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Night, a Moonless Night with Strong Winds, the streets are deserted.
Only a few small shops remain open, their oil lamps casting a dim glow at the entrance. The shopkeeper, seemingly waiting for the last customer, wears a sleepy expression yet forces himself to stay awake, not knowing how long he must endure.
A young figure slowly walks along the silent street, his expression cold, his gaze constantly scanning the few remaining taverns.
This is the southern part of the city, much quieter compared to the bustling market in the city center.
"Come on! I toast to Old Zhang!"
Footsteps suddenly stop as he looks toward the source of the voice.
This is a fairly large tavern with three floors. While the ground floor's hall is still brightly lit, the other two floors are dark and quiet, likely leaving only this group of drinkers downstairs.
The ground floor is spacious enough to accommodate dozens of tables for banquets. Aside from some empty ones, a group of burly men is gathered around a table near the door and window, their voices loud as they gesture and drink. The earlier voice came from among them.
The young man steps lightly into the tavern, casually finding a place to sit down, seemingly intending to rest for a while without drawing anyone's attention.
At the counter, the boss dozes off; even amidst the thunderous shouts of these burly men, he manages to sleep soundly, let alone notice the new customer.
"Old Zhang, it's a bit wasteful to just kill that girl like that!" A robust man with a flushed face clearly has had too much to drink.
The one referred to as Old Zhang is a seventy-year-old man. Unlike this group of burly men, he sips his drink slowly, seemingly enjoying it.
"Oh?" The old man responds with an intrigued sound.
"Hehe, Old Zhang, you should know that most of us brothers are still single!" The burly man says with a grin.
"Yeah, yeah!" the others echoed in agreement.
"So what?" Elder Zhang took another sip, making a sizzling sound. He tilted his head and asked nonchalantly.
The burly man smacked his lips and leered, "That girl looks... oh man! She's something else! If we could have some fun with her, heh heh, it would really be worth it..."
Whoosh!
With a sharp sound, the burly man's voice abruptly stopped. His eyes widened in disbelief as he fell backward with a thud.
"Brother Seven, have you had too much to drink? Keep talking!" someone beside the burly man, also slightly tipsy, reached out to pull him.
"Yeah, you're making me all itchy inside, like a cat scratching me, hahaha!"
"Hahaha, Chen Zi, are you just pent up?"
"Go to hell! You're the one who's pent up!"
Everyone chimed in with laughter.
Smack!
Elder Zhang slammed his hand on the table, his expression serious as he coldly said, "Friends, I don't know which road you're traveling on, but how dare you lay hands on my brothers in front of me!"
Elder Zhang had also drunk a bit too much and was pulling out the old rhetoric he used back when he was a bandit.
The laughter was interrupted by Elder Zhang's words, and the crowd looked curiously in the direction of his gaze. In the corner across from them sat a figure with their head bowed, sipping tea. The person appeared quite slender, making it impossible to see their face or determine their age.
"Mom!"
The burly man who had just been knocked down was now being helped up, but a chopstick was stuck in his neck, with blood slowly dripping down along the chopstick.
"This... this..." The man stammered, seeing the gruesome sight of the burly man, and he felt a wave of fear wash over him. He had been sitting next to Brother Seven, and if that chopstick had tilted even slightly, it could have been his life on the line.
The old man glanced at him impatiently, seemingly displeased with his exaggerated reaction that only served to boost others' spirits.
"You must be Zhang Sen, right?" The figure across the table did not answer the old man's question but instead asked in return.
"That's right!" The old man nodded proudly. With alcohol coursing through him and having just harmed the Second Young Lady of the Leng Family, he was feeling quite pleased with himself.
"That's good." The young figure nodded and, at some point, had once again produced several chopsticks, which he was now spinning playfully in his hands.
"Since you dared to harm my brother, you won't escape death today," the old man said with a smug smile. "Heh heh, but I don't kill nameless people! Who are you? State your name!"
Hearing this, the young man smiled lightly and said softly, "Heh heh, what a coincidence; I also don't kill nameless people. But you don't need to know my name because the one who will die is definitely you."
The young man's calm demeanor made the old man feel somewhat embarrassed. During the earlier banquet, he had boasted to his brothers about how impressive he used to be and how people feared him.
"I don't have the mood to banter with you. Who exactly are you?" The old man's voice was hoarse as he pressed his finger lightly against the sturdy tabletop.
Sizzle...
Accompanied by a sizzling sound, his withered finger pressed effortlessly into the hard surface of the table as if it were tofu.
Once this ability was revealed, the group of burly men immediately cheered. They knew that while anyone could shatter the tabletop with a palm strike, concentrating their energy into a single finger to penetrate it like this was something no one else could achieve.
