Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 393 - 77: Fight? [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

Chapter 393: Chapter 77: Fight? [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

When Chu Liang asked about Xu Zhiyin, fear was evident on the young girl’s face.

"Just before dawn, news spread from the south of the city. The Sun Moon Tower has rallied forces and pushed towards us. The Vice Guild Master was prepared and immediately led a group to confront them. There are now a large number of troops confronting each other on the front street. It must be another deathmatch... I don’t think they will go into full-scale war... If that happens, a lot of people will no doubt die in Python Belly City," she murmured.

"A deathmatch?" Chu Liang was intrigued by the term.

After Xu Zhiyin explained, he understood.

There is a lack of medicine in Python Belly City, and each time a battle breaks out, the casualties are great. For cultivators, martial artists, and even the Demonic Clan, every death is a loss. The city is divided among three major factions. If two of them were to severely injure each other, it would surely benefit the third one.

Over time, the city established a rule of "deathmatch".

Small conflicts do not count, but when a large confrontation arises, both sides each send out three representatives to fight in a deathmatch. The side that wins two out of three matches is declared the victor, and every individual can only participate in the deathmatch once a year.

The victorious side can then claim the disputed object.

Through this method, they avoid large-scale casualties.

After hearing this, Chu Liang said, "I am going to see what’s happening."

"Warrior Chu, it is very dangerous over there. Yesterday, you had a conflict with the people from Sun Moon Tower..." Xu Zhiyin wanted to dissuade Chu Liang, her worry evident.

Chu Liang gave a slight smile: "Do not worry, I know my limits."

The reason he wanted to go and watch was that with such a huge standoff, most of the people from both sides would be present.

Lin Bei landed with him yesterday, and if nothing went wrong, Lin Bei, being a cultivator, was likely recruited by the Sun Moon Tower. It was possible that Chu might find him at the scene.

Xu Zhiyin could only advice: "Please stay safe."

The battlefield between cultivators and martial artists was a place ordinary people like her did not dare to approach. Even observing from afar could get them caught in the crossfire.

After leaving the medical hall, Chu Liang used his Divine Sense to scan, easily locking onto the street where an impressive scene was unfolding, reminiscent of impending storm clouds.

Residents near the main street had already vacated in advance. Some were casually moving their belongings. Clearly, the citizens of Python Belly City were accustomed to such incidents.

Chu Liang slipped into a house through a window, peeking out from another to get a view of the street.

The scene was indeed spectacular!

From where he stood, he could see the Blaze Guild with an estimated 500 to 600 people. Hordes of robust martial artists filled half the street, even the rooftops had people lined up.

These martial artists were probably local, considering the population of Python Belly City, it seemed like all fighting talents had been exploited.

But that made sense. Being born in such a place, one with talent surely wouldn’t waste it. Even without anyone else taking the initiative, they would want to learn some skills to defend themselves.

Several hundred martial artists gathered, among them numerous experts. The congregation of powerful warriors churned out a formidable aura.

Opposite them, about a hundred cultivators perched upon swords or floated in mid-air, their sharp aura matching their adversaries’.

The leader from the Blaze Guild, was that same woman from yesterday, the Vice Guild Master. Despite being a woman, she easily commanded the attention of her compatriots, exuding an imposing aura while riding a giant Sword-toothed Liger Beast and holding a red Crescent Blade behind her.

On the other side for the Sun Moon Tower, four giant elephants, each ablaze, were carrying a luxurious carriage.

Building such a lavish carriage within Python Belly City, was indeed an extraordinary demonstration of wealth and influence.

Fours cultivators, each emitting the aura of a powerful contender, stood around the carriage. Chu had a feeling that each of them had a cultivation level equal, or superior, to his own.

But that was only in terms of cultivation.

Chu Liang had heard from Xu Zhiyin that the City Lord of the Sun Moon Tower was referred to as Uncle Yin. He was the oldest person in Python Belly City, having lived there for at least a hundred years.

Because there were little possibilities for advancement here, even if Yin stayed, he would not be able to breakthrough any further, and he could only watch as his lifespan was steadily reduced.

