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Chapter 1538 - 1531: Despicable Means

Chapter 1538: Chapter 1531: Despicable Means

Yalunte’s example demonstrates that even in the special environment of Otherworld, filled with magic and Magic, ordinary people can also challenge the world’s strongest forces through arduous effort.

Just like the East Prosperity Nine States, which venerates warriors, in the war of West Outer Heaven, the Military Generals of Dongsheng Empire were sold out by a powerless Civil Captain, and out of the generals who went on the campaign, barely one in ten survived.

The coordination among the three experts was perfectly synchronized in offense and defense, without any flaws being exposed. It might also be because it was the first time engaging in such battle that Feng seemed very excited. Although she was wearing a mask, Cheng Ziang could still feel that her cheeks must have flushed red by now.

Abandoning Magic and divine weapons, Feng fought an intense battle against the three using merely her swordsmanship. If she wanted to cheat, she only needed to switch the direction of her blade, and all three would be instantly defeated. However, she clearly enjoyed the process, constantly seeking opportunities to attack.

At this moment, she was no longer as composed as before but took the initiative in attacking, constantly striking to find an opportunity. Amid the clashing of blades, she unknowingly exchanged over a hundred rounds with the three.

Pojun looked on at the battle below with a sullen expression. Perhaps Cheng Ziang was unaware, but he knew very well that these three were elite external disciples of the Wuyun Sect, and all of them ranked within the top five.

Yet, such a formidable trio could not overcome a slender young girl. Her slim figure seemed to give her an advantage, making her movements extremely agile - still as a maiden, yet quick as a fleeing rabbit. Although she couldn’t effectively threaten the three, similarly, they could not do anything against her.

The battle was fiercely contested, and disciples of the Wuyun Sect who were witnessing this type of aggressive Western Continent swordsmanship for the first time couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement. To be frank, if it was them facing such attacks, they definitely would not be able to withstand it, as the angles and positions of the attacks were too tricky to completely defend against.

Cheng Ziang didn’t seem worried that Feng’s background would be exposed, as they had already openly admitted that they came from the Western Continent. Moreover, Feng’s swordsmanship wasn’t her only card. The magic contained within her, and the Yuanzi pistol strapped at her lower back; those were her real trump cards.

The battle continued for more than ten minutes, and even the three robust men inevitably began to feel weary. However, to their surprise, their opponent seemed utterly unaffected, her fighting will was high, and her attack speed hadn’t slowed much.

Actually, Feng was also forcing herself. After all, swordsmanship consumed physical strength, not magic. Without using magic, she could only rely on her physical strength. The magic contained within her couldn’t be converted into the physical strength she needed most at the moment.

Just when everyone thought the battle would end with all four combatants withdrawing at the same time, suddenly a chill gleam shot out from the crowd, heading straight for Feng.

Feng’s response was astonishing; she seemed utterly unflustered, sweeping aside the three assailants’ enclosure with a wide, sweeping cut. Then without looking back, she swiftly counter-stroked with her blade, and with a clang, the bolt shot towards her was directly deflected by her sword.

Immediately after, she unhesitatingly pulled out the Yuanzi pistol strapped on her lower back, aimed in the direction the bolt had come from, and fired.

Bang!!!

The Yuanzi pistol emitted a deafening boom, and the Yuanzi Group shot from the assailant’s head with great speed, collided in the distance, and then exploded violently, although on a small scale. These attackers were all external disciples, so even though the Yuanzi Group flew close to their scalps, it wasn’t attracted by their Dantian, as they didn’t possess one.

The assailant holding the hand-crossbow widened his eyes, his mouth agape and long unable to close it. He stared dumbfounded at Feng, and compared to his weak attack, Feng’s "gift" in return seemed overly generous.

The intense explosion drew everyone’s eyes, and the three external disciples also stopped attacking, standing somewhat at a loss at their original spot, staring in shock at Feng and the distant explosion.

"Hahahaha," unlike the dumbfounded crowd, Cheng Ziang, who had witnessed it all, inexplicably started to laugh.

