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Clang clang!
The sound of unsheathing blades echoed continuously as the guards of the Xu Family drew their swords, their expressions resembling those of hunters locking onto their prey, all fixated on Ye Tian.
Upon hearing the clamor, the innkeeper finally woke up in a panic. With a face full of fear, he rushed forward, bowing repeatedly and saying, "Gentlemen, my humble establishment has little profit to spare, and we cannot withstand your troubles. Please, let today’s tab be on me; I beg you!"
"Stop the damn whining!" a burly man shouted as he shoved the innkeeper to the ground. "We don't want to make a move, but that kid isn't cooperating. If you want to blame someone, blame him!"
Following the man's gaze, the innkeeper saw a frail-looking boy of about sixteen or seventeen sitting at a corner table. The boy seemed so weak that he probably couldn't withstand even a single punch from this group.
Imagining the scene of the boy's bones breaking from a punch made the innkeeper wince. He crawled over to Ye Tian and whispered, "Young man, just cooperate with them. Do you know who they are? They are from the Xu Family!"
Furrowing his brow, Ye Tian glanced at the old man and thought to himself, "So they really are from the Xu Family?"
Although he had suspected it already, hearing the innkeeper confirm it still surprised him. Why would the Xu Family know about Cold Yang's whereabouts?
"Brothers, be quick and efficient; finish him off before the food gets cold—it won't taste good then," Zhang Lao said as he moved a large chair over and leisurely sat down, taking a sip from his teacup with an impatient expression.
"Just watch, Zhang Lao!"
"Zhang Lao, you enjoy your tea; we'll take care of this kid in no time."
The group of burly men spoke one after another, treating Ye Tian like fish on a chopping board.
These men were riding high on confidence after their previous success. During their ambush on Cold Yang in the Heavenly Shadow Mountain Range, they had worked seamlessly together without even needing Zhang Lao to intervene; they had forced Cold Yang into a desperate situation.
Cold Yang What kind of person is that? He is a well-known young talent in Spirit Martial Town, second only to Wang Weiyang, the top junior of the Cold Family!
And what about this kid in front of us? Although he made quite a splash at the Martial Arts Selection Tournament, he is only at the seventh stage of Warrior Definition. Can he really be stronger than Cold Yang?
With such thoughts in their minds, everyone dismissed Ye Tian, eagerly rubbing their fists, just waiting to take Ye Tian's head back to Xu Family for a reward.
Seeing the fierce expressions on this group of people, the Innkeeper knew he couldn't stop them and could only sigh in despair, hurriedly hiding in a safe place.
"Kill!"
With a loud shout, the blade suddenly gleamed, slicing through the air towards Ye Tian.
Raising his neck slightly, a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth. Facing the fierce Swordsmanship, Ye Tian didn't even bother to dodge.
With a calm smile on his face, he treated the group of burly men as if they were invisible, lifting his teacup and gesturing politely towards Elder Zhang, who was leisurely sipping tea nearby.
Elder Zhang's eyes twitched slightly, secretly mocking him in his heart: "Kid, still acting arrogant when death is imminent!"
In an instant, several sharp blades were already slashing towards him, glinting ominously under the oil lamp in the hall.
"Hehe..."
Ye Tian chuckled softly, his hand holding the teacup slowly bringing it to his mouth. Meanwhile, his other hand suddenly shot out; with a sweep of his palm, a massive vortex of elemental power appeared!
A violent suction force erupted, crazily tearing apart everything in the hall.
The sound of clattering filled the air as teacups, teapots, wine glasses, wine jars, tables, chairs—everything movable was drawn toward the center by that vortex.
Of course, that group of big men was no exception. The sharp blades in their hands clanged loudly as they shook their heads and tails, trying to break free.
Several of the big men who had already approached Ye Tian were also taken aback; their robust bodies were pulled into the vortex like dry grass in the wind, utterly defenseless.
Whoosh!
The whispers grew louder as the vortex of energy expanded rapidly, reaching a diameter of ten feet in the blink of an eye. The suction was relentless, resembling a black hole.
Buzzing...
The Steel Blades trembled and emitted a humming sound. The arms of the big men went numb as they desperately tried to control their Steel Blades. Yet, under that somewhat perverse suction, their bodies were gradually being pulled into the vortex.
Zhang Lao's expression turned cold; only then did he begin to take Ye Tian seriously. Shocked, he thought, "As far as I know, this Vortex Profound Skill is merely a Yellow Rank Five technique. How can it exert such power in his hands?"
Whoosh!
With a sharp sound, someone finally lost control; the Steel Blade slipped from their grasp and was drawn away by the vortex like an arrow.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Where there was one, there would be more. In an instant, several more big men lost control, and their Steel Blades shot out.
The few big men previously trapped by the Vortex Profound Skill were filled with fear. Their strong desire to survive made them struggle and twist desperately, trying to escape from the center of the vortex. However, under such immense suction, there was no chance at all.
"Ah ah ah!"
With several screams, the Steel Blades pierced through their bodies, blood gushing forth as those big men collapsed instantly.
A drop of fresh blood splashed into Zhang Lao's tea bowl.