"Very well!" The young man nodded and scoffed, "Since you insist on this, I will grant you your wish and let you die with clarity."
"Heh heh, such an arrogant kid!" The old man chuckled strangely, not taking it seriously.
The crowd joined in laughter, recognizing the old man's identity. He was none other than the notorious Zhang Sen, the Brute Withered Heart Ghost who once dominated Spirit Martial Town!
Ignoring the mockery of the crowd, a confident smile appeared on the young man's lips as he lightly announced his name.
"Listen carefully, my name is Ye Tian!"
The arena fell silent for a moment before erupting into a roaring wave of laughter.
"Hahaha! Did this kid get kicked in the head by a donkey? Why does he act like he's so impressive?"
"Haha, yes! Ye Tian! Isn't that the kid the master had us capture? He’s come right to us!"
"Tsk tsk, what a piece of cake!"
"Brothers, let's see who can take this little brat's head first. The master has promised a generous reward; whoever can bring back Ye Tian's head will receive a Yellow-Level Eight-Rank Martial Arts manual!"
The big men’s eyes lit up with excitement, completely viewing Ye Tian's head as theirs for the taking.
It made sense; although Ye Tian had a notable reputation, he was merely a Seven-Section Warrior. With over thirty strong men on their side and Old Zhang overseeing them, no matter how capable he was, he wouldn't be able to escape!
"Haha, good! You are quite sensible to come here yourself; it saves me the trouble of searching for you," the old man laughed heartily, pleasantly surprised by this unexpected gift.
The young man smiled lightly and replied nonchalantly, "But I have been searching for you quite hard!"
Upon hearing this, Elder Zhang seemed to have misheard, turning his head to look around in disbelief, as if to say: Are you kidding me?
Seeing Elder Zhang's expression, Ye Tian was not angry. On the contrary, the more arrogant they became, the happier he felt, because the phrase "joy leads to sorrow" would soon be vividly demonstrated on them.
"Kid, are you going to end it yourself or should I help you?" Elder Zhang raised his chin, appearing to hold the power of life and death.
"I advise you to end it yourself; that way it will be quicker!" After a pause, Elder Zhang sneered.
Ye Tian also curled his lips into a mocking smile, mimicking Elder Zhang's tone and said, "What about you? Will you end it yourself or should I help you? But I won’t advise you because no matter what, I won’t make it easy for you!"
"Oh? This little thing is quite tough! I just wonder if your strength is as tough!" Elder Zhang's hoarse voice was filled with disdain.
"Haha, Elder Zhang, doesn’t this just validate that saying!" one of the guards flattered loudly, his sharp voice making it quite unpleasant to hear.
"Stubborn as a dead duck!" the other guards chimed in unison.
"Hahahahahaha!" With that, everyone burst into loud laughter.
"Sigh..." Ye Tian gently sighed and shook his head helplessly, saying, "You lot really have an instinctive 'Dog Eyes Look Down on People' mentality; it's quite tacit."
"Damn it! If we don't show you some real skills, you'll really think we’re pushovers?!" A burly man slammed his hand down in frustration, clearly losing patience with Ye Tian's banter.
The burly man had a strong and imposing presence; his loud shout was indeed powerful.
However, facing the intimidating figure, Ye Tian didn't even feel like looking at him. He rubbed his temples and stretched lazily, saying, "Since you don’t want to be a pushover, then I’ll oblige."
With that, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, a chopstick shot out like lightning.
Seeing this, the big man Ling Kong reached out and grabbed the chopsticks, which he held firmly in his hand.
"Heh heh, just a small trick..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden sharp pain shot through his palm, and then the chopsticks unexpectedly burst with immense power, forcing their way out of his grip. With a loud clang, they struck heavily against his yellow-stained front teeth.
The teeth flew out but shattered into pieces. However, the force of the chopsticks did not stop; they continued to pierce through the back of his head!
Buzz...
The chopsticks embedded themselves into the wall behind him, half of their length disappearing inside, while the end vibrated rapidly, producing a buzzing sound.
"Sorry, I didn't control my strength well enough; looks like you didn't even get a chance to drink your porridge..." Ye Tian rubbed his hand as if he had made an accidental mistake.
Upon witnessing this scene, everyone suddenly became more alert. Earlier, someone had been shot dead, and everyone had thought it was just an assassination. But this time...
"Brothers! Let's go together and take down this bastard!" Someone in the crowd shouted, followed by the sound of swords being drawn. Everyone wore expressions of shared enmity.
"Heh heh." Ye Tian sneered dismissively and beckoned to the crowd with his fingers, wearing an expression of calm indifference.
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