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Chapter 535 - 499 You’re Too Slow

Chapter 535: Chapter 499 You’re Too Slow

"Third Brother!"

Levin looked coldly at Shire as he walked into the hall. "What are you talking about?"

Shire, followed by a group of people, walked into the hall and stopped in the center, facing Levin, "Big brother, I’m saying, we still have other options."

Levin, "What options?"

Shire spread his hands, "Join Hua Jian Security."

Whoosh!

A wave of surprise swept through the hall, and everyone looked at Shire in astonishment.

Bang!

"Idiot! Do you even know what you’re saying?"

Levin slammed his palm on the table next to him, stood up angrily, and pointed at Shire.

Shire also looked a bit helpless, but still gritted his teeth and said, "Big brother, and everyone else, Hua Jian Security wants to deal with us because we killed a Chinese from the East Cape Commerce Association, but that was actually on behalf of Le Yuan. We don’t really have any grudges with Hua Jian itself. If we continue to fight Hua Jian, we’re just being used by Le Yuan."

"But father was killed by someone from Hua Jian, how can you ask us to join Hua Jian?!"

Celeon’s second daughter also stood up, asking angrily.

"It’s precisely because father is dead that we should be more rational. Do you all want to die too?!" Shire yelled back just as forcefully.

"You..."

Levin, trembling with anger, pointed at Shire, "Get out of here, the Mandela family has no place for cowards like you!"

Shire looked at Levin and sneered, "No, the person who should leave is you, brother. With you as the family head, you will only destroy the Mandelas!"

Levin was initially stunned, then he sneered back, "That’s what I thought, you’re trying to seize power. Father is barely gone, and you want to take over. Shire, I’m telling you, you don’t call the shots here, get out!"

"He doesn’t call the shots, but I do."

A voice rose from behind Shire, who, upon hearing it, smiled bitterly and stepped aside.

A man walked out of the crowd—it was Wu Li!

"Wu Li!"

Levin’s eyes widened as he recognized Wu Li.

When "Wu Li" was pronounced, the crowd became restless, some instinctively stood up and moved back, while some pulled out guns from their coats.

"I advise you not to act rashly. Whosoever does, dies."

Wu Li wore a simultaneous translator on his ear, but he spoke in Chinese, which few people in the room understood. Fortunately, Shire also had a translator and shouted out loud, translating Wu Li’s words.

But by the time he finished translating, it was a bit too late; someone had already been provoked and raised a gun aiming at Wu Li, ready to shoot.

Swoosh!

Those on the left felt a gust of wind hit their faces. Wu Li’s figure flashed, darting toward one of them.

The gun in the man’s hand was immediately struck away by Wu Li, and the man himself was grabbed by the neck and dragged back to the center of the hall by Wu Li.

Wu Li held the man’s neck with one hand; the rest stopped their movements, no one daring to point a gun at Wu Li anymore.

There was no way around it. Just a minute ago, Levin had spoken with great seriousness about Wu Li’s inhuman feats from the night before, and now Wu Li had demonstrated it once again. Everyone present wasn’t foolish enough to cause trouble.

"Wu Li!"

Levin glared at Wu Li with deadly intensity, "Do you really think my Mandela family has no one?"

"That’s right."

Wu Li nodded, "You really have no one."

Crack. He twisted the neck of the man in his grasp, then let go, allowing the body to fall.

This time, Shire did not translate for Wu Li, but Wu Li’s actions were the most provocative response.

"De La!" Levin yelled angrily.

"Xin—"

The sharp katana shot out of its black scabbard like a white dragon, a crisp sound echoing through the hall.

The middle-aged man who had been standing quietly behind Levin drew the long sword from his waist and exploded into action from a stationary stance, wielding the blade to strike at Wu Li!

Wu Li had noticed the man behind Levin the moment he walked in, and System Detection revealed that he was a Sword Master who practiced the Japanese Sword Dao, Natural Reasoning Heart Flow.

This Sword Master was Levin’s personal bodyguard and, at this moment, he brazenly made his move in response to Levin’s shout!

The whoosh of the blade slicing the air sounded like an umbrella opening amidst a heavy storm, and in less than the blink of an eye, De La’s body appeared in front of Wu Li, taut like a strung bow, his eyes brimming with lethal intent as they met Wu Li’s calm gaze.

The next instant, a crescent blade light soared to the sky!

Initially, the drawn katana had simply been dragged behind him by one hand, but in that moment of stillness, he gripped the back of the knife handle as if it were a spindle, then used his left hand to push the blade’s edge upward with the momentum, turning it into a sweeping slash. It was, in fact, similar to a crack of a long whip, with both speed and power magnifying to an inconceivable realm!

At that moment, it seemed that not only flesh and blood, but even a wall would be cleaved in two from the bottom up by De La!

Moon Slash!

De La’s move was his strongest killing move, holding nothing back.

However, Wu Li’s response was exceedingly simple, just casually, yet rapidly, sidestepping.

The movement looked natural as the blade light brushed past his body, barely missing his chest, the tip of his nose, and his forehead by a hair’s breadth.

"You...."

At that moment, Wu Li suddenly uttered a single word.

De La’s gaze was steady, and the next instant, the blade light sharply retracted, then chopped straight towards Wu Li’s neck.

The transition from stillness to motion, then suddenly retracting the blade from a state of full motion, followed by another all-out slash, was executed cleanly and sharply, without a trace of hesitance. De La’s mastery of swordsmanship was vividly showcased in this moment.

Wu Li, still in a sidestep, suddenly took a step to the left, dodging De La’s blade light once more.

"Too...."

He exhaled the second word.

De La followed through with his missed slash, stepping forward, twisting his body, and switching to a two-handed grip on the sword, chopping down fiercely again.

The razor-sharp edge of the long sword was aimed at Wu Li’s chest, but he leaned back, his upper body bending backward like a willow branch in the wind, avoiding the strike once again.

For Wu Li at that moment, De La’s swings seemed less like a sword and more like a fan.

"Slow...."

As the third word left his lips, Wu Li suddenly moved forward, his leaned-back body snapping back like a bowstring at full draw, and he swung out his right fist!

De La’s pupils shrank, his previously undisturbed mental state rippled; he had never expected someone in this world could reach such a level of skill, a clear display of overwhelming speed!

"Done...."

Boom!

With the final word spoken, Wu Li landed a punch right on De La’s face.

"You are too slow."

After those four words, Wu Li had dodged three slashes and thrown one punch.

The Sword Master De La, dead.