True Solution of the Sword Dao
Chapter 219 - 210: Contest 2

Chapter 219: Chapter 210: Contest 2

Inside the room,

a middle-aged man typing on a laptop had just finished a session and picked up the coffee next to him to take a sip when suddenly a tremor occurred.

The coffee almost splashed out and stained his clothes. The man also coughed hurriedly. He quickly put down the cup.

In each room, in each compartment, everyone felt a tremor. But it quickly returned to calm.

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Inside a private room.

A large round table was covered with various dishes—stir-fries, soups, roasts, and more, seemingly covering all sorts of cuisines.

At the edge of the table full of dishes, there was only a small figure sitting there. Her black hair draped over her shoulders, slightly curled up at the sides into two knots. The strands of hair trailed down. She wore a close-fitting black silk coat, which gleamed faintly under the light.

Knock, Knock, Knock...

After a gentle knocking, a waiter walked into the room with a tray.

"Your abalone and morel mushrooms."

"Mhm," the little girl quietly acknowledged.

The waiter glanced at the dishes on the table and placed the plate in the last empty spot.

"Please enjoy."

The door of the private room closed. Everything was serene again.

The little girl sat quietly, her large eyes devoid of any ripples.

Hummm...

A faint vibration suddenly occurred and stopped instantly.

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Blood slowly trickled down Wu Haiyi’s face and dripped to the floor with a soft sound. Numerous thin orange ribbons surrounded him, resembling countless fluttering orange streamers. However, they seemed much dimmer than before.

"The Bloody Hand, truly worthy of being once among the top ten fiercest warriors."

Opposite him, The Bloody Hand’s arm was also drenched in blood, the red liquid mingling indistinguishably with the crimson gloves.

"I admit, you are strong. Your combat power merits this recognition. Merciless Orange truly lives up to its name," The Bloody Hand said, his seaweed-like hair also tainted with tinges of blood-red. His body was covered in torn wounds, yet strangely, there was no scent of blood.

"It’s an honor to be acknowledged by The Bloody Hand," Wu Haiyi said calmly. "Continuing this fight is pointless. You are already grievously wounded, and in this condition, you are no better than I in strength. If we continue, even if I die, you too would be gravely injured."

The Bloody Hand remained silent.

"Moreover, there are other strong warriors waiting in the dark, stalking their prey. Aren’t you going to give up yet?" Wu Haiyi said solemnly.

The Bloody Hand’s expression darkened: "I don’t have much time left. The Divine Artifact part is my last chance." That was the sorrow of old Dream Eaters; their combat power was strong, but they did not possess the prolonged lifespans of Inner World warriors.

Wu Haiyi was silent for a while, about to speak.

Hisss!

A teal streak suddenly outlined a trajectory across the golden hall, heading straight for Wu Haiyi.

His expression changed. He hadn’t seen where this teal came from, but his reaction was extremely quick as countless orange ribbons instantly met it.

A slight noise, like the sound of a knife piercing paper.

Wu Haiyi suddenly sidestepped.

The teal color brushed past him. A woman’s muffled grunt was faintly heard.

"Teal Snake, even you dare to vie for the part!" The Bloody Hand shouted angrily, swinging his hand furiously. The front half disappeared, instantly appearing right in front of the teal.

Thump!

Like the sound of a knife stabbing into wood. The teal instantly dispersed, slipping away through numerous door gaps. The Bloody Hand’s hand also quickly retracted.

"You see, there are definitely not just one powerful being like Teal Snake," Wu Haiyi said lightly.

"I’ve said it, hand over the part or die!" The Bloody Hand stated firmly.

Wu Haiyi was silent for a moment.

Finally, he said, "Alright, I agree. The part is yours."

He decisively removed the ring from his right hand and threw it vigorously towards The Bloody Hand.

With a snap, the latter caught it precisely.

For the loss of the part, Wu Haiyi did not feel sorry at all.

"Actually, for our Wu Family, this Divine Artifact part, apart from providing a bit of the Power of True Lies to slightly enhance our strength, brings no other benefits, only detriments. Without it, we wouldn’t become the focal point of all forces. With the strength of my Wu Family, without the burden of the Divine Artifact part, others’ attention wouldn’t focus on us, and our development would be much faster. The five Artifact Families, hmph, they sound prestigious. But you will soon understand the immense pressure they bear."

"So, you’re intentionally giving up this divine artifact component?" Red Hand examined the authenticity of the diamond on the ring. "Indeed, it contains the Power of True Lies."

"Exactly. With the strength of the six branches of the Wu Family, no, even with just the current five, we would still be the top force in the Hua Nation’s Dream World. Without the divine artifact component, we would actually be freer." Wu Haiyi said calmly.

