Chapter 4702 — Kang Jingming Makes His Entrance
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"Hahahaha! A pack of spineless cowards!" Scarface laughed in smug triumph and plopped himself down carelessly on a boulder behind him. The look he turned on the crowd was filled with contempt to the point of utter disdain: "Since no one dares make trouble anymore, hurry up and follow the rules. If even half a one of you still objects, I'll just kill you outright."
No one dared utter a sound. Duan Wuzong stood before them as a warning of what came before. Though there were many Nascent Soul experts present, those whose strength could match Duan Wuzong's were likely as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. If any of them dared stick their neck out now, they would end up dead beyond any doubt.
"What do we do?" Huo Yudie tugged lightly at Wei Zhao's sleeve. She reckoned her own strength was no worse than that Duan Wuzong's, but not by much either; against Scarface's Dragon-Tiger Killing Fist she would surely meet the same end. Where they went from here was for Wei Zhao to decide.
Wei Zhao was just about to speak when a disturbance suddenly arose somewhere behind them, not far off. Everyone turned as one to look, and then saw two figures slowly approaching. One glance and the corner of Wei Zhao's mouth curved into a hint of amusement. The newcomers were none other than two old acquaintances of his: Xu Lingchong and Kang Jingming.
There was nothing much to say about Xu Lingchong—aside from a now even more sinister, eccentric air, there was nothing remarkable about him. The focus of everyone's gaze at this moment was Kang Jingming. This gaudy show-off, decked out in intelligent armor and packing a laser cannon, had already drawn plenty of eyes before the trial even began, and naturally he drew attention now as well.
"Well, well, so many people—lively, isn't it?" Kang Jingming swaggered over, strutting like a peacock.
Because his strength had once been too weak, he had always had to play the meek little grandson. Now that he had a full set of high-tech gear, he was like a salted fish flipped over—he had plainly turned arrogant.
Apart from Xu Lingchong, his immediate superior, he did not take anyone seriously—not even Nascent Soul peak experts. Wherever he went, he carried himself with a swaggering, flaunting insolence.
Suddenly catching sight of such an oddly shaped thing, the murderous Scarface could not help but pause. He of course had no idea what a laser cannon or intelligent armor was, but by beast-like instinct alone, a faint wariness stirred in his heart.
Since Scarface did not speak first, the quail in the crowd he had cowed into trembling naturally did not dare make a sound either. At this moment a bald man standing behind Scarface stepped forward—a Nascent Soul peak expert, second only to Scarface in strength among their group.
"Hey, you freak-shaped brat—you want to go to the Million-Year Canyon, do you? Come on, hand over your heaven-and-earth treasures first, let Second Master here see if they're worth the weight. Otherwise, you'd best roll right back to wherever you came from and save yourself dying here!" The bald man laughed with a sinister cackle.
"Oh, I was wondering what this was about. Turns out there's a mountain bandit here collecting tolls!" Kang Jingming laughed it off with a hearty chuckle. Relying on his high-tech gear, he now looked down on everything; how could he take the likes of this in his eyes? He was just about to put on a grand display of his power with a cannon blast in front of all these people when the corner of his eye caught sight of Wei Zhao and Huo Yudie.
Kang Jingming instantly perked up. One of these two was the old rival who had made him eat dirt more times than he could count; the other was a beauty who made his mouth water. Even if it meant losing face before ten thousand people, it could not compare to the thrill of losing face once in front of these two! (To be continued…)