Chapter 4701 — The One Who Stuck His Neck Out
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"Of course. Scarface and his lot are few in number; deterrence is all that keeps so many people in check. If he lets this man set a precedent, think about it—would all these people here still be trembling and not daring to move? Once the situation spirals out of control, even someone of Scarface's strength couldn't hope to contain it, and then his reign as the local tyrant would be a complete failure," Wei Zhao analyzed.
"Then what will he do?" Huo Yudie asked thoughtfully.
"Naturally, he'll destroy this Duan Wuzong with the force of a thunderbolt. So long as he can establish his authority in one stroke, no one here will dare defy him again—they'll submit meekly to being picked clean." Wei Zhao smiled faintly. As he spoke, though, he left himself out of the reckoning: a peak expert of the early Xuan Sheng stage was an incomparable deterrent to others, but never forget that he had killed a Xuan Sheng cultivator long before this—and with a single strike, at that.
Scarface had no sooner heard Wei Zhao's words than he made his decision. He threw back his head and laughed. "Hahahaha! I've held this place for so many years, and precious few have ever dared threaten me to my face. You've got some nerve, fellow named Duan. A pity you've miscalculated—threaten me? Hmph. Do I look like the sort of coward who's afraid of threats?"
With that, Scarface let out a sudden long cry and struck without hesitation.
Duan Wuzong was aghast. He had stepped forward not to fight Scarface head-on, but simply to make the man think him not worth provoking—so that he would back off. Who could have imagined the other would dismiss him with utter contempt? Now he was stuck straddling a tiger and unable to get off; there was nothing for it but to grit his teeth and meet the attack.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Amid a burst of piercing metallic clashes, a host of divine weapons and sharp blades suddenly flickered into being around Duan Wuzong—sabers, spears, swords, halberds, one of every kind, thirteen in all by a rough count. How he carried them on his person was anyone's guess. All of them hovered around him, a formation to strike awe into any onlooker.
A wave of sharp intakes of breath swept the crowd. Though the fight had not yet truly begun, this Duan Wuzong was formidable indeed—by the look of it, he could control thirteen weapons at once, which was simply inconceivable. Against an ordinary expert, wouldn't he have them beaten to death by these blades in no time at all?
"I've long heard that the martial techniques of the Thousand Blades Sect of Nakajima are in a class of their own—that the stronger a disciple of the sect, the more blades he can command, until at the limit he might unleash a thousand blades at once. Seeing it today, the reputation is well earned," Huo Yudie sighed.
"Heh. It is rather interesting," Wei Zhao said, unable to suppress his interest at the sight. He had seen all manner of experts before, not a few of them practitioners of strange and cunning arts, but this was the first time he had seen anyone command a dozen-odd weapons at once.
"I'll say this one last time—let me pass, and there need be no trouble between us. Otherwise, when things descend into chaos, with so many people here, the situation will be beyond your control!" Unless there was no other way, Duan Wuzong still did not wish to draw his blade.
Though he was fully confident in his own strength, to claim he could truly defeat a peak expert of the early Xuan Sheng stage was plainly a fool's dream! (To be continued.)