I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1441 - Chapter 1441 Chapter 707 The Loser_2

Chapter 1441: Chapter 707: The Loser_2 Chapter 1441: Chapter 707: The Loser_2 For most disciples who were at the peak of the Mortal Realm, finishing their lessons early was naturally a good thing, so after hearing Cao Changqing’s words, they happily took their leave.

The practice field soon became empty, and that was when the person hiding in the shadows finally stepped out.

The newcomer had a face seven parts similar to Cao Changqing’s but carried the temperament of a vagabond.

Messy long hair that hadn’t been tended to for who knows how long, tangled and stuck together, with bits of food trapped in the shabby beard.

The defeatism in those eyes, of having given up on oneself, made Cao Changqing almost unable to recognize him–was this really his brother who was always so brimming with confidence, no matter the situation?

“Snap!”

The Ghost King Gold Medal was thrown by the disheveled man, but whether it was too weakly thrown or for some other reason, it fell to the ground mid-flight.

The Beast Taming Sect’s strongest Divine Artifact lay on the ground like a flat pancake, bounced once, and then became still again.

Perhaps it was the way Cao Ziqi returned the medal that enraged Cao Changqing. He stepped forward more than ten yards, came in front of the scruffy man, and, enduring the stench that hadn’t been washed away in who knows how long, he seized Cao Ziqi by the collar.

“Didn’t you tell me that a truly capable person doesn’t need a high cultivation level to stir up great waves in Xiehe?”

“Didn’t you tell me that in the Lin Clan, it was just our eldest brother overshadowing you, and that Cao Ziqi would never be weaker than anyone in his life!?”

“Look at you now!”

Shaking with fury, Cao Changqing’s eyes reddened as he roared at his own brother; the veins on the back of his hand, rising in anger, foretold just how unsettled this true disciple of the Naked Sect was.

The man whose collar was being gripped, Cao Ziqi, offered no retort but simply, with an apathy like that of a salted fish, patted Cao Changqing’s agitated hand and said indifferently, “Let go.”

“I won’t let go! Unless you tell me what happened, why did you become like this upon your return!?”

Cao Changqing’s eyes became more bloodshot, and his grip tightened even more, his gathered strength almost lifting Cao Ziqi from the ground.

He couldn’t believe that his brother, who was always dignified and had a preference for flamboyance, had turned into such a sloppy mess.

A raging intent to kill flared up in his heart; he only wanted to know who had reduced his brother to this state.

“Just let go.”

Almost lifted from the ground, Cao Ziqi remained limp, not resisting, but instead said with a mocking tone, “I’ve simply come to understand a truth. This world ultimately belongs to a few freaks of nature, no matter how foolish, how uncivilized they are. As long as they exist, all strategies, power, alliances–none of it matters.”

Patting Cao Changqing’s face, full of murderous intent, Cao Ziqi pointed at the sky and said, “The stars are eternal, but why can’t they be seen during the day? Because the sun, it’s too bright!”

“What sun, what stars!?”

Cao Changqing’s face twitched, and he railed, “No one has the right to be called the sun in front of us brothers! I am not who I used to be, the Naked Sect has sought from Yuanzhou’s Xu Clan a myriad of Sword Sect’s secret teachings. I have now mastered dozens of sword intents and even fused the mundane with the Divine Sword. Whoever dares to insult my brother, I will make them pay a hundred, a thousandfold!”

The direct descendants of the Beast Taming Sect who cherished the sword naturally ought to practice the world’s finest sword techniques.

And since sword cultivators come out of Yuanzhou, and the Xu Clan has the magnanimity to welcome all visitors, the Naked Sect simply made some minor exchanges to acquire dozens of top-level sword techniques to enrich their Scripture Pavilion.

After receiving the legacy, Cao Changqing, who already possessed astonishing talent in swordsmanship, changed day by day. In just a few years, he had attained combat power almost comparable to the pinnacle of the Fierce Realm.

All the junior brothers and sisters of the Naked Sect believed that the Ghost King Compass had been borrowed by Cao Ziqi, but Cao Changqing alone knew clearly that with his current strength, he really did not need the Ghost King Compass.

It was also out of confidence in his own strength that, upon hearing Cao Ziqi had been humiliated, his first thought was to seek revenge for his brother.

Hearing this, Cao Ziqi merely smiled bitterly and shook his head, “Don’t talk big, I don’t wish to drag you into this.”

“We haven’t even fought yet, and you think I can’t do it?”

