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"This, this is!"
The pressure outside felt like a flood held back by a dam, though it was not yet unleashed, it seemed poised to erupt with destructive force at any moment.
This calm before the storm brought immense shock to the two individuals. If it felt this intense before things even got serious, the aftermath of the dam breaking was unimaginable!
"It’s... it’s as if the entire fortune of the club has been completely mobilized! The whole thing!" One began to realize that the other had effortlessly crushed the will of a certain member.
They had thought that was already the pinnacle of skill!
But before them!
It was as if the entire fortune of the club had been gathered here, directed towards Great Li, utilizing the very essence of the street itself!
They even suspected that being struck by this overwhelming force might lead to immediate brain death.
Could this be the other’s plan? To directly coerce them? To threaten a dam break if they disagreed?
“Cough, sorry, I didn’t want to use my artifacts, so the prelude might have taken a bit longer. Let’s get straight to the point now.” Yang Xiaoyou, who had raised his hand to guide this scene, now snapped his fingers with a hint of fatigue.
Boom!
The accumulated stance instantly collapsed! The other two were taken aback and seemed ready to brace themselves for an all-out defense.
However, what surprised them was that as the flood-like collapse surged forward with an irresistible will, it did not bring about the expected impact.
Instead, the entire room shattered like glass, with pieces rising from the ground and floating towards the Endless Void above!
After the broken fragments settled, a yellow-brown Gobi Desert gradually emerged, as if everyone were situated within a wooden cabin next door.
The wooden cabin had simply vanished into thin air!
As they gazed at the vast expanse of the Gobi Desert, the scorching heat was palpable against their skin. The hot wind, mixed with grains of sand, stung their faces painfully!
It was almost impossible for the two of them to believe their eyes!
"Well, I suppose I've lost quite a bit too. Just relying on my own efforts to get this far has been a tremendous strain. Alright, I won't keep you any longer. Are you convinced or not?"
After rubbing his temples, Yang Xiaoyou's voice carried a hint of fatigue, yet it resonated throughout the entire space.
It felt as if he were the sole master of this realm!
"This... indeed isn't something we can comprehend in terms of principles or techniques. It's even unheard of. Not even classical texts have recorded anything like this in history. However, I am quite thick-skinned," he continued.
He forced himself to suppress the overwhelming shock. Although he wanted to openly admit it, the thought of the price and effort required held back his resolute spirit, leaving him with a bitter smile.
"Alright then, it’s fine. My goal is to make you fully convinced; if you’re not convinced, that counts as my loss."
"Wait a moment, friend. If we’re talking about losses, that doesn’t count at all. How about I agree to help you get ten..." Before Yang Xiaoyou could finish his sentence, Wuweizi stepped forward immediately.
To be honest, he truly wanted to agree to the other’s request right away. Seeing such a 'miracle' before him seemed to reignite his purpose in life and gave him motivation to move forward. Unfortunately, the request was indeed beyond his capabilities.
"Hmm? Am I conceding right now? Well, perhaps you still don’t understand the current situation."
"This is my world."
"Everything here must adhere to my will."
"Including your words and actions."
As soon as the words left Yang Xiaoyou's mouth, he reached out towards Wuweizi in the void, his five fingers seemingly sealing him completely. The rest of Wuweizi's words came to an abrupt halt.
Then, a strange look, perhaps tinged with fear, crossed his face as he began to tremble. His mouth, which had suddenly closed tightly, slowly opened, and although his voice was slightly shaky, it was still clear enough to be heard.
"I... I concede."
This one-eighty turn of events caught the attention of the nearby Middle-Aged Taoist. To be honest, he had already thought that both of them had lost.
He even believed that Wuweizi would straightforwardly admit defeat. Hearing that he was still holding on made him somewhat admire this fellow's perseverance, while also feeling a bit resentful.
But now, seeing that he had clearly decided to refuse but suddenly changed his mind, it was completely incomprehensible.
Both were individuals with steadfast hearts; it would have been normal for them to agree from the start. However, after deciding on a response, suddenly reversing course was exceedingly strange.
Especially with Wuweizi's current expression and the words spoken by the other party—could it be...
Sure enough, as soon as Wuweizi admitted defeat and Yang Xiaoyou released him, the previously stiff expression on Wuweizi's face turned into one of shock.
"What... what was that just now?!"
"Seeing you speak insincerely made me bring your true feelings out. Tsk, you really know how to give me trouble." Yang Xiaoyou, who seemed like he wanted to say more, suddenly frowned. His face turned pale as he casually waved his hand, causing the entire desert to begin to crumble apart.
Although he had mobilized the entire venue's forces to assist him, the distance was simply too great; without direct contact with the magical artifact, the mental strain on him was truly immense.
At this point, reaching such a level was nearly his limit.
Even the old man's determination began to exceed his expectations, to the point where he almost had to sacrifice his only magical artifact to make up for it.
However, achieving this effect also brought a sense of satisfaction to Yang Xiaoyou.
What? Refusing to acknowledge the bet and directly going back on his word? After all, it was just a verbal agreement?
Oh, to be honest, Yang Xiaoyou actually hoped the other party would do just that. He didn't want them to really think of themselves as a philanthropist. With enough justification, if he didn't feel guilty, he might even save the effort of preparing the bargaining chips he initially intended to offer.
Admitting openly that entering the path of Slaughter was a clear warning signal; if one truly couldn't understand that, then there was nothing more to say.
"I concede! I have no choice but to concede! Truly convinced!" After a moment of daze, as if finally realizing the reality of the situation, Wuweizi spoke up with his own consciousness.
Having already made a promise meant there was no possibility of backing out. Thinking about the energy and cost he would need to expend later made him feel speechless; it was as if he would lose everything and end up selling himself into servitude.
"Since it's already been agreed upon, the old Daoist will keep his word. Fellow Daoist, you should wait for good news. Sigh, perhaps it's time for some adjustments," Wuweizi said after letting out a quiet sigh and adopting a gesture of sending off his guest.
Having received a promise from Wuweizi, Yang Xiaoyou had no intention of lingering around for free food. He stood up gracefully to take his leave. Upon learning that Dream Butterfly had swept away all the Weapons, one could imagine the immense pressure he felt. This was no longer just a matter of lacking materials; it was a situation where both sides were depleting each other's resources, forcing him to share the burden.
Although he felt somewhat guilty towards the old man, there was nothing else he could do but prioritize his own survival.
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