Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 782 - Four Hundred and Ninety The Strongest_2

Chapter 782: Chapter Four Hundred and Ninety The Strongest_2

This time, Xu Changge did not send Xiulun flying with a direct kick as he had upon their first meeting.

The mud and water, whirled away by the blast of air, trickled quietly back into the large pit torn open in the field.

At the center of the pit, the two men still stood.

Xu Changge’s leg crackled down on the side of Xiulun’s neck, his slender eyes reflecting a hint of contemplation as he looked down at the towering, nearly kneeling armored warrior before him.

Xiulun, with his neck tilted, his body tall and straight like a banyan tree, leaned forward due to the force, with slightly bent legs and hands bracing against the ground, still standing.

After a moment of stillness, a faint glow began to emerge on Xiulun’s heavy iron armor.

After several moments of silence,

Xiulun slowly moved, his massive frame gradually rising—his upper body leaned forward from Xu Changge’s kick to the neck—inch by inch, he stood up.

The struggle between the two men made the surrounding air tremble; the silent surge of force caused the mud that had flowed back to the bottom of the pit to reverse its course, flowing up the slope.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan estimated in his heart that this was probably the protective film Li Junqing had mentioned, capable of remaining intact under the Great Grandmaster’s Dao Charm spells.

Thinking so, Xu Yuan continued walking toward O’Reilly, his feet never stopping.

He wanted to see how his elder brother would handle this.

He had said to let his younger brother face O’Reilly alone—surely he could at least clear the field, right?

If that were not the case, then the intense atmosphere he had created earlier would turn into a joke.

Thinking this, the corners of Xu Yuan’s lips couldn’t help but curl into a sly smile.

To be honest, he was quite eager to see his imposing elder brother flounder.

Unfortunately for Xu Yuan, his anticipation was quickly dashed.

Xu Changge looked down at the burly man before him, his voice light and pleasant:

"This technique is good, it has many strengths, but..."

"...."

Xiulun’s indifferent gaze shot out from his helm, silently reaching for Xu Changge’s ankle that was chop on his shoulder neck.

"...it’s still not enough."

As he spoke, Xu Yuan, who was exploring the surroundings with his spirit sense, suddenly shivered, his hand gripping the Willow Ghost Blade trembling with a sudden surge of fear.

It was a familiar sensation.

And after an instant of reflection, Xu Yuan also came to realize where this familiar feeling came from.

His uncle,

Sword Saint, Feng Jiuxuan.

Xu Changge was currently emanating an energy mechanism similar to that which Feng Jiuxuan had shown while beating him that day.

Xiulun, right in the midst of the energy mechanism, seemed to sense something too, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The next instant,

"Hum——"

A loud and clear sword cry echoed through the silent skies.

...

At the Prime Minister’s Mansion, to the northwest, atop the Sword Pavilion.

The vast chamber, at first glance, appeared rather empty, lacking any decor or furnishings, replaced instead by all manner of sword marks covering the floors and walls.

At the center of these sword marks, a middle-aged man in spotless white clothing sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the silence in the chamber was broken as, without any warning, a new sword mark appeared on the stone wall in front of the man.

Slowly opening his eyes, Feng Jiuxuan glanced in the direction of the inner courtyard and then frowned:

"Changtian has gone out, and Changge is not in the mansion either?"

Accompanied by a soft murmur, Feng Jiuxuan propped himself up, walked to the room’s only window, and smiled:

"To tread his own path in swordsmanship, yet still refine what I taught him to such an extent... But what might Changge be doing tonight?"

"Lately, Xu Yinhè has been busy with other affairs, and Changge is using it outside Di’an City; it must be related to that boy Changtian."

Murmuring to himself, Feng Jiuxuan’s gaze drifted to a certain direction:

"Hmm... should I go and have a look?"

...

...

...

Watching Xu Changge place the Cloud-Stepping Boots back on the ground, Xu Yuan glanced at the sword marks spreading out from beneath his feet to the horizon and swallowed unconsciously.

The water flowed back, coursing into the gashes like sword marks, rushing noiselessly, leaving only silence.

During the struggle just moments ago, Xu Changge’s leg seemed to transform into a sword, cleaving open the entire field.

Standing alone in the crater,

Xu Changge looked back at Xu Yuan, who wore a serious expression, and smiled gently:

"Changtian, any thoughts?"

