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Humans cannot forget history.
Countless memories piece together history, and those who hope to avoid recalling them ultimately cannot escape the fate of history.
Avoidance does not equal forgetting; acceptance is the best conclusion.
The current situation is that the Commander hopes that the Slovenly Old Man will let go of things over time, yet he remains troubled by them to this day.
Thus, the conflict of the Situation arises today.
Jufeng looked closely at the Commander's face, feeling a slight surprise, for the Commander was of Asian descent. Given the context, it was highly likely he was of Chinese heritage.
The Commander brushed his sleeves and surveyed the chaos around him. He then bent down to pick up a piece of paper, which was inscribed with unknown characters written in Jufeng's hand—each stroke painstakingly crafted.
Clearly, the original intent of this record had become irretrievable due to the paper's damage. Ambiguous memories are but sealed histories.
The Commander stood up and gently brushed off the dust from the paper, resembling an old farmer who had toiled all his life, gazing at frostbitten seedlings with a heavy heart and sorrow. It was not merely because he could not harvest his crops in autumn, but because his children had yet to experience the beauty of three seasons and had left before he could witness their growth.
For the Commander, these papers were like cherished offspring, flesh and blood.
He raised his head and calmly looked at Li Ji, his gaze seemingly penetrating through worldly matters, deep as the boundless cosmos beyond the vast starry sky.
"Is this what you wanted to see? Destroying my life's painstaking efforts—will that truly allow you to find even a moment of peace? If it can, then what does it matter if this tower collapses? No matter how splendid a dwelling may be, it is merely a temporary stop in this mundane world. Are these fleeting accolades truly so important?"
The Commander asked earnestly, though it felt more like a heartfelt inquiry to himself. After pondering for a moment and finding his inner answer, he gazed at Li Ji with an extraordinary calmness and clarity.
Li Ji spat harshly at the ground beside him, then began to berate with the fury of a shrew.
"Have you ever seen a whore who made money still shouting about being raped? After all these years, you really haven't changed one bit! You took every advantage you could, accepted every outcome with glee, and now that you've achieved success, you act as if you don't care about me. Back then, I would have given you everything."
"I truly want to curse your cousin's aunt. I've never been able to stand your hypocritical facade. Do you know Yue Buqun from the Huashan Sect? In a few years, you'll be nothing but an old eunuch. Let me tell you, I came here with no other intentions. Do you think I care about these empty titles? I've spent half my life on the battlefield; a mere Saint Envoy is nothing for me to cling to. I'm here for one purpose only: to challenge you again and see if, after thirty years, the East and West River are still the same!"
Before his words had faded, Li Ji charged at the Commander with such speed that even Jufeng would have been impressed. He had always prided himself on his agility, but today he finally met someone worthy of his caution.
Li Ji's words were heavy, filthy, and unfit for this sacred hall of elegance. Yet because they came from Li Ji, a person known for his rough demeanor, they somehow gave Onlooker a sense of comfort.
It was clear that Li Ji was not one for conversation; perhaps it was because he was speaking to someone he despised that he preferred action over words.
Actions often carry more weight than words.
As Li Ji rushed forward, the Commander remained calm. The paper in his hand transformed into a streak of light and within half a meter, it struck Li Ji's body.
The paper cut like a sharp blade, leaving a fine line of blood on the back of Li Ji's hand.
However, Li Ji seemed oblivious to the injury; it was as if the pain belonged to someone else. He didn't even blink in response to such a sharp attack; he simply charged forward with unwavering determination, driven by one singular thought.
That was to settle their rivalry once and for all.
And it was a matter of life and death.
The scene returned to chaos as the Situation unfolded; the two Vice Captains exchanged glances, uncertain of what concerns held them back from intervening.
The next level leader remained silent, and naturally, the top ten Stewards and Members of the next tier did not dare to act recklessly.
Li Ji's strikes were fierce, and at times, Jufeng could see a sense of fearless determination in him. It was unclear how many painful memories from the past had led to this relentless entanglement.
The Commander's techniques were broad and unpretentious, quietly resolving crises with each move as gentle as a warm spring breeze, reminiscent of a mother's touch, filled with affection.
Jufeng could not understand why Utada Hikaru, the Vice Captain, had such a different temperament compared to the Commander. If the Commander were on a mission, he would be extremely narrow-minded, just as Li Ji had described; in his youth, he was undoubtedly a rigid person, only to realize his folly in old age.
In front of Linghu Chong and the other disciples, Yue Buqun also presented himself as a wise mentor with commendable conduct.
In the past, perhaps due to the tense situation, there had been little opportunity for conversation, much like the battle between Hayamura Shuichi and the Bald Young Man. They stood at the pinnacle of the human world yet dared not let their guard down. However, the two before him now infused each strike with lethal energy, yet the Commander still spoke out against his solitude.
The wide sleeves deflected Li Ji's powerful strike. The Commander seized an opportunity and said, "We shared years of friendship back then. I thought that after so many years, even if it faded, it wouldn’t turn into hatred. Do you truly hate me that much?"
Li Ji snorted coldly, his offensive unrelenting. "Back then I was foolish enough to consider respect for my teacher a matter of importance. Now it all seems like nonsense. The tangible benefits you’ve felt from existing in this world over these many years are what truly matter. After that failure, I endured for so long; the more I reflect on the past, the more I realize my utter foolishness. While I cannot make up for what happened back then, I must at least find some justification for my own intelligence."
"Honestly, seeing your hard-earned results destroyed by me does bring me genuine joy."
Upon hearing this, the Commander let out a deep sigh, lamenting both life and himself.
"What is the end of this? You know you can't gain anything from me. Continuing this endless fighting will only lead to no resolution. What do you truly want? If I can provide it, I will give it all to you."
Li Ji feigned surprise; after delivering a flying kick, he separated from the Commander once more and stood facing him.
"What do I want? Don't you know?"
The Commander pondered for a moment before shaking his head. "You know, having been with the Saint Envoy for so long, my blood and bones are already permeated with its mark. It's not that I cling to life or death; I just need to hold this position for a few more years until it can stand on its own. What difference does life and death make to me?"
His tone was calm, making it easy for others to believe he spoke with conviction. No one expected that the Commander would truly be willing to disregard his own life for the sake of this untidy and rude person before him.
Having lived a full life, the Commander was like a fine vintage wine, exuding a rich charisma. Even Jufeng felt that perhaps there was an overly dramatic element in Li Ji's character.
"Perhaps I really can give you something."
The Commander fell silent again, then opened his palm and reached out toward one of his Members.
The weapons of the Holy Envoy Members varied, tailored to each individual’s strengths. Without hesitation, the Member handed over their extremely sharp Iron Fist.
(To be continued)
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