#334 - Formal fight with the third level realm
A young man in his twenties suddenly launched a surprise attack on an old comrade.
In his past life, a Master Ma had encountered such an ungentlemanly act and suffered greatly.
However, strictly speaking, Wei Changtian couldn't be considered "ungentlemanly" yet, as the two sides had already adopted a fighting stance.
But even if it were a real sneak attack, Wei Changtian wouldn't have any psychological burden.
In his opinion, the "turn-based combat" seen in TV dramas in his previous life, where each person announces their move before executing it, was just idiotic.
When fighting, one should use any means necessary, with the ultimate goal being "victory."
Whether the process is fair or just is not important at all.
For example, right now, taking the initiative did give him a certain advantage.
“Swoosh!!”
Forty-nine long blades, carrying immense power, had already slashed towards the fat man, each blade carrying the desolate "Return to Dust" sword intent.
Due to the close distance, the latter didn't have time to react much and could only barely mobilize the sand swords around him in an attempt to block them.
Then...
“Boom!!!”
Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, several sand swords shattered, turning back into yellow sand that rose several feet into the air.
“Swish!”
The fat body retreated violently in this sky-filled yellow sand, and although there were several tears in his wide robe, he was not injured.
At this moment, he could confirm that Wei Changtian was indeed only at the fifth rank, but he didn't understand why the other party could unleash such a powerful attack.
This move, except for martial artists of the upper three ranks, absolutely no one could block it!
So who exactly is this person?
Why had he never heard of such a talented young junior in Da Feng?
Could it be that he is not from Da Feng?
Wait!
Suddenly, a message he had just heard not long ago flashed through his mind.
Wei Changtian, the only son of the Wei family of Da Ning, killed a third-rank deputy general with one move outside Yuanzhou City...
This!
The fat man suddenly widened his eyes, trying to take a closer look at Wei Changtian's appearance through the sand and dust.
But before he could see that handsome face again, he saw another huge golden light already close at hand.
“You villain!!”
“You are going too far!!!”
“Boom!”
“Bang bang bang!”
“Clang clang clang!”
Outside the Dragon Gate Inn, Wei Changtian and the fat man were engaged in a fierce battle, fighting happily.
Inside the inn's lobby, Old Zhangtou was being tightly "protected" in a corner by seven or eight bandits, unaware of what was happening outside.
He wanted to look out the window, but the windows facing the front yard were already blocked by dozens of onlookers, so he could only hear the sounds coming from outside.
But it was just these sounds...
“Huh? Why does the person speaking sound so much like that wicked disciple?” Old Zhangtou muttered to himself in confusion.
The young bandit next to him immediately asked, “Senior, what did you say?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Bang!!”
Old Zhangtou didn't finish his sentence, because the inn door was suddenly kicked open at this moment.
Everyone in the room immediately turned their gaze over, and then saw dozens of constables holding long sabers rushing in, pausing only briefly at the door before rushing towards Old Zhangtou's side.
“...”
Various shouts instantly echoed throughout the lobby, and a group of constables almost instantly surrounded Old Zhangtou and the seven or eight bandits, but they didn't immediately attack.
Judging from their shouts, they were probably worried about the bandits taking hostages?
“You have nowhere to escape!”
A leading constable said in a deep voice to the dumbfounded bandits, “Hand over Senior Zhang, and I can guarantee you won't die!”
“...”
The incident happened suddenly, and the bandits hadn't recovered for a moment, but the young man seemed to have thought of something and immediately asked loudly:
“Sir, may I ask if the person outside is Wei Changtian, Young Master Wei?”
“Hmm?”
The leading constable narrowed his eyes, slowly placing his hand on the hilt of his saber: “You know quite a bit.”
“Uh...”
The young bandit immediately understood what was going on, but he knew that his explanation would inevitably lack persuasiveness, so he looked at Old Zhangtou with a wry smile.
The latter had also reacted at this time, knowing that Wei Changtian had brought people to pick him up.
Hmph! This wicked disciple is making such a big commotion, not knowing how to be low-key!
But occasionally being high-profile seems not bad.
His few remaining eyebrows raised slightly, and the familiar look of arrogance reappeared on his face.
“Ahem.”
Taking a step calmly, Old Zhangtou shook his sleeves with the demeanor of an expert in everyone's gaze.
“This is a misunderstanding.”
“...”
A dozen breaths later.
With Old Zhangtou personally explaining, this misunderstanding was quickly resolved completely.
After all, it wasn't a complicated matter to begin with.
However, although the matter inside the inn was resolved, the fighting outside was still in full swing.
In order to prevent Wei Changtian from being in danger if the fight continued, the constable leader quickly came to Old Zhangtou and said in a low voice:
“Senior Zhang, Young Master Wei is still fighting with Shopkeeper Huang outside, what do you think?”
“Hmph!”
Although Old Zhangtou was very surprised that Wei Changtian could actually fight back and forth with a third-rank expert, his tone was still quite disdainful.
“Actually, using this opportunity to hone him is not necessarily a bad thing, but the other party is after all two realms higher than him... Forget it, I will order him to stop.”
“Yes, yes, yes, it's all because we are incompetent and unable to protect the young master completely...”
The constable leader quickly nodded repeatedly, wishing he could personally carry Old Zhangtou outside.
But fortunately, it wasn't far from here to the door, so even if Old Zhangtou walked slowly, he would be out of the house in a few breaths.
At this time, Wei Changtian and the fat man had exchanged no less than a hundred moves.
As for the battle situation, it was similar to what was expected. Although Wei Changtian didn't have the hard power to defeat the upper three ranks, he could barely fight back and forth with the other party.
But as time went on, he was obviously more and more at a disadvantage.
“Bang!!”
“Stop!”
Catching another move from the fat man, Wei Changtian retreated seven or eight steps, and at the same time shouted shamelessly: “I'm not fighting anymore!”
Huh?
Can it be like this??
The fat man, who was full of anger, was stunned when he heard this, and wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue.
But when he thought of Wei Changtian's identity that he had guessed before, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart again, and prepared to give the other party a lesson and then stop.
“You can stop fighting, but take my last move!”
“Boom!”
As he waved his palm, dozens of sand swords immediately gathered into a sand stream and crashed towards Wei Changtian overwhelmingly.
Damn!
Sand Waterfall Burial???
Wei Changtian stared dumbfounded at the sky-covering sand curtain in front of him, gritted his teeth and waved the Leaking Shadow in his hand again, finally using the move he had never used just now.
Moon Picking Sword Technique, Pure Green Realm—
Cloud Opening!
“Swoosh!!”
A huge gap was suddenly torn open in the sand curtain, and the speed of the forty-nine long blades slowed down slightly, but they still slashed straight at the fat man.
The latter didn't care too much at the moment, but was somewhat surprised by the sharpness of Wei Changtian's move.
But at this moment, Old Zhangtou, who also saw this scene, instantly widened his eyes and subconsciously shouted angrily:
“Retreat!!!”
