Ming Dynasty: I am truly not the Emperor of Longevity

"Brother Lu, if you want to interrogate, just bring the criminal over for questioning."

Sun Dexiu readily agreed.

"This man was highly skilled in martial arts. He single-handedly faced an encirclement by a large army and managed to kill sixteen people and injure eleven others."

Even though I've already had someone pierce his collarbone with iron chains, I can't guarantee that he won't be able to resist.

Brother Lu, please be extremely careful during the interrogation.

"Thank you very much, Brother Sun."

Lu Chen picked up his wine glass again.

"Interrogating such a notorious bandit will likely involve torture. If we accidentally kill him, I wonder if that would put Brother Sun in a difficult position?"

Lu Chen's original plan was to capture "Ghost's Sorrow" himself. Now that he has fallen into the hands of the Eastern Depot, although they can interrogate him, Sun Dexiu will have to send him to the capital to hand over the task after the interrogation.

Killing someone to silence them would be inappropriate.

Lu Chen cherished the rare opportunity to work alongside this former head of the Eastern Depot in Linqing twice.

Lu Chen had already made up his mind that if the other party insisted on being captured alive, he would not test his telekinetic powers in front of "Ghost's Sorrow". He would rather extract less value from this person and return the person alive.

"Brother Lu, there's no need to worry."

Sun Dexiu waved his hand.

"This 'Ghost-Fearer' is a highly skilled bandit; using too little torture will probably be ineffective."

When the punishment is too severe, mistakes are sometimes inevitable.

Given our friendship, I naturally have to tell Brother Lu the truth.

If this man dies in prison after being tortured, I can send his head to the capital and that will be enough to settle my score.

Of course, Sun Dexiu had no mission to capture the notorious bandit "Ghost's Sorrow". He made a special trip to Pingshanwei, a hundred miles away, to borrow troops for only one purpose.

This was to prevent Gao Mingqian from putting Lu Chen in danger due to improper planning.

Now that "Ghost's Sorrow" has been captured and Lu Chen is unharmed, there is no point in continuing to keep this notorious bandit in his hands.

Lu Chen can interrogate me however he wants; it would be even better if he killed me after the interrogation.

If they really wanted to return a living person, they would have to put on a full act and actually escort the person back to the capital.

. . .

The next day.

The prison of the Jinyiwei Thousand-Household Office in Linqing.

"This knife is nice."

Lu Chen picked up the longsword that "Ghost's Bane" had used to kill more than ten soldiers yesterday with his right hand, and swung it a few times seemingly casually.

"I heard from my men yesterday that those who clashed with you either dropped their weapons or were cut in half."

"Who exactly are you?"

Seeing Lu Chen's actions, "Ghost's Sorrow," who had previously appeared listless, suddenly widened his eyes.

"In my more than ten years of wandering the martial world, I have never seen anyone wield this knife so effortlessly!"

Lu Chen ignored the other party and instead brought the long sword closer to his eyes to examine it carefully. After a fierce battle, there wasn't even a single nick on the blade.

More importantly, the weight of the knife far exceeded his initial estimate.

When I reached for it with my hand, I almost dropped it. Luckily, I immediately used my telekinesis to lift the blade, which prevented me from losing my composure.

The reason this knife is so durable is actually quite simple: it's made to be exceptionally thick and heavy.

After arriving in Linqing to take up his post, Lu Chen also came into contact with many cold weapons. The Embroidered Spring Blade, which was standard issue for the Embroidered Uniform Guard, weighed only a little over two pounds, and the long swords that he held with both hands generally weighed only three to four pounds.

Knives weighing five jin (approximately 2.5 kg) are extremely rare.

Even blunt weapons like bamboo whips and golden maces, which are only used by strongmen, actually only weigh seven or eight pounds.

However, the two-handed longsword in his hand, which is about 1.23 meters long, weighs at least 20 kilograms, and may even reach 25 kilograms.

The thickest part of the blade is about three centimeters thick, and the cutting edge is a clamshell blade with a degree of more than thirty.

The thickness and the blade are just like an axe.

In other words, this is essentially a battle axe shaped like a long sword.

Ordinary swords and knives not only need to be sharp, but also tough, in order to prevent them from breaking during combat.

However, because the battle axe is thick and heavy enough that it is almost impossible to break, the requirement for toughness is much lower, and the hardness can be further increased during the forging process.

Do you even need to guess the outcome if you use this thing to clash with the Embroidered Spring Blade of the Imperial Guards?

Of course, ordinary people can't use this knife either.

This weight is already quite heavy for an ordinary martial artist to hold in their hands. To actually swing it would not only be extremely cumbersome and difficult to control, but it would also consume a great deal of physical strength, making it unusable in actual combat.

But for Lu Chen, none of these were problems.

The swords are held directly in the hand. Within a one-meter range where the psychic power does not diminish, the psychic power can completely lift the weight of about twenty kilograms, making the hands feel as light as if they were not there.

He continued to swing it a few more times with one hand, feeling no strain on his arm at all, just like wielding a brocade spring knife.

This is the right melee weapon for me!

Lu Chen held the knife in both hands and swung it forcefully down at a thick long table in the cell. As the blade cleaved down, his psychic power also changed its direction and superimposed on the downward slash.

The long table was easily split in two, without any hesitation.

As expected, with the aid of telekinesis, wielding this longsword was effortless and effortless for me.

But to the enemy, it would be like splitting Mount Hua in two.

"I'll take this knife."

Lu Chen casually stuck his long sword into the cell floor, then walked empty-handed to "Ghost's Sorrow," who was chained to the wall.

"You don't need to know who I am."

I'm quite curious, how do you manage to wield this long sword?

While asking the question, Lu Chen activated his telekinetic power, directly probing into the body of this notorious bandit.

Before interrogating the other party, Lu Chen had already ordered the nearby cells to be emptied and sent people to guard outside the cell, so there was no need to worry about this person revealing his secret.

Sure enough, as soon as his telekinetic energy touched the other person's skin, Lu Chen felt a noticeable resistance.

This time, the feeling was completely different from what I had felt from the man surnamed Xie. This resistance only slowed down the speed of the psychic power's advance, making it somewhat difficult, but it could not completely block the psychic power within a meter that had not diminished from being outside the skin.

"What are you doing to me?"

"Ghost's Sorrow" showed a terrified expression. At the same time, Lu Chen clearly felt an invisible force beneath the other's skin colliding with his own mental power.

This guy sensed it the moment his telekinetic energy broke through his skin barrier, and immediately used his internal energy to defend himself.

Two invisible forces began to clash beneath the surface of this person's skin.

Lu Chen gradually increased his strength, and the opponent's resistance also grew stronger. Occasionally, his mental power would surge forward, but it would soon be pushed back by the opponent's internal force.

This feeling... it's kind of familiar.

Lu Chen felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar, but what was it?

Before I traveled through time, I had seen many martial arts films and television dramas depicting scenes of two masters competing in internal energy!