Indignant and trembling with anger, Cao Changqing protested.

“You can.”

Cao Ziqi patted Cao Changqing’s shoulder and consoled him, “You are a true swordsmanship genius. If you had been born in the Xu Clan, perhaps you could have contended with Elder Xu for a walker position.”

As he said this, Cao Ziqi sighed, shook his head, and continued, “But unfortunately, you were born in the same era as that freak. It’s a pity, truly sad.”

“My elder brother was actually defeated by someone of his own generation?”

Cao Changqing was overjoyed upon hearing this and said, “Who exactly is this person? I, your younger brother, will surely seek justice for you!”

“I’ll tell you, but you must promise me one thing.”

Cao Ziqi said earnestly, “You must absolutely avoid any conflict with this person. If you ever encounter him, just hide. The farther away, the better!”

“Second brother, how have you become so cowardly? What on earth did that person do to you?”

Cao Changqing was burning with frustration, completely perplexed.

Cao Ziqi didn’t speak. He just looked at Cao Changqing with eyes as still as death, hollow enough to frighten anyone.

After a long stare, knowing he couldn’t defy his elder brother, Cao Changqing let go of the other’s collar and took a step back, spreading his hands, “Alright, alright, Changqing promises second brother not to trouble him. Are you satisfied now?”

Cao Ziqi gave Cao Changqing a deep look, shook his head, and disappeared from the spot in a blink.

“Hey, hey, hey, Second Brother, you still haven’t said who it is!”

Cao Changqing wanted to go after him, but remembering the Ghost King Gold Medal was still behind him, he had to give up.

After returning the Ghost King Gold Medal, Cao Ziqi wandered in the shadows of the Lin Clan, much like his current mood.

He knew every person here, but there wasn’t a single one he wanted to meet. Because he was no longer the graceful Young Master Ziqi, nor was he the leader who was once surrounded by the disciples of the Lin Clan.

He was just a loser, a complete and utter failure at Diancang Mountain.

And a loser does not deserve to walk in the light. He only deserves to linger in the shadows, fading from memory, and then decay.

Arriving at that familiar yet frightening dwelling like a walking corpse, Cao Ziqi pulled at the corner of his mouth, giving a self-deprecating laugh.

Back then, in order to borrow the Crimson Divine Armor, he had bragged so much in front of Cao Daochen and even made a ten-year pledge.

Now, not even three years had passed, and he was back, defeated and dejected. He really was a waste.

Quietly removing the Divine Armor, Cao Ziqi gently placed it at the entrance and turned to leave.

“Three years and you’ve forgotten even the basic courtesies?”

A familiar yet chilling voice rang out. Cao Ziqi painfully closed his eyes and turned around to bow respectfully, “Lin Clan’s Cao Ziqi pays his respects to Brother Dao Chen!”

From the open doors of the dwelling, the robust Cao Daochen stepped outside, looked down at the Divine Armor, and said indifferently, “The ten-year pledge is only at its third year. Are you giving up already?”

Cao Ziqi stood up, opened his eyes, and said dejectedly, “You were right; in Xiehe, martial prowess is paramount, a force beyond manipulations and schemes. You’ve won.”

“It seems you’ve encountered an entity that transcends manipulation.”

Cao Daochen sighed lightly, “But that doesn’t mean scheming is useless, nor should it become an excuse for your surrender.”

“Heh…”

Cao Ziqi let out a bitter laugh, “What use is there in not giving up? My reputation, three years of accumulation, all destroyed on Diancang Mountain. I already have no chance to rise again.”

“No warrior is invincible; only the heart of a warrior who never admits defeat.”

Cao Daochen said calmly, “If this is really all you’re capable of, then indeed you should admit defeat, and from now on hide under the wings of the Lin Clan, protected by the Beast Taming Sect.”

After a long silence, in this half month, Cao Ziqi felt he had adapted to being nothing but mud. Yet, when the person before him contemptuously uttered “this level” of ability, he was once again infuriated:

“Yes, I am a man of ‘this level.’ I should never have ventured out; I should have stayed hidden within the great Beast Taming Sect, behind Lin Clan Dao Child Cao Daochen. Maybe I should hang a sign on my chest, labeling myself as Cao Daochen’s dear brother, to meet the ‘level’ you consider appropriate!”

“Still capable of anger, then there’s discontent.”

Cao Daochen said with a smile, “Since you’re discontented, why admit defeat?”