Chapter 4700 — The One Who Stuck His Neck Out
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"You don't think much of his chances?" Huo Yudie asked, curious despite herself. In her view, this man was very strong. Just as he himself had said, if it really came to a fight, even if it did not end in mutual destruction, it would certainly cause Scarface no small trouble—and with Scarface wary, he might actually let him off.
"Of course. Scarface and his people are few in number. They hold down so many people purely through intimidation. If he sets this precedent, just think—would all these people here still be trembling and not daring to move as they are now? Once the situation spirals out of control, even Scarface's strength won't be enough to rein it in, and then his reign as the local mountain king will have failed utterly," Wei Zhao analyzed.
"Then what will he do?" Huo Yudie asked thoughtfully.
"Naturally, he'll crush 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 resist him again—they'll all obediently submit to being plucked clean." Wei Zhao smiled faintly. As he spoke, though, he set himself aside entirely. A peak expert of the early Xuan Sheng stage was an unmatched deterrent to others, but one had to remember that long before this, he had already killed a Xuan Sheng cultivator—and with a single strike.
Wei Zhao had scarcely finished speaking when Scarface indeed made his decision. He threw back his head and laughed. "Hahahaha, I've held this place for so many years, and there really have been precious few who dared come threaten me to my face. You've got some nerve, Duan. Too bad you've miscalculated. Threaten me? Hmph—do I look like the sort of coward who's afraid of threats?"
With that, Scarface gave a sudden long cry and struck with ruthless force.
Duan Wuzong was greatly alarmed at the sight. He had stepped forward not to fight Scarface head-on, but simply to make the man feel that he was not to be provoked, and so retreat at the sight of difficulty. Who could have imagined that the other would dismiss him with utter contempt? Now he found himself astride a tiger he could not dismount. There was no help for it—he could only grit his teeth and choose to meet the attack.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Accompanied by a burst of shrill metallic clashing, a host of divine weapons suddenly flashed into being around Duan Wuzong—blades, spears, swords, halberds, every kind imaginable, thirteen pieces in all by a careful count. How he carried them all on his person was anyone's guess. Every one of them hovered around him, and the formation was quite astonishing.
A collective gasp swept the scene. Though no true exchange had yet begun, this Duan Wuzong was indeed formidable. From the look of this display, he could control thirteen weapons at once—truly beyond belief. If an ordinary expert faced him, would they not be beaten to death in short order by these weapons swarming them on all sides?
"I've long heard that the martial techniques of the Nakajima Thousand Blades Sect are unique in the world. They say the stronger a Thousand Blades disciple grows, the more blades he can control—and at the limit, he might even bring a thousand blades to bear at once. Seeing it today, the reputation is well deserved," Huo Yudie sighed.
"Heh, it is rather interesting," Wei Zhao said, his interest piqued as well. He had seen no end of experts of every description before this, not a few of them practitioners of strange and unorthodox paths—but this was the first time he had seen anyone control a dozen-odd weapons all at once.
"I'll say this one last time: let me pass, and we'll have no trouble between us. Otherwise, when the situation turns chaotic in a moment, with so many people here, it won't be within your power to control it!" Unless absolutely forced, Duan Wuzong still did not wish to draw his blade.