Gray continued to fight for the rest of the day, not losing a single match. (The ceremony is at night)

During the matches, he managed to break through to the eighth stage of the Martial Realm, which increased his power again.

In the end, the highest level that he managed to fight with was someone at the second stage of the Spirit Realm, and even then he was only barely able to end in a draw.

The only reason he beat the first traitor was because he was just flailing his arms around while fighting against the most skilled fighter in the continent. It would obviously be simple to beat him, even if his strength wasn’t as high as the traitor.

‘So my limit is four levels higher? That’s unsurprisingly the same as my previous life, in which my limit was also four levels above my current strength.’

His body was currently the same as his previous life, with the only difference being that he trained it. As for his dantian, his previous life’s dantian had always been unnaturally strong and large, and now, although he found that it wasn’t as large, it was equally as strong, if not far stronger.

In this way, it didn’t surprise him that his combat power was strong to the same level.

However, this was without a weapon, which didn’t suit the ice element.

So, with this thought in mind, he headed towards the market section of the celebration and browsed through some shops that were selling weapons.

Finally, he found a shop that was selling some good quality weapons, and everything there was imbued with the disgusting smell of overpowering smoke.

There wasn’t even anybody at the counter of the shop, but Gray knew based on what he had seen that this was the place he would get his first weapon.

As he looked through the weapons, he could feel a familiar power coming from every single one of them, and he could see patterns drawn on their surfaces.

It was clear to him that they were protected by formations, and if they were stolen, it would not only let the owner of the stall know, but also allow them to track the person that stole it.

This was a very common thing to see, and it was a simple proximity formation. If the formation in question left the vicinity of the trigger object, the formation would self-destruct and send a message to the trigger object and form into a power that could be tracked easily.

(Similar to an ink blot security tag at a mall)

Each item here was clearly tailored to a specific fighting style and there were so many that it wasn’t possible to not find something that could fit you at least somewhat. And if there somehow wasn’t a single thing to your liking, you could ask the blacksmith to make you something that was.

What made Gray come here was the fact that each weapon was custom made, and nothing was mass produced. This meant that the individual quality of each weapon would be much higher since each one was personally crafted.

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However, after not finding something specifically suited towards him, he went up to the counter and slapped it, a rude but effective way to get attention.

A few seconds after he did so, an annoyed grunt came from a room in the back.

Shortly after, a gruff bald man with a long singed black beard appeared, covered in sweat and his body giving off a weird heat. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of crappy singed long pants.

“Whaddaya want?!” He let out in an annoyed grunt.

His breath stank as it blew over Gray’s face, but he didn’t care in the slightest. Instead, he looked at the man’s arms, which were completely free of hair and were covered in burn scars.

“You’re the blacksmith?” He clearly didn’t care about the disheveled appearance of the blacksmith in front of him, and was more concerned about the service offered.

“What’s it to you?” He rolled his eyes, already turning around to head back into the portable forge he had set up here.

But Gray wouldn’t let go so easily.

“I am willing to pay tens of thousands of spirit crystals if you can forge me a pair of sabers at the middle tier Spirit Grade.”

The blacksmith stopped in his tracks and looked at Gray suspiciously. If it was any other ten year old who said this, he would brush them off without a second thought, but there was just something about him that made him reconsider.

He turned his head back, curiosity in his eyes, even if faint. It wasn’t often that his instincts warned him about someone, but this was a deep seated feeling that was abundantly clear. This boy was an expert, and the more he looked at him, the more he thought so.

“I’ll also throw in a few fire elemental forging techniques if you agree now.”

Hearing this, the blacksmith didn’t have to spend much more thought.

“Show me the techniques first and allow me to skim them, then we’ll forge if they meet my standards.”

“Deal.” As he spoke, Gray waved his hand, and three books appeared in the air, flying towards the blacksmith, who caught them without much issue. The blacksmith was shocked that Gray had a spatial ring, but it only proved that his instincts weren’t wrong.

He then opened up the first book with a blank expression, but the more he read, the more excited he became. He then hurriedly opened the second, and more joy appeared on his face.

Finally, he opened the third, and more joy than had ever appeared on his face showed in an instant.

“For these techniques, I’ll forge whatever you want and however many of them you want for free!”

He was clearly burning in anticipation, ready to try them out and learn them.

“You take your time to learn these techniques. In a month, I will come find you and we can start forging the sabers.”

As he spoke, he took out a spirit crystal in his hand and sent a massive wave of icy inner energy into it, dying it a pale blue and also tracing all kinds of weird patterns on its surface, causing it to emit a weird pulse of power every so often.

He then sliced open his palm and poured a massive amount of blood into it, causing the lines on the surface of the spirit crystal to be dyed red and even the crystal itself became blood red in color.

The next moment, his hand healed and stopped pouring blood, and the red color started to fade from the spirit crystal.

Then, he tossed it to the blacksmith and spoke.

“It’s a tracker that will work from almost any distance. I can’t sense anything about it other than its direction. Just don’t put it in a spatial ring. For now, though, I can have you make some low tier Spirit Grade Sabers.”

Then, the blacksmith put the tracker in his pocket and headed into the forge, gesturing to Gray to follow him.