The Sun Moon Tower, which he had founded, had four tiers.

The first tier consisted of some cultivators, the majority of whom were present at the scene. The second tier consisted of small leaders. The third tier only had four people, who were Uncle Yin’s trusted generals and his adopted sons. The fourth tier was Uncle Yin himself.

The men surrounding the carriage were likely to be those at the third tier of the Sun Moon Tower.

The man in the brocade robe from yesterday was among them. He was one of Uncle Yin’s adopted sons, which explained his arrogance.

However, among the four men, he was standing at the end of the carriage, indicating his status to be somewhat decent... but not grand.

The tense atmosphere continued.

With both sides presenting such a formidable show of force, neither would back down easily.

After a standoff, the Vice Guild Master of the Blaze Guild gently urged her mount forward and asked loudly, "Uncle Yin, you have suddenly come to our territory in such a grand fashion... do you want to start a war with us?!"

A man in white at the front of the carriage stepped forward and spoke, "Ask Hua Zhengshan to come out and talk to my adopted father."

With a cold snort, the Vice Guild Master responded, "You lot lack the merit to warrant the presence of our Guild Master."

"Is it because we are unworthy, or because Hua Zhengshan can’t come out anymore?" A deep and aged voice emanated from the carriage.

Whoosh.

A gentle breeze rolled up the curtain of the carriage, revealing an old, withered face.

Indeed, there was an older man draped in a wide robe inside the carriage. His face was thin and sallow as if he was on the brink of death.

However, his eyes were frighteningly bright, like the last burning torches of life.

"If you intend to fight, we in the Blaze Guild are not afraid!" The Vice Guild Master shouted back defiantly: "If you are babbling about something else, then you are welcome to leave!"

"Hehe..." Uncle Yin chuckled then suddenly declared, "Hua Zhengshan tried to escape from Python Belly City. He got caught by city guards and has been thrown into the iron cells in the north of the city, seen by my own eyes! No one has ever come out of those cells..."

"What?"

Once this news was out, a wave of murmurs swept through the Blaze Guild.

The Vice Guild Master’s eyes darkened instantly.

Of course, she knew about this, but she had never made it public. Now that Uncle Yin suddenly made the announcement, the Blaze Guild’s morale was thrown into chaos even before the battle had begun.

However, as the current backbone of the Blaze Guild, she maintained her composure, retorted, "Even without our Guild Master, we still have over six hundred brothers in the Blaze Guild who can send you to your graves! Uncle Yin, I invite you to try us if you don’t believe it!"

A brusque response, don’t bring up nonsense.

So, do you dare to fight?

"Hmm." Uncle Yin shook his head lightly, "Hua Zhengshan is not around, if we initiate another major battle, the Demonic Clan will inevitably take advantage of our weakness. I am here today to discuss something with you."

"Negotiate like this?" The Vice Guild Master raised the Crescent Blade and pointed to the opposing lineup.

"Not like this, I fear we cannot negotiate." Uncle Yin smiled lightly, and suddenly said: "Yesterday, several of my incompetent subordinates went to the medical hall to kill the members of your Blaze Guild. They were stopped by a young man with a sword. As long as you hand over that young man, I will write off today’s affairs and guarantee not to trouble you in the future."

Huh?

A young man with a sword at the medical hall?

From the side, Chu Liang, who was eavesdropping, blinked his eyes. The old man’s targeting was strong indeed.

Why would he suddenly point at him while watching the excitement?

"The person you mentioned is not a member of my Blaze Guild, I can’t do this." The Vice Guild Master immediately refused, "Of course, even if he is part of my Blaze Guild, I would never hand over my brother to you. You better give up on this idea."

"Sigh..." Uncle Yin suddenly sighed, saying, "Then call your people off, let our people from Sun Moon Tower enter the eastern city to find him."

"Dream on!" The Vice Guild Master yelled again, "Today you only have two choices, either go back where you came from, or fight!"

Chu Liang thought that the Vice Guild Master was loyal enough. Even though he had a grudge with his master, he didn’t betray Chu Liang.