"Then why don’t you use it as a bargaining chip to attract strong allies? Don’t tell me you didn’t plan on that?" Red Hand asked.

"Is that possible? There is an agreement among the five major Artifact Families. We must manage and protect the artifact components generation after generation. If we openly give up the artifact component, we will face questioning and suppression from other families. Letting others struggle to take it away means it’s not our fault for not protecting it, but that the enemy is too strong to defend against. The responsibility is not on us," Wu Haiyi explained.

"Then why are you telling me all this now?"

"It’s the same as telling other strong figures in the shadows. The Wu Family no longer has the divine artifact component. So, we are no longer adversaries. This also shows the sincerity of the Wu Family." Wu Haiyi smiled.

Boom!!

A burst of crimson flames suddenly hit Red Hand. Just as a small flame started to burn on him, it was instantly drowned out and extinguished by numerous red lights. Red Hand’s face changed, just about to secure the ring.

But it was too late.

A chubby figure harshly collided with him, amidst furious roars.

The ring was immediately thrown high into the air.

"Mine!!" The chubby man roared as he lunged for the ring.

"Seeking death!!"

Red Hand was furious, a bright red glow emanating from his hand.

Suddenly, a droplet of water directly flew across, striking the ring and sending it flying precisely into someone’s hand.

"Thanks, fatty." The person was the handsome young man from before, who had once been easily defeated by the chubby man.

As he spoke, the man instantly melted into a pool of water and flowed through the gap under a door, disappearing.

"Chase!!"

The chubby man, with agility that belied his bulky size, chased after the direction of the water flow. His speed was so fast, it was almost like a ball of flesh flying.

Red Hand was even more furious, as the ring he had almost secured had flown away.

He also chased after it. His speed was also fast, with a wild distortion of red light behind him, clearly preparing to use his trump card.

Then, a streak of blue also flew past the corner.

The entire golden hall suddenly quieted down. All surrounding things twisted briefly and returned to their normal state as if nothing had happened.

Wu Haiyi took a deep breath, gently wiping the fresh blood off his face as the wound quickly healed. Nearby, Wu Junxi and Wu Shijie had disappeared without a trace. Dream Eaters, when killed in someone else’s dream world, would have their bodies completely consumed by others, turning into part of their strength with no remains left. This is the brutal and bloody law of the survival of the fittest among Dream Eaters.

"That was close, I didn’t expect that old guy Red Hand to show up. He was still in the United States the day before yesterday, and now he is here in the Capital City," Wu Haiyi muttered softly.

He looked around to make sure all lurkers had left, then quickly opened the door behind him and stepped into the corridor. A waiting waitress greeted him with a smiled.

"Sir, is this your cellphone?"

Wu Haiyi smiled and nodded. "Yes, thanks for your effort." He pulled out a stack of red bills and stuffed them into the waitress’s pocket.

"Not at all," the waitress’s smile broadened.

Wu Haiyi picked up his cellphone and walked swiftly down the corridor, soon stepping out through the side door of the hotel.

Just as he left the hotel, the dream space that Red Hand had enveloped around the hotel completely dissipated.

"Finally left," Wu Haiyi sighed. "Red Hand, severely injured and near death, and still so strong! These damn old guys are too monstrous!"

He quickly moved along the edge of the hotel, slipping into a small alley, and confidently zigzagged through, familiar with the terrain.

This time he had brought only Wu Junxi and Wu Shijie, the two strongest Combat Powers of the orange section, but it played its role. At least it managed to injure Red Hand, which was an unexpected gain. Initially, he had no expectations for these two.

Running swiftly, a thin layer of evil aura wrapped around him, making the occasional passers-by utterly unable to see Wu Haiyi.

After running a distance, he finally began to slow down. Ahead, he could feel the massive evil aura of the Wu Family’s Dream Eater camp. He felt a bit more at ease.

"Heh heh." He lightly took out a silver ring, embedded with a small, sparkling diamond.

"Fight over it, everyone go after it! That fake drew away all these so-called strong figures. I handed over the item to Red Hand in front of so many people. If they find it’s fake, let them go to Red Hand, maybe he hid it," Wu Haiyi smiled proudly. Here, he finally felt a bit relieved. He was almost at the Wu Family’s main base.

His mission was perfectly accomplished.

Along the narrow alley, the bustling street lay ahead.

"Past this road is the Wu Family’s stronghold," Wu Haiyi relaxed internally.

Across the street, in front of a cold drink stall.

"Your fried ice." The lady owner placed a plate of stir-fried ice on the table. White cold air slowly steamed up.

A slender figure sat silently at the table. The Black Longsword rested steadily on the table. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to Qidian to vote recommend tickets, and Monthly Tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)