Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1531 - 1524: Ended in a Draw

Chapter 1531: Chapter 1524: Ended in a Draw

Dongliang Yu’s interest in this mysterious cult far exceeded his animosity, especially when he heard that someone could instantly sever everyone’s weapons, he became restless, slamming his hand down on the table before rising and leading his people to charge over mightily.

Although the Wuyun Sect is located in a remote area, they are by no means vague in terms of equipment and weaponry; they also adopt the mainstream smelting technology of the East Continent, and in principle, there is not much difference between their weapons and those from other places.

Yet, such weapons were easily severed in the hands of the opponent, directly chopped off without a fight.

Moreover, according to the feedback from the disciples, they didn’t even feel the clash of weapons, only perceiving a blur before realizing their weapons were somehow already broken.

After a brief pause, Dongliang Yu brandished his knife and proactively attacked Feng. This time, Feng chose to stand her ground and wait, gently shaking her blade, ready to counter.

Although Dongliang Yu had a stout figure, his movements were exceptionally swift and quick. In the blink of an eye, he had already reached Feng, slashing his knife straight down towards her crown.

Cheng Ziang, despite believing in Feng’s capabilities, couldn’t help but cry out in alarm upon witnessing this scene. He knew that Feng did not possess any protective magic, and if that strike were to hit her, it would truly be game over.

But compared to the tense Cheng Ziang, Feng appeared much calmer. Although wearing a mask, Dongliang Yu could distinctly see her eyes, which were exceptionally serene.

Faced with the direct cleave at her face, Feng slightly sunk her body while taking a horse stance with her left leg. Subsequently, she positioned her long sword horizontally in front of her and swung it upward with force.

Just as the Wuyun Sect disciples had reported, Dongliang Yu felt no impact of the weapons clashing; he only saw a blur, and immediately after, the young girl before him had vanished without a trace.

His own knife also came down smoothly, but it felt strangely light. Upon closer inspection, he was shocked to find only about ten centimeters of the blade left on his fine iron knife.

He looked up in astonishment, realizing that Feng had already retreated several steps, dodging the attack. Meanwhile, the fragments of the blade had finally fallen, clinking against the stone floor.

Dongliang Yu looked on in shock at everything that had transpired, gradually, his shocked expression turned into a smile, followed by hearty laughter. He tossed aside his broken knife, no longer continuing the confrontation with Feng, instead, he stood in place and burst into loud laughter.

Feng, somewhat at a loss, stared blankly at him, then turned to look at Cheng Ziang. Cheng Ziang shook his head and gestured with his hands for her to sheathe her sword and end the duel.

"Well-deserved reputation as a Royal Dao master, I am impressed, impressed!" After his burst of laughter, Dongliang Yu took a breath, clasped his fist, and spoke.

Feng did not speak the language of Kyushu, so she merely responded with a clasped fist, without saying a word.

"This young brother must be from Kyushu, right?" Dongliang Yu looked at Feng and asked.

"This is a young girl," Cheng Ziang approached with a smile and said.

"Oh, such a young girl to be a Dual Dao master, truly admirable," Dongliang Yu expressed his surprise.

"She is not a Dual Dao master; you should have noticed, she does not practice the Ba Path," Cheng Ziang replied, patting Feng’s shoulder.

"Yet, her movement and sword technique are both unmatched, truly rare," Dongliang Yu continued.

"That is the sword technique of the Western Continent," Cheng Ziang answered.

"The Western Continent?" Dongliang Yu seemed to hear this term for the first time.

"Indeed, we have come from the Western Continent, intending to proceed to Kyushu," Cheng Ziang nodded and said.

"So both of you are from the Western Continent, is that so?" Dongliang Yu asked tentatively.

"That is correct." Cheng Ziang nodded.

"I beg to differ," Dongliang Yu replied, shaking his head.

"Why do you disagree?" Cheng Ziang asked curiously.

"If you said you were from the Western Continent, I would understand in detail, but this girl should not be from the Western Continent. I have a strong intuition that she must be from Kyushu," Dongliang Yu said, squinting his eyes.

It must be said that Dongliang Yu’s insight is quite profound; although Feng wore a mask that concealed her features, he was able to deduce Feng’s true identity through certain subtle traits, which was indeed impressive.