Ye Tian had not even stood up, yet he had suppressed over thirty of his own brothers, rendering them unable to move, and even injured a few. This situation was a stark contrast to the earlier dismissive attitude, effectively delivering a hard slap to Zhang Lao's face!
Zhang Lao's lips twitched violently as he suddenly stood up. The withered figure seemed to swell with power in an instant, and a strong surge of energy erupted, pushing back against the force that was drawing him in.
"What? Didn't enjoy your drink?" Ye Tian mocked coldly at the furious Zhang Lao.
"Go to hell!" Zhang Lao had lost the calm demeanor he previously held while watching the show. He cursed loudly and pointed at Ye Tian with his finger, unleashing a beam of black light toward him.
The Withered Heart Ghost, Zhang Sen, personally taking action was not something this group of trash could compare to. Ye Tian's expression tightened as he controlled the Vortex Profound Skill, his palm swiftly retreating to defend. In a flash of light, the Golden Bagua appeared before him.
Bang!
The black light crashed violently against the Golden Bagua, producing a muffled sound. The powerful energy trembled fiercely, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.
"Oh no! Oh dear!"
As the Vortex Profound Skill suddenly dissipated, the group of burly men who were desperately resisting the pulling force fell over in disarray. Nearly thirty men toppled backward simultaneously, creating a spectacular scene.
"A bunch of useless fools!"
Zhang Lao glared at his subordinates who had fallen without even touching their opponent. He trembled with rage, his shriveled old face contorting in anger.
Under Zhang Lao's scolding, the group of men felt ashamed. Their earlier underestimation of Ye Tian had led to this embarrassing defeat.
"Brothers, let's go, chop him to death!" Someone shouted first, swinging their knife again.
Seeing this, everyone hurriedly got up, their eyes fierce as if they wanted to tear Ye Tian apart.
"Raging Gale Blade Technique!"
"Tiger Slashing Blade Technique!"
Various swordsmanship techniques were shouted from their mouths, and streams of Blade Qi surged forward. After putting aside their contempt, the true strength of these men was not weak at all.
Ye Tian finally stood up, letting out a loud shout as golden light flickered around him. The Bagua Xuan Yuan Shield protected his vital points, and he moved like a Spirit Swallow, gracefully landing in the arena.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sharp blades tore through the air, slashing towards Ye Tian's body.
His pupils constricted, and electric light surged in his palm; the real battle was just beginning!
Dodging a wild slash that came at him, Ye Tian took the opportunity to counterattack. Blue electric light flickered unpredictably as he struck a large man with his palm.
"Ah!"
Accompanied by a scream of agony, the large man's figure flew backward and crashed heavily against the wall, clearly unable to survive.
The others merely glanced at their fallen comrade with peripheral vision before charging forward again.
These men were personally trained by Zhang Lao. Although their strength was not particularly formidable, they were organized in both offense and defense, and would not be thrown into disarray just because one person had died.
"You few attack the three routes above, you few attack the three routes below, and you, provide cover!" Elder Zhang stood with his hands behind his back, continuously directing.
Upon hearing Elder Zhang's commands, several burly men who were initially ready to charge with their knives immediately shifted to a defensive stance.
Ye Tian furrowed his brow; under Elder Zhang's command, this group had clearly increased their combat effectiveness by more than one level.
"No wonder Brother Yang was defeated by them! They are indeed quite formidable!"
Whoosh!
A gust of wind rushed from behind, and Ye Tian quickly turned his head, narrowly dodging a fierce blade that sliced a round table in half.
Regaining his composure, he realized that facing such a highly skilled team in real combat required complete focus; any distraction could lead to dire consequences.
Thinking this, Ye Tian concentrated on the battle, not daring to be careless for even a moment.
Figures darted across the field, blades flashing as they fought fiercely.
The clanging sounds echoed continuously. With the enemy outnumbering him, Ye Tian inevitably took some hits. However, most of them were only at the level of Three-Stage Warriors. Although their swordsmanship was fierce, striking against the Bagua Xuan Yuan Shield did not inflict any substantial damage on Ye Tian.
Even so, the Golden Bagua had dimmed slightly.
"This group is well-trained and adept at both offense and defense. They have now taken me seriously; it will be difficult to find any openings," Ye Tian sighed inwardly. "If this drags on, signs of exhaustion will surely appear sooner or later!"
Bang!
With the sound of thunder, after Ye Tian took down another opponent, his gaze suddenly shifted to Elder Zhang, who was skirting around the battlefield.
"The so-called 'Shoot the Horse Before the Man, Capture the Leader Before the Thief!'"
This phrase flashed rapidly through Ye Tian's mind. As long as he could kill Elder Zhang, this group without a leader would pose no threat to him!
At this moment, Elder Zhang's sinister gaze was also directed at him. The two gazes clashed, seemingly igniting an invisible spark.
"Vortex Profound Skill!"
Ye Tian shouted loudly, and the Vortex Profound Skill reappeared in his palm.
The group of strong men had suffered from the Vortex Profound Skill before, and they all retreated in unison, creating a large open space in the arena.
"Die!"
With a slight smirk, the Vortex Profound Skill had not fully formed before it dissipated, while Ye Tian's figure flickered and became somewhat blurred at that moment.
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