Hearing his laugh, Pojun came back to his senses, grimly pointed at the attacker, and angrily shouted: "Catch him, who allowed him to launch a sneak attack!"

Having said that, he turned around, bowed with his hands in front, and said in a humble tone filled with guilt: "I’m extremely sorry, Manor Lord, it is my incompetence in management that has led to such scum."

"It doesn’t matter, attacks in themselves are also a tactic, aren’t they? It’s just that, it seems your attacks are somewhat feeble," Cheng Ziang waved his hand and said with a smile.

Of course, he was just saying it, how could he not care. So he deliberately used a sarcastic tone, apparently forgiving, but actually subtly mocking and threatening.

People stared blankly at Feng, only to see her calmly holster her gun, even spinning it twice before she put it away. Of course, ordinary people couldn’t do this, because she had already engaged the safety when she spun the gun, otherwise who knows where a shot might have ended up.

Then, she looked around and made sure there was no need to continue fighting, stylishly twirled her knife, and sheathed it. In one leap, she jumped several meters and landed directly behind Cheng Ziang on the high platform, quietly following him.

Being a cultivator, her series of maneuvers made the external disciples present envious. Although Feng is an expert of the Royal Dao, she seemed to know a little about everything, as such high jumps are usually an ability of the Yanxing Sect.

After a round of competition, Cheng Ziang had already roughly figured out these people’s capabilities. Although they were no match for cultivators, they were definitely among the best of ordinary people.

He did not know if all the external disciples of the Sects were that strong, but from their attacking methods, especially the sneak attacks, these people also did not seem as noble and upright as he had imagined.

"I will definitely punish the murderer severely and explain to the two Manor Lords, hoping that the two Manor Lords do not harbor any resentment because of this matter," Pojun continued his apologies.

"It doesn’t matter, this is an internal matter of your sect, and I have no way to interfere," Cheng Ziang shrugged his shoulders, his attitude seemingly ambiguous.

Just as they were preparing to leave this place and wander elsewhere, as soon as they turned around, they saw Dongliang Yu approaching hurriedly with his people, smiling as soon as he saw them.

"How are the two Manor Lords finding their stay in our sect?" Dongliang Yu seemed completely unaware of the commotion that had just occurred, and asked with a smiling and clasped hands.

"Not bad, the Wuyun Sect surely is a place where talents emerge in great number. Just these external disciples have been an eye-opener," Cheng Ziang responded with a smile, his words unclear whether they were praises or sarcasms.

He had a feeling that from the moment he stepped out of the room, Dongliang Yu had been silently observing their every move, which is why he appeared at such a peculiar time.

"The Manor Lords are too kind, the external disciples are the muscles of our sect, naturally, the stronger the better," Dongliang Yu said with a smile.

"Didn’t the Superior Lord have some arrangements?" Cheng Ziang asked subtly.

"Oh, I just finished those tasks, and it’s just in time to accompany you both. I apologize for the inconvenience, as internal affairs of the sect are complex and can sometimes cause neglect," Dongliang Yu said.

"That’s alright, if the Superior Lord is so respectful, it actually makes us feel uneasy," Cheng Ziang said politely.

"Would the two Manor Lords please enter the main hall and have a seat to talk freely?" Dongliang Yu asked, gesturing.

"Please lead the way," Cheng Ziang nodded.

Then, led by Dongliang Yu and a group of disciples, they ascended step by step to the main hall of the Wuyun Sect.

Being a hall for receiving guests, the building was very grand and imposing, making even Cheng Ziang emit a sound of admiration.

The two of them were seated under the guidance of Dongliang Yu. The main hall of the Wuyun Sect did not have cushions for kneeling, as they mainly sat on chairs, a cultural practice markedly different from that of the Ghost Race.

After taking their seats, disciples brought over tea and snacks. Even in a meeting like this, it was acceptable to eat and talk at the same time. However, Dongliang Yu seemed to still lack some consideration, as serving tea and snacks seemed a bit insulting because the two guests were wearing masks.

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