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"What is the significance of building such towering structures in the mundane world? In the Interstellar Era, land is no longer scarce, and people don't need so much space to rest."
Meizi gazed at the Golden Sea Tower before her, its colorful neon lights flashing in exquisite patterns that constantly changed. She felt a sense of melancholy, knowing that the current owner of this building was about to be gravely injured. Even if she and Niu were willing to pay the price of their own injuries, he was still destined to leave this world.
Once he was gone, what would these structures mean? They would serve as monuments for future generations to admire, but who would remember this old man now?
Niu looked at Meizi intently for a long time.
Meizi felt uncomfortable under his gaze and frowned. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Niu shifted his attention to the members of the Azure Wind Antelope streaming into the hotel. The noise around them grew louder, a cacophony of clashing swords and shouting voices, which punctured Meizi's pretentious demeanor.
"Actually, Meizi just wants to know why this hotel isn't hers. If it were hers, she could lounge on a Comfortable sofa and indulge herself. Why make it so complicated?"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!!! I was wrong! I didn't mean that! It was Niu who meant that. Let go of me!"
Chang Guohong stood at the entrance, watching this pair of clowns completely lose their composure. He couldn't help but feel stunned. Even Chuyang and Liu Xing, who were clearly older, would never act so childish—especially not in front of others. Although the crowd in the dark wasn't large, they were on the brink of a significant battle that could very well be historic; how could they be so reckless?
Chang Guohong regretted his earlier thoughts; these two seemed increasingly unreliable.
After Niu's persistent pleas for mercy and his pointed glances indicating the presence of outsiders, Meizi reluctantly released him. Niu covered his ears, which were likely flushed red from embarrassment, mumbling something unintelligible.
The noise in the hotel grew increasingly chaotic until it suddenly fell silent.
That was Pizza Hut making its announcement, enclosing the battle within its confines and ushering all unrelated personnel away.
And thus began the curtain rise for tonight's great battle.
Chang Guohong led the most elite senior graduates, wielding the Mountain-Cleaving Blade, to clear a path for Mei Zi and Niu. This was the essence of Jufeng's eight hundred, preserving the strength of the two until they faced Pizza Hut.
They did not enter through the main hall, where fierce battles were raging. Instead, they took a more direct approach, climbing in through the windows using ropes that had fallen from the third floor.
This height posed no challenge for Mei Zi and Niu; in fact, the ropes were unnecessary. However, they chose not to take a more flamboyant or arrogant route because their master had taught them that martial arts should be applied appropriately—if one could walk, there was no need to jump; if one could jump, there was no need to leap. In essence, using the most fundamental methods would ensure that martial arts remained boundless.
The things that are passed down can be troublesome; they often become outdated and unsuitable for the present. Such statements hold some truth, as even Niu and Mei Zi found their Master Uncle's way of life too antiquated and off-putting. Yet some things are always worth inheriting; they will one day shine anew in contemporary society, drawing the world's attention.
Upon entering the third floor, Niu did not pause for a moment. He swiftly and decisively drew his sword.
The sound of the sword being unsheathed resonated throughout the third floor.
It was like a Dragon's Roar.
The Dragon's Roar Sword appeared ancient, much like its sheath, but its blade was exceptionally sharp. It reflected the light with such intensity that it stung the enemies' eyes.
Then came a flash of Dragon Light.
A spray of blood erupted from the abdomen of one of Hua Gang's subordinates.
The blade penetrated an inch deep—non-fatal but excruciatingly painful, making it difficult to stand.
Only when the unsheathed sword was stained with blood could it be considered truly drawn.
Chang Guohong was profoundly shaken by Niu's seemingly casual strike. The brilliance of that sword light was so simple, it resembled a child carelessly tossing a toy to the ground.
There was nothing remarkable about it, and because it was so simple, it even seemed somewhat ridiculous.
However, the swordsman held a solemn expression, as if he were bowing in reverence after a cleansing ritual, using his demeanor to execute such a straightforward strike.
This was in line with the teachings of his master: to be broad and unpretentious, to walk rather than leap.
Thus, the attack was indeed very simple.
Yet the simpler it was, the more powerful it became.
After the strike, instead of retracting his sword, what surprised Chang Guohong even more was that the swordsman stood there, slowly closing his eyes, with the sword's tip pointed forward.
