Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1033: Scorn from the Capital’s Number One Playboy
Upon hearing his words, the corners of the mouths of Huayue and the others twitched simultaneously. Even an outsider could see the resemblance between their "young master" and someone effeminate upon first glance, though they had never noticed it. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
Although what he said was indeed the truth, Huayue and the others knew this guy was doomed and about to face serious trouble.
"Draw your sword!" Han Yan remained serene, showing no anger.
"Alright, since you deliberately seek death, I’ll grant your wish." Long Ya slowly pulled out his longsword from his back.
"Long Ya, don’t be reckless." The leader looked deeply at Han Yan, furrowing his brow, and said gravely.
Judging from the indistinct aura around Han Yan, his strength seemed not very strong, yet faced with Han Yan’s calmness as deep as an abyss, he felt a vague unease in his heart.
"Who is this guy, truly bold and spirited?" someone curious inquired nearby.
Within Fang Family’s Workshop bustling daily, not everyone recognized Han Yan.
"If I didn’t mistake him, he appears to be Han Yan from the Mu Family," someone with good observation replied.
"First Playboy of the Capital, Han Yan?" Many gasped in surprise.
The title of the First Playboy of the Capital was indeed famous, but in the minds of many, he was merely a spoiled rich kid who bullied the weak, leaving them astounded that he dared to stand up in such a moment.
"Unexpectedly, this rich playboy shows some grit." Someone remarked with surprise.
"Although his reputation is a bit tarnished, he’s worthy of being a disciple of the Mu Family, still knowing to uphold the dignity of Anyun Country." Persons nearby praised.
"Perhaps he’s merely ignorant of the real world, accustomed to bullying in the Capital, thinking he’s all-powerful, disregarding the heroes of the world," some doubted.
"Hmm, that’s possible. These noble young lords rely on their families’ support and often look down upon others, perhaps seeking fame and fortune in this opportunity," someone agreed.
"If he truly harbors such intentions, this time he might be in for a rude awakening. The opponent is a citizen of Shangyue Country, possibly even from a noble family, who may not care about the Mu Family. He’s likely in for trouble." Of course, there were also those who took joy in others’ misfortune.
The crowd whispered among themselves, discussing Han Yan’s actions with mixed opinions. However, they unanimously agreed that as a rich playboy, Han Yan’s strength might allow him to bully others, but attempting to bully those from Shangyue Country was bound to backfire. Consequently, their gaze toward Han Yan carried a layer of pity.
While they were debating, Long Ya had already raised his sword high and fiercely slashed towards Han Yan.
As Sword Light passed by, the air seemed to tear open, revealing a distorted transparent tunnel, accompanied by a heart-stopping whistling sound.
Despite reaching the pinnacle of disdain for Han Yan, he showed no mercy in action, and the power unleashed by this sword rivaled the previous one.
All around, everyone’s faces showed signs of shock.
The Mu Family’s big playboy was valued and recalled by the Zong Family because of some talent and strength, but he was still too young, no matter how strong, how could he withstand such a fierce sword?
"Be careful!" Though having no sympathy for him, the duel concerned Anyun Country’s honor, so whether they liked him or not, they didn’t wish for Han Yan to be defeated too miserably, and thus they couldn’t help but cry out in alarm.
However, as they shouted, Han Yan was already striking out with a sword head-on.
Crazy! This rich playboy must be lunatic, aware of the opponent’s formidable Sword Force yet daring to face it directly!
Everyone’s expressions were dim, as if they were witnessing Han Yan ending up like the previous Second Rank swordsman, pathetically being struck away by a sword.
"Boom" as the swords collided, a thunderous sound erupted, and a figure was already sent flying heavily.
"Indeed ending so, usually relying on family backing to behave arrogantly, self-absorbed, now tasting bitter... bitter..." Seeing the result, someone shook their head in regret, but before finishing the word ’suffering,’ it choked in the throat, unable to utter the last word.
Shockingly, the one sent flying wasn’t Han Yan, but the arrogant and domineering Shangyue powerhouse—Long Ya!
How could this be possible, how could this be! Everyone was left stunned and speechless.
Everything happened so swiftly, they were preoccupied mourning for the rich playboy Mu in silence, hardly capturing how that sword swung out, and Long Ya was already thrown far away.
"Impossible, how can you possess such strength!" Long Ya fell heavily to the ground but promptly got up, staring at Han Yan in disbelief.
"Weak and negligible!" Han Yan arrogantly glanced at him and said contemptuously.
His demeanor and gaze perfectly mirrored those of Long Ya moments ago.
"Ah..." Enraged by Han Yan’s disparaging gaze, Long Ya roared furiously and rushed forward once again.
"Boom" with another thunderous crash, Long Ya was again sent flying, along with his sword, by Han Yan’s forceful strike.
As the sound resonated, the hearts of all present involuntarily trembled.
This time, they finally saw clearly how Han Yan executed the strike. Lifting the sword, advancing, long slash! It was just that simple, without any frills or even any swordsmanship to be seen.
To be precise, Long Ya’s aggressive sword wasn’t as simplistic as it appeared; it contained subtle techniques, fully unleashing his own Qi, and thus enabling such an unstoppable strike.
Whereas Han Yan’s strike seemed devoid of any technique, straightforward, clean and crisp.
Suppression, this was absolute strength suppression. In the face of overwhelming power, sophisticated sword techniques often become a ridiculous farce, unless one is capable like the Guiyu Clan, executing refined techniques far beyond one’s realm, but this was evidently not the case.
"Coming back for more?" Han Yan looked at Long Ya indifferently and said, his gaze likened to a butcher holding a sharp knife staring at a weak lamb ready to be slaughtered.
Contempt, this was authentic contempt.
Under Han Yan’s seemingly indifferent yet profoundly contemptuous gaze, Long Ya felt all his dignity trampled beneath someone’s feet.
"Kill!" After being struck twice by Han Yan, Long Ya’s chest heaved violently, his face turned deep red, evidently suffering substantial internal organ damage, yet he roared furiously and charged once more.
