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Chapter 122 - 122: Sword Finger

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Sword Finger

Translator: 549690339

Upon hearing this system prompt, the anxious Song Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He initially thought earning a thousand Doomsday Coins would be a cinch over a span of four to five hours, given his current level and strength. However, much to his surprise, despite spending five and a half hours gaming, all his earnings, if sold to the system store, would have only amounted to five to six hundred Doomsday Coins. To a regular player, this sum would be a decent income. However, this was a far cry from Song Jian’s expectations.

“Phew, finally received it. If Count Qian Dahai hadn’t come back, I might have had to sell my equipment,” Song Jian let out a deep breath.

Selling his equipment to the system store was his last resort. If he resorted to that, he could receive several hundred Doomsday Coins. However, this would be a mere quick fix. Stripped of his equipment, Song Jian’s power would take a severe hit. Moreover, selling equipment to the system store was akin to selling a jewel at the price of a brick. Just thinking about it caused Song Jian heartache.

He quickly conjured his motorcycle and sped toward his Manor Castle. The distance of several kilometers was bridged in under five minutes. At the mailbox outside his manor, Song Jian finally saw a thousand Doomsday Coins and a Skill Scroll radiating a golden gleam.

“Phew, seems like Count Qian Dahai is a man of his words,” Song Jian murmured in admiration. If you knew what it was – a plain-quality, featureless blue jade necklace that couldn’t be taken out of the game and wouldn’t be re-purchased by the system store – you might think it was worthless, not even worth a single Doomsday Coin. Yet, Count Qian Dahai traded it for a thousand Doomsday Coins and a hefty Sword Immortal profession inheritance skill, a representative model of the wealthy and capricious.

Without hesitation, Song Jian used the golden skill scroll, and the icon of the skill “Sword Finger” appeared on his skill bar.

“Sword Finger (Active), level 1, skill effect: Designated one of the ten fingers of the hands to activate the skill, and an Invisible Sword Qi is emitted to a range of three meters ahead, inflicting 55-80 points of physical damage to all targets within the covered range and additional 50 points of metal damage; cooldown: 5 seconds; skill cost: 10 points of Invisible Sword Qi.”

To use this skill, he first had to choose one of the ten fingers. Song Jian pondered and decided to use his left forefinger. His right hand was for wielding the “Tusk Fang Stinger”, while his left hand was not primarily required.

Although the “Guardian Sword” was equipped in his left weapon slot, Song Jian had not learned any swordsmanship, let alone a combination of dagger and longsword. The guardian sword was only for an added three-point force attribute value.

He clicked the “Sword Finger” icon, and a holographic image of ten fingers appeared before him. Upon setting his left forefinger as the trigger for Sword Finger, the hologram disappeared and a jolting sensation surged through his forefinger po, as if a wave of Vitality had rushed into it.

After a while, the prickling sensation receded. Song Jian extended his finger, prompting a radiant silver Sword Qi from it. The Sword Qi lasted for about a second before slowly dissolving.

Checking the energy slot of the Invisible Sword Qi, it indeed had consumed 10 points. However, the consumed Sword Qi swiftly replenished. It took just two to three seconds to fully recharge the 10 points of Sword Qi.

“Looks cool, but I don’t know about the power yet,” Song Jian slightly shook his head. Reminiscing about the silver Sword Qi, he still felt a twinge of excitement.

“I thought it would be like a machine gun, constantly shooting Sword Qi from afar. Didn’t expect the range to just be three meters. Isn’t a real Sword Immortal supposed to be capable to take a person’s head from miles away?” Song Jian mumbled.

Checking the clock, he had less than fifteen minutes left for the dwarf Zack’s trial. Song Jian quickly got on his motorcycle and headed for the Sunflower Bar.

Even during daytime, his motorcycle generated quite a commotion, attracting many concealed mutant zombies. Seeing shaky zombies making their way toward the road, Song Jian lifted his left hand, prompting a silver Sword Qi.

*Whiz~*

With a lift of his hand, guided by the momentum of the motorcycle, it felt as if he was wielding a lightsaber. With a gentle sweep, the zombie was instantaneously cleaved in half, and Song Jian did not feel the slightest bit of resistance at all.

A few players hunting down mutant zombies on the streets heard the sound of a motorcycle in the distance and their faces instantly changed.

An exasperated pudgy adolescent burst out in anger, “Who is this causing such a racket? Is there a shortage of monsters around? Is he going to stop after attracting all the monsters? He’s harming everyone!”

Mutant zombies were relatively calm during the day, and wouldn’t besiege players unless there was a loud commotion. But Song Jian’s noise was on such a scale that mutants on both sides of the road within a hundred meter radius would all be alerted.

The other players in the team didn’t verbally criticize him like the chubby teenager, but they wore equally disgruntled expressions, shooting glances of disapproval in the direction of the motorcycle.

*Whiz~*

A flicker of silver light cleaved a nearby mutant zombie in half. Before it even turned into ash, the motorcycle rushed ahead, disappearing nearly ten meters away.

“Fuck, did you guys see what just happened? Was that a skill, or…?” The chubby boy stared wide-eyed, mimicking Song Jian’s earlier motion, his face filled with utter bewilderment as he looked at the others.

“1,1 didn’t get a good look… it seemed like a silver… light…” One guy hesitated.

“Was that a skill, or a magic? That’s so cool!”

“I think we should pay attention to our surroundings. If we stay here much longer, we’re going to get surrounded by mutant zombies…”

Song Jian arrived at the Sunflower Bar, checked his time, breathed a sigh of relief. With ten minutes to spare, he hopped off his motorcycle, recalling it and began walking towards the bar.

Upon seeing Song Jian, Dwarf Zack’s eyes lit up. At that moment, Zack had been invited to a booth inside the bar, where a simple pint of beer sat in front of him. Considering the current stage of the game, players couldn’t afford much in terms of Doomsday Coins.

“Fiana, get Mr. Zack his rum!” Song Jian yelled and put a thousand Doomsday Coins on the counter.

Hearing Song Jian’s yell, a gleeful expression lit up Zack’s face. Giggling, he pushed away the pint of beer in front of him, stepping out of the booth towards Song Jian.

“Lad, not bad! Just as you promised. Haha, I knew 1 was right about you!” Despite not being able to reach Song Jian’s shoulder due to his height, Zack contentedly patted his back.

“Mr. Zack, I hope this goblet of gold rimmed rum lives up to your expectations!” Wearing a small smile, Song Jian handed the large cup of rum to Zack.

“Hey, you, we’ve talked with Mr. Zack for a while now. Isn’t it impolite for you to butt in line like this?” An unhappy voice echoed from inside the booth. Turning around, Song Jian saw four or five men coming out of the booth with unpleasant looks on their faces.