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Another weapon was short, typically used after throwing a long spear. It was completely different from the light armor depicted in movies, where muscles were prominently displayed.
Secondly, their choice of location was excellent. The Hot Spring Valley was a very confined space. They could engage an average of one opponent at a time and had successfully killed several. They relied on their equipment and the advantage of the terrain.
Their enemies were a ragtag army composed of over a hundred nations and tribes, most of whom wielded wooden sticks as weapons. The three hundred Spartans initially remained stationary. They half-lay on the ground, raising their spears and holding their shields, waiting for the Slave Army armed with short wooden sticks to charge in.
Only after the Slave Army was defeated did it become evident that they had crushed thousands of enemies wielding iron scraps, who were unable to breach their defenses. Utilizing their equipment advantage, they accomplished the remarkable feat of three hundred men defeating four hundred thousand.
And now there was Ye Feihong. Compared to his former self, he was like a fully armored Spartan warrior facing enemies with mere iron scraps. Clad in this set of Magic Equipment, Ye Feihong could be said to be at least a hundred times more powerful than before. Previously, he only had Carbide Tungsten Tang as a weapon, which could not penetrate his own defenses.
Now, Ye Feihong was eager to experience the might of these magical weapons. Absorbing the power of the Energy Stone, he floated into the air above the castle and aimed at the distant peaks, unleashing his full strength with the One Month Divine Arrow.
A loud rumble echoed through the air. In the distance, a section of the mountain peak crumbled, sending a cascade of rocks tumbling down.
So swift, so powerful.
Ye Feihong was very pleased with this. He slung his bow back over his shoulder and drew his sword, swinging it through the empty air. Energy surged rapidly into the blade, and he sliced through the atmosphere, unleashing a wave of sword energy that struck the ground hundreds of meters ahead.
A deep gash appeared, over ten meters deep and spanning more than a hundred meters wide.
Strong. Strong. Strong.
Ye Feihong couldn't help but marvel at his own might. With his weapons and armor made of Refined Gold and Mithril, he felt invincible. It was as if he could single-handedly slay millions of dark creatures.
Returning to solid ground, Ye Feihong addressed the dwarves, "Well done! Tonight, I will reward you with even more fine wine. Let's keep up the hard work today and strive to gather more metals. Everyone in the Farm Owner's group should have suitable weapons and armor."
Upon hearing about the reward of fine wine, both the dwarves and the Dark Moon Elves were filled with excitement.
As the day began, Ye Feihong immersed himself in the hustle and bustle of work. He finally shook off the lingering shadows of the past few days. The final words of the Golden Light Sanctuary Knight had left a profound impact on him.
He approached the third Furnace Tree of Life, uncertain if he could successfully defeat the next wave of the Dark Creature Army. However, with the weapons he now possessed, Ye Feihong felt confident in his abilities.
The dark creatures were growing stronger, but so was he. His own power was not stagnant; he had been improving steadily. Ye Feihong believed that with his progress, he could certainly surpass even the strongest of the dark beings.
Within him, a newfound strength began to blossom. He no longer feared the future or the endless unknowns posed by the formidable dark creatures.
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