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"Now, what do you have to say?" Ronnie said, his eyes sharp as a hawk, fixed on Jiang Chen with a calm demeanor that he found unsettling. No one had ever dared to remain so composed in his presence.
What frustrated him even more was that the might of his sword did not intimidate Jiang Chen at all. Jiang Chen stood there, hands behind his back, exuding an air of tranquility. Liu Zhi and Liang Hong, standing beside him, were frozen in place, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief.
The atmosphere grew tense, as if the air itself had thickened; everyone's breath seemed to halt as they stared intently at Jiang Chen.
"Your skills are not worth flaunting in front of me. I want to see the mastermind behind this game; bring him to me," Jiang Chen stated, his tone still unruffled.
His voice was soft yet resonated clearly in everyone's ears. To be honest, Jiang Chen wasn't here for murder. The old man had lived long enough; even if Jiang Chen spared him, he wouldn't have many years left. However, if he proved ungrateful, Jiang Chen would crush him like an ant underfoot. After all, stepping on an ant required little effort; it depended solely on Jiang Chen's mood—whether he wanted to step or not.
Master Ronnie glared at Jiang Chen, so furious he could almost smoke. What kind of attitude was this?
"Are you blind? If I had used a bit more strength earlier, you would have been sliced in half by my sword energy," Master Ronnie shouted angrily, frustrated by Jiang Chen's lack of respect.
Jiang Chen merely smiled faintly; it seemed people only realized the gravity of their situation when it was too late. He took a step forward towards Master Ronnie.
Master Ronnie was infuriated and cursed Jiang Chen as a madman. He had never encountered such an unreasonable young man before.
"Since you're seeking death, I'll grant your wish," Master Ronnie roared, his white hair standing on end with rage. As he saw Jiang Chen approach, he raised his sword and swung it down.
The Knight's Sword glimmered with light, containing a fierce sword energy that stirred up a gust of wind. The onlookers instinctively lowered their heads, unable to bear the sight; if that sword struck down, Jiang Chen would surely be cleaved in two—how terrifying!
Ronnie did not use his full strength; after all, he was a master of the Divine Realm and held his pride. Dealing with a young man was akin to killing a chicken—no need for heavy artillery.
As the sword descended, Ronnie's gaze remained cold and indifferent. "To die by my hand would be worth it for you," he said disdainfully, adopting an air of superiority.
"Clang!"
At the moment the sword fell, Jiang Chen suddenly reached out and pinched the blade between his middle and index fingers. With a slight exertion of force, the sword snapped in half.
Master Ronnie stumbled back slightly; shock replaced his previously haughty expression. His Knight's Sword may not have been a legendary weapon but was incredibly resilient—capable of cutting through ordinary stone and even steel with its sword energy. Yet now it lay broken between Jiang Chen's fingers.
Even though he saw it with his own eyes, Master Ronnie found it hard to believe.
His first instinct was to suspect that the sword was faulty.
The sound of the sword breaking caught the attention of those who had lowered their heads in shame, and everyone looked up in unison.
To their surprise, there was no expected scene of bloodshed; instead, they saw Jiang Chen standing casually, one hand behind his back and the other holding a broken sword fragment with ease.
The crowd was dumbfounded, staring blankly.
“How… how is this possible?” Master Ronnie stammered.
“What’s impossible about it? I’ve already told you, your strength is insignificant in my eyes,” Jiang Chen replied coolly. With a casual flick of his fingers, he sent the tip of the sword flying towards a stone wall.
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