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"I noticed that the staff technique you just used was quite impressive, akin to the Jiao Long going out to sea. It seems to have some elements of Shaolin. May I ask which High Monk from Shaolin you learned it from?" Han Che inquired with a respectful gesture.
I chuckled, "There's no particular style to speak of; I merely picked up a few tricks while following a Yunyou Monk in the mountains."
My master had instructed me not to reveal his name, so I offered a half-truth as an excuse. Seeing my sincerity, Han Che chose not to press further.
I countered, "I find your swordsmanship quite exquisite as well. May I ask where you learned it?"
Han Che was open about his background, responding proudly, "My master is Yun He Dao Ren from Longhu Mountain." His pride was evident. Being new to this world, I had little understanding of the various factions.
As for Ruo Yu, my knowledge was even more limited.
I opened my mouth, intending to feign surprise, but ultimately decided against it and murmured, "I've never heard of him."
Han Che seemed ready to engage in polite conversation, but my response left him momentarily stunned. "My master, Yun He Dao Ren, is one of the elders of the Special Investigation Bureau. You haven't even heard of his name?"
I smirked and replied, "I just came down from the mountains; I wouldn't know about such things. Heh..."
Han Che looked at me as if I were a country bumpkin, his eyes reflecting the realization that I was merely a novice fresh out of obscurity.
In the eyes of these talented individuals from prestigious backgrounds, it must have been surprising that someone like me could achieve such a level of skill. Han Che's competitive spirit flared up, and he provocatively said, "Are you interested in having a match?"
I had initially felt some goodwill toward Han Che; he had decent skills and was quite handsome. However, now it seemed he had a rather condescending view of others.
I replied nonchalantly, "A match? What are we comparing?"
Han Che twirled his sword and declared, "Naturally, we shall see who has taken down more Nationals; the one with the higher count will be declared the winner!"
I raised an eyebrow and said, "A competition isn't out of the question, but just a simple contest seems dull. How about we add some stakes?"
It wasn't that I was being arrogant; I had seen Han Che struggle a bit under the siege of the cloaked figures. He clearly belonged to the academic type, and if it came down to theory, I would gladly concede. However, when it came to practical experience and killing, my background was certainly richer than his.
Given this, I had to seize this opportunity. If I didn't take advantage of him, it would be a shame considering those aluminum alloy peach blossom eyes of his.
Han Che pulled out a jade pendant from his pocket, strung on a red cord, its translucent hue indicating it was no ordinary item. "This is the Ning Xin Pendant my master gifted me. Wearing it helps maintain a calm mind and wards off evil."
He then shot me a sidelong glance as if to say, "If you can produce such a treasure, what do you have?"
I casually tossed out my Peach Wood Sword, its tip embedding itself in the ground. Han Che's eyes narrowed slightly; having grown up on Longhu Mountain, he had seen all sorts of treasures. With just a slight perception, he could tell that the aura of my Peach Wood Sword surpassed that of his Ning Xin Pendant.
Han Che scrutinized me again and remarked, "My master always said not to judge a book by its cover. It seems today I've misjudged you."
As we spoke, the cleanup work was coming to an end. Just then, a loud firework exploded in the air, bursting into dazzling colors.
Han Che pursed his lips and said, "Brothers who are seriously injured should stay put; the rest follow me to provide support."
I turned to Ruo Yu and asked, "Ruo Yu Brother, why don't you rest here? I'll come back for you shortly."
Ruo Yu shook his head. "I'm fine. I haven't done anything while hiding in the dense forest before. I didn't expect to encounter such events right after coming out; I must go take a look. Consider it part of my training."
Seeing Ruo Yu's determined expression, I decided not to insist further. Although I hadn't known him long, I could tell he was quite stubborn, often following Muffled Gourd around.
So Ruo Yu and I followed Han Che to the next battlefield.
Han Che led us cautiously toward the general direction of the arrows, our hearts racing with the fear of falling into an ambush. Finally, we pushed through a thicket and found our comrades engaged in fierce combat downstream by a creek.
The odds were still against us, but this time our allies were suffering greatly. By the time we arrived, only a handful remained steadfast in the center of the battlefield.
The black-robed figures surrounded them like cats playing with mice, slowly wearing down their strength.
At that moment, Han Che displayed remarkable calmness. With a single wave of his hand, he divided our group into two, signaling for them to flank from behind for a pincer attack.
Once our people reached their positions, I gestured for them to follow and whispered, “Let’s go!”
Then, like a gust of wind, I dashed toward the battlefield, with Han Che following closely behind. The black-robed figures, initially bewildered by our sudden appearance—three young fighters—quickly regained their composure and sent a few to confront us.
Did they underestimate us? They only sent three to block our path? Han Che and I exchanged a knowing smile before charging forward. The enemy hadn’t even grasped what was happening before they fell to the ground.
With a fierce shout, we plunged into the fray like two arrows piercing through the enemy's formation, scattering their ranks. Our comrades, previously encircled, saw us charge in like tigers descending from the mountains and roared in response, launching their counterattack.
Weapons have always been mightier in skilled hands. With my Ruyi Stick in hand, I carved a path through the chaos and joined forces with my beleaguered brothers.
Seeing my ferocity in battle, Han Che was not to be outdone. A flash of silver erupted as his sword became a reaper’s scythe, relentlessly claiming enemy necks.
Just then, our brothers who had been positioned for a surprise attack surged in from behind. With mutual support, the enemies who had once held the upper hand were suddenly thrown into disarray. Casualties mounted rapidly.
“Brothers, let’s kill them!” Han Che shouted.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The response was the resounding voice of a passionate young man, echoing through the air like a thunderclap.
The figures in black robes were no pushovers either; under such circumstances, they did not abandon their fight. Instead, they resorted to a desperate strategy of mutual destruction.
In their final moments, some bit off an ear from our brothers, others clawed at flesh, and some even took others down with them in explosions.
What was once a crystal-clear stream was suddenly stained red.
Blinded by rage, I aimed for lethal strikes. If I showed mercy, it would be my brothers who suffered. I shouted furiously, “Curse your ancestors!”
It was also because Ruo Yu had my back that I could fight without restraint. I knew I could trust him to protect me, even at the cost of his own life.
After a fierce battle, the last enemy fell beneath my staff. Following a brief silence, everyone erupted in joyous shouts and embraced their companions.
We won! We won!
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