Xu Yuan licked his lips and chuckled softly:

"Well... I was thinking that your sword skills are very strong."

"No, you must be wondering if you could defeat me with equal cultivation."

It seemed Xu Changge saw through Xu Yuan’s thoughts, shook his head lightly, and said in a low voice:

"This is Uncle’s sword, the purest of swords. If you’d like to learn, you can ask Uncle to teach you."

Having said that,

Xu Changge turned his gaze toward O’Reilly and Xiulun standing not far away and said:

"You should know what I want to do. I hope you will cooperate. This is your final warning."

His voice was light yet brooked no refusal.

The heavy atmosphere spread continuously between the two envoys from Xi’en.

Xiulun stood beside O’Reilly, his helmet drooping:

"I apologize, Your Highness. If you hadn’t pulled me away with the Spatial Magic Ring, I’m afraid I’d already be dead now."

O’Reilly stood on the water’s surface, the palm she lifted had a complex, ink-like Formation Pattern floating above it, flickering with a deep light.

After staring at Xu Changge for several breaths, she slowly turned her gaze to her guardian knight, her azure pupils devoid of any emotion:

"Xides, just use that. Otherwise, you won’t last even a minute against him."

"Yes."

Without any hesitation, Xiulun softly agreed, "A person of no ability is willing to atone for your life with his."

Upon hearing this, O’Reilly no longer looked at Xiulun but focused on Xu Changge, sighed softly, and said with a hint of helplessness:

"So powerful is Master Changge. It seems there is no room for any refusal. But I wonder if your brother is the same as you?"

......

Xu Changge did not look at O’Reilly and did not answer her question. He glanced at the Armored Warriors and then leaped up, vanishing on the spot.

Seeing this, Xiulun had no intention of taking the opportunity to sneak attack Xu Yuan while Xu Changge was away. With a stomp of his foot, he rushed in the direction Xu Changge had left.

Sword marks remained; on the empty field, aside from the sound of the wind, there was only the gentle sound of water trickling.

O’Reilly let out a soft sigh, rubbed her temples, and complained to Xu Yuan:

"Master Changtian, your elder brother’s personality is truly terrible. Doesn’t anyone in Dayan keep him in line?"

Xu Yuan glanced in the direction Xu Changge had left and smiled:

"You needn’t probe; I can tell you directly that my brother was the strongest person of his era."

"Is that so?"

O’Reilly responded with a light smile, looking at the sword scar that ran through the field, and said with a tinge of admiration: "Such strength. I wonder who would be stronger between him and that monster, the Crown Prince."

"The Crown Prince? Is that the one you mentioned earlier in your message transmission?" Xu Yuan showed slight interest.

"Yes."

O’Reilly gently affirmed, her graceful figure starting to float in the air without any ripple of energy mechanism:

"The first in line to the throne of the Xi’en Empire, a terrifying monster."

Xu Yuan stroked his chin, the Blood Essence Meteoring Art beginning to circulate within him, and said with a smile:

"Since he’s the Crown Prince, he’s your brother. Is it really appropriate to describe him as a monster?"

O’Reilly lifted her delicate hand and swept it through the air in front of her, a series of magic rings of various colors began to form in the air, casting an eerie light upon her cheek, giving her gaze a somewhat strange appearance:

"If you have the chance to meet him, then you’ll know whether or not I’ve used the wrong adjective."

Blood and golden lights flickered in Xu Yuan’s narrow eyes:

"If I have the chance, I would like to meet him too, but I will still bring Xu Changge along."

O’Reilly looked up at the moonlit sky with both hands outspread, her elaborate gown swirling around her, eyes filled with profound meaning:

"Is that so? I’d like to see who would win between those two monsters as well. But, unfortunately, you no longer have that chance. I will restrain you before he returns and take you away."

Xu Yuan’s figure slightly dipped, and the blade of the Willow Ghost Blade was held horizontally:

"Oh? Are you that confident you can beat me?"

Bathed in moonlight, thirteen glowing magic rings gathered behind the floating figure of O’Reilly, as if she were a deity.

She looked down upon him from on high:

"Because, I am the strongest of our generation."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan laughed, and laughing, he uttered five words:

"What a coincidence, so am I."