Summoning Players into My Game-Chapter 541 - 310: They’re Not Selling Guns—They’re Stirring Up Big Trouble (Part 3)
"Understood," Wako bowed and left immediately.
Soon after Wako’s departure, various martial artist associations in Chasing Light City, as well as many large shops, began stocking a new weapon. They even set up special display counters with dedicated personnel to promote it.
"Dear customer, this is a highly recommended weapon from our store. It will absolutely allow a martial artist like you to roam the wilderness unchallenged," the attractive shop assistant said with a smile to a middle-aged martial artist with a prosthetic leg.
"I didn’t study much, so don’t try to fool me. I’m just a crippled middle-tier martial artist, barely able to handle initial-tier monsters. Encountering a mid-tier monster would be certain death. Do you really think purchasing this gun will allow me to take down mid-tier monsters?" The middle-aged martial artist glared at the shop assistant, suspecting that the martial artist association was trying to scam crippled martial artists like him due to a cash shortage.
"This advanced model super electromagnetic spear is backed by the reputation of our martial artist association. As long as a martial artist becomes proficient in the First Layer of Thunder Light Palm, under normal usage, within a hundred meters, it can pierce through the skull of a mid-tier monster, and even the body of a high-tier monster can also be penetrated," the shop assistant confidently explained. "Moreover, purchasing this weapon now comes with a complimentary martial artist level martial arts technique, the First Layer of Thunder Light Palm, which is otherwise a rare find. If you find learning it difficult, you can also head over to the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall for training."
"One shot per mid-tier monster? Penetrating a high-tier monster within a hundred meters, with a free martial arts technique included?" The middle-aged martial artist stared at the advanced super electromagnetic spear on display, his eyes turning red with excitement. "All for just ten energy crystal stones?"
The reputation of the martial artist association was unquestionable. As a crippled mid-tier martial artist, his current livelihood mostly involved hunting initial-tier monsters in the wild, which were difficult to find amidst mostly mid-tier or higher monsters with the occasional lord monster.
If a single shot could take down a mid-tier monster, he would be set for life.
"Since you’re a mid-tier martial artist, I strongly recommend this luxury model made from B6-level alloy, capable of even wounding an intermediate lord monster. It’s only thirty energy crystal stones now," the shop assistant suggested again.
"Can it really wound an intermediate lord?" The middle-aged martial artist’s breath quickened, immediately pulling out three small boxes from his clothes and handing them to the shop assistant. "I’ll take it!"
"Thank you for your patronage." The shop assistant handed over the luxury model super electromagnetic spear along with an upper volume of Thunder Light Palm.
As this disabled martial artist purchased the super electromagnetic spear, other martial artists who came to browse the association were also drawn in. After learning all the details, they didn’t hesitate to make a purchase. Even many quasi-martial artists opted to buy a standard model, resulting in booming business for the martial artist association.
With an increasing number of purchases, the super electromagnetic spear quickly became known throughout the city. Various gangs and martial artist clans immediately sought to buy it. Gangs, in particular, seemed possessed, spending all their savings to acquire it.
Night fell, Red Moon Commerce.
Amidst the vibrant lights and lively atmosphere of the bar, Red Moon Commerce was unusually quiet, with only a quarter of the usual patrons, making the place feel eerily deserted.
"Have you found out? What on earth happened today? Why didn’t people from all the major gangs show up?" asked the Blood Pattern Race youth wearing a white mask, questioning the subordinate who had just returned.
At this time of day, people from various gangs usually flocked in to trade, especially for B Level battle armors, which were in high demand. The absence of buyers today was perplexing.
"Shop manager, I’ve investigated. These gangs have spent their savings on purchasing weapons and are now home practicing martial arts, which is why they’re not here," the Blood Pattern Race youth reported respectfully.
"Buying weapons? What’s the use of those weapons? Don’t they know how much B Level battle armor enhances strength and speed? Even if a sharper weapon can damage armor, with armor’s aid, battles at the same level are a one-sided affair. Don’t they even know this basic fact?" The white-masked youth expressed bafflement, questioning whether the gang members had lost their minds. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
"I’ve heard that the weapons they purchased can easily penetrate B Level battle armors. Even a high-tier martial artist wearing a B4-level armor cannot withstand a shot within a hundred meters from an initial-tier martial artist," the Blood Pattern Race youth explained. "This has prompted these gangs to discreetly dispose of their B Level battle armors and exchange them for energy crystal stones to buy new weapons."
"An initial-tier martial artist can penetrate B4-level armor from a hundred meters away with one shot? How is that possible!" The white-masked youth was astonished, unable to stop himself from asking, "Do you know who’s selling such weapons?"
If the news were true, their B Level battle armors would become a joke, significantly reducing their sales. If this wasn’t handled properly, the store would have a hard time staying open.
"The Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall!"