"Regardless of what you say, she indeed grew up in the Western Continent and was mentored by the Western Continent’s Sword Saint," Cheng Ziang explained.

"Then her Royal Dao techniques..." Dongliang Yu frowned slightly, asking tentatively.

"I also don’t know how she learned the Royal Dao techniques; perhaps it was taught to her by that master swordsman," Cheng Ziang said with a shrug.

"Gathering Qi to form, releasing Gathered Elemental Force, these techniques do seem somewhat familiar," Dongliang Yu said, falling into contemplation.

Noticing his skepticism, Cheng Ziang quickly spoke up to interrupt: "It seems that both sides are evenly matched; should we call it a draw, or continue to compete?"

"Heh, let’s just stop here," Dongliang Yu said with a smile, glancing at the broken sword under his feet, "Although the girl is small, she’s exceptionally agile. After several exchanges, my strength has been nearly depleted. If we were to continue, I’m afraid it would be embarrassing in front of the disciples."

"In that case, let us part ways here," Cheng Ziang said, bowing with his hands clasped, "This is the abode of the Saint; even I don’t have the right to invite you all to sit inside, I hope the Superior Lord will forgive me."

"Saint..." Dongliang Yu pondered for a moment, then continued, "It is said that the Saint possesses vast supernatural powers, and last night he even graced Bianzhen Town with a divine miracle; light illuminating for ten thousand feet."

"Ha ha, it’s just that some scoundrels disturbed the Saint’s rest last night, keeping us all up," Cheng Ziang said with a bitter smile.

"In that case, may I have the chance to speak with the Saint?" Dongliang Yu asked, face full of anticipation.

"Let’s not," Cheng Ziang scratched his head and said, "It’s not that I want to refuse you; the Saint is attuned to the will of Heaven and his temperament can be rather unstable. Irritating him could mean trouble even for us."

"Well then, I must insist that you visit our Sect and let me fulfill my duty as the Landlord. The Wuyun Sect failed to greet the Saint upon his visit, and that is truly discourteous," Dongliang Yu continued.

"Still..." Cheng Ziang was about to refuse but was interrupted by Dongliang Yu.

"Please, Manor Lord, do not decline; allow me to fulfill my duty as the Landlord," Dongliang Yu insisted resolutely.

"This..." Cheng Ziang scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled, before saying after a moment of thought, "The Saint certainly won’t be able to move; I really don’t dare to bother him with that temper."

"Then, in that case, it would be troubling but could the two of you visit our Sect," Dongliang Yu continued.

"This matter requires further discussion," Cheng Ziang said with difficulty.

"Please, do not decline, Manor Lord!" Dongliang Yu took a step forward and insisted.

Faced with Dongliang Yu’s enthusiasm, Cheng Ziang did not quite understand his real intentions. Was he sincerely wishing to befriend Cheng Ziang, or was it merely an attempt to win him over to deal with the Townspeople of Bianzhen Town?

One must know, although the Townspeople are not something or other, since he promised them, he should deliver no matter to what extent; it’s better than doing nothing. So in this situation, he could not avoid being impartial and ensure not to favor sides, lest he offends both parties.

On the other hand, he indeed knew very little about the Wuyun Sect, with all his impressions of the Sect coming from the Townspeople and their stories, which inevitably could be exaggerated. Especially after last night’s events, Cheng Ziang’s beliefs were further reinforced.

Therefore, facing such an invitation, Cheng Ziang felt the need to delve deeper; only by fully understanding both parties’ intentions and standings could he make the most accurate judgment and mediate the conflict between them.

Thinking this, Cheng Ziang nodded understandingly and then looked up at Dongliang Yu and said, "This matter requires reporting to the Saint and is not something I can arrange on my own; I hope the Superior Lord would forgive me."

"Not a problem, I shall await the good news from you here," Dongliang Yu said respectfully.

Cheng Ziang nodded his head, then took Feng by the hand and headed toward the courtyard. Dongliang Yu kept his word, waiting quietly outside with his followers; over a hundred people huddled together, yet scarcely a murmur of unrest arose—an impressive discipline that garnered Cheng Ziang’s admiration. After all, it befit a man who had risen to the rank of Duwei.