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The night was desolate as water.
In the midsummer night, it was as melodious as a lingering song.
However, the song beneath the night was cold as December offended by snow.
Jufeng calmly looked at Shi Jin, who also gazed back at him with equal calmness. Surrounding them were hundreds of eyes watching intently, and above them hung a Crescent Moon silently observing.
No one spoke, yet the Azure Wind Antelope slowly gathered towards the vehicle where Jufeng and Tong Bailong were, weapons raised in a unified stance, palms slightly sweating around their grips.
Tong Bailong had somehow acquired two weapons: one was a gleaming Mountain-Cleaving Blade, significantly broader than what an ordinary person would wield; the other was a slender Tachi, a trophy Jufeng had picked up from the Yamamoto Clan in Tong City.
The Tachi was not suited for chaotic battles but rather for a duel between two masters without outside interference.
By choosing the Tachi tonight, Jufeng intended to resolve the impending crisis through a one-on-one confrontation.
Slowly, Jufeng took the Tachi from Tong Bailong's hands.
With a single movement, the entire crowd of the United Heart Association stirred, the sound of weapons scraping against palms and clothes brushing against each other filled the air. Each sound should have been faint, yet when combined with hundreds of others, it became remarkably loud.
There is an old saying in Huaguo that goes: "One person's spit can drown another."
In times when crowds were overwhelming, this saying was used for self-deprecation to relieve pressure.
Now, Jufeng faced such a situation.
A scenario where one person wielded a blade.
Among the crowd, Shi Jin remained unperturbed by Jufeng's action of drawing his weapon. He did not relax his vigilance and stood still like a mountain amidst the throng.
His prestige within the United Heart Association was unmatched; in terms of sheer martial prowess, no one could rival him.
He was hailed as the God of War for the United Heart Association. In battles he participated in, the United Heart Association rarely took a step back, earning him the title of the Stabilizing Force of the United Heart Association.
He didn’t need to do anything else; just his presence alone could reassure the members of the United Heart Association.
He looked at Jufeng, feeling that he should say something before the fighting began. So he spoke.
“If you get hurt here tonight, will you hate me? I know you wouldn’t abandon your Brothers and run away, so it’s destined that a lot of blood will be shed tonight. Every drop of blood represents a grudge; you must hate me for that.”
Shi Jin was right, as he understood Jufeng's character well. He was a leader who always took the initiative and preferred to handle matters personally. In battles he joined, unless there was a significant advantage, he would never stand idly by.
Of course, Shi Jin had a deeper reason for saying this; he genuinely feared that Jufeng might suddenly change his mind and recklessly flee tonight. If that happened, merely killing some Azure Wind Antelopes would not satisfy him; he didn’t want to leave any regrets behind.
A good plan should account for both the beginning and the end; he didn’t want it to be lacking in any way.
Jufeng stopped smiling. He understood Shi Jin's concerns and replied, “Why worry about such things? My character is somewhat commendable. Even bad people have their merits; they tend to hold stubborn views on certain matters. Tonight, I will stay with you until the end.”
With that, Jufeng took a step forward. Yet, though it seemed like just one step, it felt as if he had leaped ten steps ahead, moving from atop the high vehicle directly to five meters in front of its rear end, causing those around him to gasp in astonishment.
Hundreds of eyes were fixed on him, without any signs of jumping or gathering momentum—just a simple step like anyone else's: one foot lifted lightly and then gently set down. But why did it land there?
The members of the United Heart Association in the front row rubbed their eyes, seemingly convinced that their vision was deceiving them.
Shi Jin's gaze gradually sharpened, an unusual heat appearing in his eyes—like an archaeologist discovering an ancient tomb.
He smiled lightly and murmured, “Interesting, truly interesting.”
Earlier, Jufeng had shared a similar sentiment about Shi Jin, finding not only his name intriguing but also his approach to tasks.
Now, Shi Jin returned the evaluation, not knowing whether it was out of imitation or for some other reason.
Jufeng took a step forward and stood there, not continuing to move, while Tong Bailong and Azure Wind Antelope arrived behind him.
Suddenly, he remembered something interesting and asked, "I hear you have Nine Worms on you; I wonder where you’ve hidden them."
Dragons and worms may sound similar, but their meanings are worlds apart.
The members of the United Heart Association glared at Jufeng upon hearing their idol being mocked, their eyes widening in indignation.
It was already a glare, but now their pupils were even more pronounced.
Shi Jin, however, did not easily get angry; instead, he seriously answered Jufeng's question.
"On my chest. It's rare for Feng Shao to take such an interest in my tattoo."
Jufeng shrugged and said playfully, "For things one has never seen before, there will always be a hint of curiosity. In my time in the Underworld, I've yet to see anyone tattoo worms on themselves. Brother Shi truly lives up to his name; what an interesting taste."
The conversation seemed difficult to continue because discussions involving personal attacks are quite dull, and Jufeng appeared quite bored.
Suddenly, a soft gasp came from the crowd of the United Heart Association.
On this summer night, a few out-of-place butterflies unexpectedly entered this grim battlefield.
The butterflies fluttered gracefully towards Shi Jin, who had Nine Dragons on his body but was deemed a worm by Jufeng.
The difference between masters and mortals lies in their instinctive perception of unknown dangers. Although the members of the United Heart Association felt suspicious, they did not sense any danger; Shi Jin felt otherwise.
He was on high alert, fists clenched like hammers, striking like the wind as he launched two punches at the butterflies. However, the butterflies danced lightly and delicately; those two punches landed as if striking soft breezes, having no effect whatsoever.
The butterflies continued to flutter, dancing around Shi Jin.
Shi Jin furrowed his brow, clearly caught off guard by the sudden appearance of these butterflies.
He quickly turned and drew his blade, snatching the Mountain-Cleaving Blade from a member of the United Heart Association, and swung it at the butterflies. The blade was sharp, and this time the butterflies were not so fortunate, falling one after another in midair.
Seeing the annoying butterflies finally disappear, Shi Jin let out a quiet sigh of relief. However, he suddenly felt that something was amiss, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Hiss!"
Shi Jin's clothes tore apart with a sound, fragments scattering like butterflies in the night sky—his upper body was instantly exposed, and the Nine Dragons tattoo on his chest surged violently.
(To be continued)
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