Of course, he also knew that the Vice Guild Master was defending more than just him, but also the authority of the Blaze Guild. With the loss of the Guild Leader, the morale of the troops depended solely on her. If she showed any slight surrender in front of the enemy, the morale of the Blaze Guild would immediately dissipate.

By then, when Sun Moon Tower returned, they could easily break the Blaze Guild’s resistance.

Although this old man seemed to be negotiating politely, he was in fact harboring ill intentions.

But the Vice Guild Master didn’t fall for it.

"If that’s the case, then I guess..." Uncle Yin showed a somewhat helpless expression, "we fight?"

With this low chant of his, the cultivators behind him instantly summoned their Flying Swords! The chinging sound was endless.

Sword Qi lingered everywhere!

The Vice Guild Master similarly shouted, "Fight!"

The Blaze Guild also unsheathed their weapons, their spirits high!

A great battle was imminent!

At this critical moment, Chu Liang no longer hid, but jumped into the arena and yelled: "Hold on!"

In the blink of an eye, he stood between the two camps facing the cultivators of Sun Moon Tower, loudly asking, "I heard you were looking for me?"

Uncle Yin glanced at the brocade-robed man next to him, the same one who had been taught a lesson by Chu Liang yesterday.

The brocade-robed man immediately nodded, "Uncle Yin, it’s him..."

He pointed at Chu Liang, only to find Chu Liang looking back at him. Startled, he immediately turned his head away.

"Hehe, the young man actually has such cultivation, it is not easy." Seeing Chu Liang, Uncle Yin did not command his men to make a move, instead he smiled: "I heard you have a top-grade Flying Sword, could you lend it to me to see?"

Huh?

So his target is the Dustless Sword?

Chu Liang thought for a moment.

He revealed himself because he didn’t want both sides to start a war because of him. Besides, to tell the truth, he didn’t really have a deadly grudge against the other party yesterday, other than killing a Giant Elephant.

There was nothing they couldn’t discuss.

Moreover, with his current cultivation, even if the negotiation failed and he really wanted to escape, those cultivators might not be able to stop him.

But this moment, it seemed that the old man was interested in his Flying Sword.

That’s something he couldn’t give away...

In fact, it was because the cultivators who were taught a lesson by Chu Liang yesterday went back and said that their Flying Swords were easily broken by one person. Naturally, they couldn’t admit that their cultivation was bad.

So those people said Chu Liang’s Flying Sword was powerful and exaggerated it as if the Dustless Sword was as potent as the combined top ten in the Ten Thousand Treasures Record.

Uncle Yin checked the broken sword blades and found a tinge of familiar aura...

This hit a nerve for him.

That’s why he tried to enter the eastern city grandly to find the person today.

But in reality, he was looking for the sword.

Chu Liang didn’t understand the inside story, only thinking that Uncle Yin was harboring evil intentions in Python Belly City,

coveting his Dustless Sword.

He immediately thought to himself, "If it wasn’t for my master not being here, would he allow this Old Deng to be so arrogant for so long? He would have snapped his canes long ago!"

Now he even dared to plot against my treasure.

So Chu Liang decided not to give him what he wanted, and said: "Senior, it’s not that I’m stingy. But I’ve been relying on this one Flying Sword for all these years of cultivation. It’s not easy to just lend it to others."

Uncle Yin frowned slightly, "No room for negotiation?"

Chu Liang understood his threat and smiled: "Why don’t we do it this way, let’s follow the rules of Python Belly City and have a duel."

"Huh?" Uncle Yin stared at Chu Liang’s face.

"I’m alone; you send out three people to have individual fights with me. As long as I lose one round, I will hand over the Flying Sword. If you lose, please return the same way you came, and no one from Sun Moon Tower is allowed to step foot in the eastern city within a year!"

Facing a multitude from the Sun Moon Tower, Chu Liang alone was fearless. With a smile on his face, he actively challenged them.

Uncle Yin looked at him and gently nodded: "Well done, truly young and sharp, we’ll do as you say!"