him, Li Haiyang no longer insisted on removing it from his chest.
...
At the same moment, in a dark factory building in Baoya City, there was a glowing red forge in the center.
A dwarf-like figure with a beard as red as flames continuously swung a ferocious hammer, forging something.
However, unlike in Li Haiyang's dream, what he was forging had already taken the shape of a longsword from an iron ingot.
The heat from the sword blank condensed into a ghostly image of a man.
"Stop hammering, let me die, please..." the man begged the red-bearded figure, kneeling on the ground.
But the red-bearded figure did not hesitate and struck down with the hammer, scattering the phantom.
When the phantom reappeared, it cursed the red-bearded figure, but the outcome was no different.
Each time the red-bearded figure struck the sword blank, the phantom that reappeared would dim slightly. He wanted to make the phantom the soul of this sword.
After forging for over an hour, the longsword was basically formed. The red-bearded figure poured a basin of foul-smelling blood onto the scorching hot longsword.
Then, he spat a blast of flame onto the sword, and the entire longsword began to burn intensely.
The light from the burning longsword illuminated the entire factory.
With the help of this light, one could see that along the edges of the factory, dozens of human corpses were hanging, as if they were pork!
The red-bearded figure gazed obsessively at the sword bathed in flames and murmured:
"A sword body forged with Abyss metal, quenched with demon blood, and a soul spirit made from carefully selected, sinful human souls from the guests of the old inn..."
"This is the forty-seventh experiment. Can a true demonic sword be forged..."
After the flames dissipated, the red-bearded figure grasped the metal hilt, his eyes instantly turned red, and his entire being filled with berserk killing intent.
But he quickly regained his clarity and simply tossed the sword aside.
"Another failure. It does possess a demonic nature..."
"But it's far from the effect I predicted. Perhaps I should try capturing a high-level demon..."
...
The sun was high in the sky. Wen Wen stood on the balcony, basking in the sunlight, holding his longsword with both hands in a poised stance, ready to swing.
Although his body remained motionless, his mind was not idle.
He wanted to find a certain feeling, the feeling he had when Xun Ying swung his sword in front of him.
Wen Wen remembered every detail of that strike, but he just couldn't perfectly replicate it.
According to Xun Ying, he hadn't found his own sword.
But what did "his own sword" truly mean?
"Is a sword I snatched from someone else not mine? Even so, why doesn't the sword I forged myself react?"
After thinking for a long time, Wen Wen still couldn't figure it out, so he sheathed his longsword and sighed.