"Video Through Anime: Inventory of the Top Ten Combat Ceilings"

Bei Feng hurriedly opened the creator's backend and drafted a simple leasing contract under the basic creator's permissions. He then sent an invitation to Wu Liuqi.

A few seconds later, his phone emitted a dazzling white light, illuminating the ground. When the light faded, the Demonic Blade Thousand Edge appeared before him.

Bei Feng felt a pang of concern for Wu Liuqi. Anyone familiar with the anime knew that the Demonic Blade Thousand Edge had always been in the hands of Miss Mei's master, Qing Feng. This was all part of Qing Feng's scheme—he had set the stage from the very beginning.

"Once you escape, head to Xuanwu Nation. The answers you seek are there."

Leaving this message for Wu Liuqi, Bei Feng turned his attention to the Demonic Blade Thousand Edge.

Just as the anime described, it was one of the national treasures of Shenduan Nation. Its blade was forged from a thousand shattered fragments, the hilt was black, and the half-exposed sword body was adorned with blue streaks. Only when those streaks glowed could the sword unleash its true power.

Currently, only Wu Liuqi could fully wield its strength. But Bei Feng couldn't help but wonder—could the world's greatest swordsman from the Pirate World also master this demonic blade?

Either way, his priority was securing the Black Blade. The patrol team had recently received reports from higher-ups—something unusual was happening with the demons, and they were instructed to stay vigilant.

If they encountered danger, having the Black Blade would provide a sense of security.

With that in mind, Bei Feng sent a trade request to Hawkeye from the Pirate World.

As another flash of white light faded, a massive black sword, nearly as tall as Bei Feng himself, appeared before him. Its sheer presence exuded an overwhelming sense of dominance.

"Bei Feng, if you're done resting, let's head back."

From the tall grass beside him, Wang Hai pushed aside the dense weeds and called out.

Bei Feng stood up from the tree he had been leaning against and gazed at the night sky. His brows furrowed.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

The sky was eerily illuminated, and the surrounding forest had fallen into an unsettling silence.

Strange.

It wasn't until Wang Hai's words snapped him out of his thoughts that Bei Feng realized the abnormality.

They were patrolling the wilderness, an area frequently prowled by demons, yet the entire place was deathly quiet—not even the usual chirping of insects or birds.

A cold gust of wind swept past, sending a chill down Bei Feng's spine.

"Something's not right," Wang Hai muttered, scanning his surroundings. Even his towering frame tensed up.

"Our patrol assignment seems to have taken us too deep."

A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. The ominous feeling only grew stronger.

"If we run into a C-rank demon, we're as good as dead."

Before his words even settled, the atmosphere shifted violently.

A sudden gust howled through the trees, branches swayed wildly, and an eerie rustling filled the air.

Swish!

A crimson blade slashed downward from above!

A deep gash split across Wang Hai's muscular arm, and searing pain jolted him into high alert. His combat instincts kicked in immediately.

"Bei Feng! Demon sighted! Prepare for battle!"

Bei Feng's expression darkened. The dim lighting of the night gave the enemy a natural advantage.

Gripping the Black Blade, he immediately felt its overwhelming weight—a power unlike anything he had wielded before.

In the dense underbrush, two glowing red eyes flickered ominously.

Cold sweat trickled down Wang Hai's face.

"It's a C-rank demon… We should be able to handle it. But if things go south, we run. No shame in that—staying alive comes first."

For people like them—ordinary humans without awakened abilities—the only way to grow stronger was through relentless physical training.

But even the strongest human body had its limits. Against a C-rank demon, escaping alive was already an accomplishment.

"Damn it, our luck is awful! A C-rank demon right off the bat?"

Despite the danger, Wang Hai's fighting spirit surged. As a mere human, did he not dream of awakening an ability and battling high-tier demons?

But talent was something beyond his control. Even so, as a man, he refused to back down from a fight.

"No… it's not just one. And it's not just C-rank demons…"

Bei Feng's eyes sharpened as he sensed something even more unsettling.

Wang Hai turned, his pupils dilating in sheer disbelief.

Countless glowing crimson eyes flickered within the darkness—like an endless sea of stars in the night sky.

"B… B-rank demons? And more than one?!"

His battle spirit instantly crumbled.

A group of B-rank demons in the wild?

For two ordinary humans, there was only one possible outcome—certain death.

And not just death—their remains wouldn't even be left behind.

One of the leading B-rank demons stepped out from the shadows.

Its head was a twisted mass of withered branches, its body covered in jagged spikes. A grotesquely long tongue slithered from its bloody maw, licking the fresh blood off its claws.

"ROAR!!!"

An unbearable sense of impending doom crushed down on them.

A true B-rank demon.

Wang Hai exhaled slowly, his face filled with resignation.

"Good brother, looks like we'll have to meet again in the next life."

To his surprise, Bei Feng let out a small smirk. He raised the Black Blade with one hand and clapped Wang Hai on the shoulder with the other.

"Brother, didn't I tell you? When I make it big, I'll take care of you too."

Wang Hai turned, stunned.

At a time like this, was he seriously talking nonsense?!

Ordinary humans could barely handle D-rank demons through sheer physical training.

Now they were facing a horde of B-rank demons—completely out of their league!

Had Bei Feng lost his mind?

"Wait, hold up! Where the hell did you get that crazy weapon?! Don't tell me you secretly awakened an ability?!"

Wang Hai's jaw dropped as he finally took in the sight before him.

Bei Feng now wielded a monstrous black sword over three meters long, radiating a dominant and terrifying aura.

Even the B-rank demons hesitated at its presence.

Especially the Black Blade itself—it emitted an overwhelming aura of death.

Bei Feng smirked, gripping the hilt firmly.

"Black Blade, let's see how you fare in this world."

With a mighty swing, the Black Blade cleaved through the air—like a tiger descending upon its prey.

The moment the blade's energy erupted, the very air seemed to split apart.

In an instant, the wave of sword energy swept through the demons, obliterating everything in its path.

B-rank demons, known for their fearsome resilience, were instantly torn to shreds.

Demon blood soaked the ground.

Wang Hai stood frozen, his towering frame trembling.

His best friend, Bei Feng—since when did he become this terrifying?!

An ordinary human—slaughtering B-rank demons like they were mere paper?!

"Hawkeye's Black Blade… is truly terrifying!"