Then a solemn voice echoed from the third floor.
"Left front, upward slash."
With his eyes closed, the swordsman's sword moved; his body did not shift but merely turned in place, and then the Dragon's Roar Sword slashed upward.
Once again, a spray of blood shot out as a person fell, followed by groans.
"Right front, horizontal block, thrust forward."
This time, the swordsman did not remain stationary but stepped forward to the right. He positioned the Dragon's Roar Sword horizontally and successfully blocked an incoming attack from an enemy. Then he swiftly thrust forward, piercing the arm of the opponent holding a knife.
It seemed that the blade had sunk deep into bone, for the man let out a painful howl before dropping his Mountain-Cleaving Blade to the ground. Stumbling backward while clutching his bleeding arm, he fell away.
From beginning to end, Niu kept his eyes closed, while Meizi remained behind him, the Phoenix Sword still sheathed.
Chang Guohong had never witnessed such coordination, such mutual trust, and such a sense of reassurance between two individuals. At that moment, it seemed as if they had merged into one person, a person who was unstoppable and fearless.
As for what lay behind them, that was naturally left to him.
Chang Guohong felt deeply moved by this. He was grateful that these two seemingly unreliable young people could place their trust in him.
Of course, in the current situation, the two of them appeared incredibly reliable. Their seriousness and solemnity were palpable.
Thus, Chang Guohong led a few close subordinates behind the two, on guard against any ambush.
Further ahead were the elites of the Azure Wind Antelope. Above them were still the elites of the Azure Wind Antelope. Below them remained the elites of the Azure Wind Antelope.
Naturally, those they were battling against were the elite members of Hua Gang.
The elite of Hua Gang were not the same as before. This statement might sound awkward; it wasn't that the previous elite of Hua Gang had made some significant leap forward. Rather, those former elites had vanished into the bustling world. The current elite were the true experts brought in by Pizza Hut.
These elites resembled Meizi and Niu; they had been tempered outside the mundane world and shone brightly within it. Each one of them, if placed among wealthy merchants, would belong to the high-income bracket earning millions and be respected as extraordinary masters.
Yet here, they were treated like mere weeds.
It was a simple truth: when you stepped onto a higher platform, you would realize that this level was not as wonderful as you had imagined. It wasn't as easy to manipulate as you thought. If you retreated to a lower level, perhaps you would be admired once more.
But would you be willing to go back?
Some were willing, but many others were driven by temptation, greed, or simply their nature, constantly chasing after something.
In the end, they realized that they had always been in pursuit but had never reached the pinnacle.
Countless individuals remained unnoticed, yet they created a magnificent battlefield, just like now.
From the third floor, passing through the fourth and fifth floors, they finally arrived at the sixth floor.
Mona Tower was truly impressive. Hastily glancing around, it was clear that there were more than thirty stories. However, Pizza Hut did not like staying up high; perhaps it was due to the chill of being at such heights.
Upon reaching the Sixth Floor, walking became less convenient as the number of people suddenly increased, and the eyes of the bull slowly opened.
Now, on one side of the staircase, looking across the way, the corridor was filled with people. At the end of the crowd stood a White-Haired Elder.
Meizi approached the bull's side, standing shoulder to shoulder as they gazed at the elder several dozen meters away. Their eyes met, igniting intense sparks between them.
There should have been a conversation here; after all, both parties held special identities, and the upcoming battle would be exceedingly perilous—nothing was guaranteed.
However, unexpectedly, both elders behind the two giants at either end of the corridor remained silent in tacit agreement.
Meizi quietly asked the bull, "How did it feel to adapt just now?"
The bull nodded and replied, "Steady improvement; I'm currently about ninety percent."
The ninety percent he referred to indicated his peak strength and also represented the level of synergy he would soon have with Meizi.
Due to the differences in their martial arts training, Meizi could instantly elevate her strength to its peak, while Niu had to gradually improve. However, when it came to endurance, Niu was naturally much stronger than Meizi.
Ninety percent was not the same as one hundred percent, so a little more effort was needed.
"Alright, I'll go to the middle section, and you come find me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Meizi took two quick steps and leaped into the air, landing ten meters away.
She left Niu with a margin of one percent.
Thus, after a brief pause of about ten seconds, the battle suddenly resumed.
(To be continued)
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