Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 300 - 10 Testing (2/2)
In Xi Dingzhou City, Wang Anfeng walked slowly.
This time, he did not conceal his true appearance, nor did he hide his affiliation with the Giant Whale Gang. While relying on the power of his sect to dominate Jianghu was hardly a commendable act, the existence of the gang indeed helped reduce many troubles.
Unfortunately, the place where Meng Yuexue was spotted was right here in Xi Ding Zhou City.
If it were in North Martial State, he could have relied on the influence of Gongsun Jing’s Giant Whale Gang and wouldn’t have to be as constrained as now.
While pondering, Wang Anfeng had already turned down a street.
A few hundred meters further was his courtyard.
A noisy clamor reached his ears.
In front of the usually quiet courtyard, around a dozen young men around eighteen or nineteen, cursing maliciously, were holding sheathed broadswords, knocking and smashing at Wang Anfeng’s courtyard gate, their mouths filled with foul language that was unbearable to hear.
The surrounding folks pointed and commented, seemingly discontent, but due to the fear of the weapons in the hands of the youths, they didn’t dare to step forward, thus allowing them to run amok.
Wang Anfeng slightly paused his steps, curiously watching the youths from a distance.
Thugs?
Coincidence, or a test?
Hmm... their Qi Force was noticeably depleted, seemingly not even Ninth Grade?
A pair of black eyes watched those scruffy hooligans quietly, thought for a moment, then turned around and left without approaching.
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Xie Fei gulped down the turbid wine from the skin and shouted loudly,
"Put some muscle into it, smash harder!"
"I damn want to see if he doesn’t come out... If we do this job well, everyone will get paid!"
The surrounding ruffians raised their voices enthusiastically, smashing with increasing vigor.
At a window seat in a tavern not far away, a figure dressed in black with a hat sat looking down at the people below, his gaze sharp as frost. Opposite him sat a mild-faced middle-aged man in gray, also watching below, and said,
"Do you think these thugs can probe anything out?"
"With these guys’ martial arts, they’re as useless as rotten cucumbers and stinky cabbages. Any random person by the old master could clean them up within thirty moves."
The man in black turned his head and said indifferently,
"Quite a lot."
The man in gray raised his eyebrows and said,
"Oh?"
"Please enlighten me, Brother Zhao."
The man in black, his gaze piercing through the sheer fabric hanging from his hat, continued indifferently,
"The angle of their attacks, the styles they’re proficient in, the nature of a martial artist."
"The outcome of a confrontation."
"The life and death in a fight."
His words carried a subtle hint of murderous intent.
The murderous intent grew stronger.
The man in gray felt a chill, perceiving the young man before him as an unsheathed blade, its sharpness unbearable to confront, causing his scalp to tingle. He involuntarily stepped back and exclaimed in admiration,
"Impressive..."
"I can’t see it myself."
Mr. Zhao picked up his cup and took a sip, saying lightly,
"That’s because you are not a martial artist."
At that moment, his expression became stern as he suddenly said,
"Here they come."
The middle-aged man across from him was startled and turned his head to look. Indeed, he saw the figure of Wang Anfeng appearing on the street. Just as he was about to praise, he saw the young man neither stepping forward nor making a move but instead gesturing towards the back. Then, seven or eight constables clad in Vermilion Clothes, with swords at their waists and a ferocious grin, pounced toward those ruffians like starved tigers.
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The smile on the middle-aged man’s face froze. When the cries and howls reached his ears, his eyes slightly widened in bewilderment.
"What... what’s going on here?"
"This isn’t what you said before..."
The man instinctively turned his head toward the enigmatic black-clothed martial artist, only to find that the latter’s expression also seemed a bit blank, clearly not expecting the scene unfolding before them.
On the street.
Wang Anfeng held a bag of Snowflake Fruits in one hand and casually tossed one into his mouth, chewing contentedly with slightly squinted eyes, resembling a crescent moon.
Snowflake Fruit was a popular snack in the northern regions of Great Qin, made from large, round, hawthorn red fruits coated with cooked syrup, sweet yet slightly sour, often found in the streets and alleys during autumn and winter, quenching thirst and beloved by children.
The unruly ruffians from earlier had already been subdued by the constables summoned by Wang Anfeng, except for the ringleader, whose skills were quite good and who was extremely alert, seeing the constable charging towards him, he instantly threw the wine flask he held in front and took off running.
It seemed he was using all the strength he had, as the following constables could not catch up for a while, even seeing the distance between them widening, Wang Anfeng slightly tilted his head, spat out a hawthorn seed, and with his right hand hidden by his side, his forefinger slightly bent, suddenly flicked out a stream of Vigorous Qi.
The constables on the streets of Xi Dingzhou City were nothing compared to those in Fufeng City; being ordinary martial artists without any classification, Xie Fei was about to escape when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his right knee, immediately causing half of his body to become numb. With a cry of pain, he violently fell to the ground.
This sudden fall caught him off guard, leaving him disoriented on the ground for quite some time before he attempted to crawl forward, only to be halted by a heavy constable who came rushing at him, bellowing as he leaped into the air.
The next moment, at least two hundred pounds of fat body heavily crushed onto his back.
The constable’s body fat jiggled, seeming to utter a sigh of contentment, while Xie Fei seemed to hear his own spine cracking in that instant, his face turning pale, he opened his mouth, displaying a look of despair, and said:
"Mother’s legacy..."
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At the wine house above, the Zhao-surnamed martial artist watched everything happening below, his face hidden behind a bamboo hat turning pale for a moment before he snorted coldly, stood up, and strode outside.
The man in grey clothes opened his mouth but failed to make a sound to keep him.
Wang Anfeng watched the constables escorting the troublemaking ruffians away and flicked another Snowflake Fruit into his mouth, chewing as he watched the smashed door and said:
"Forget it, find a carpenter..."
He shook his head and turned to walk in another direction.
On the busy street, a man in black clothes and a bamboo hat, blending into the crowd, walked against Wang Anfeng’s direction, and just as they brushed past each other, he seemed unintendedly to bump into the young man.
This collision was extremely swift and abrupt, his shoulder like a bladeless edge, sharply hitting Wang Anfeng, making the young man stagger nearly throwing out the oil paper package he held, and took two steps back before stabilizing himself.
In an unguarded moment, one’s mastery of martial arts truly shows.
The man in black’s eyes flickered slightly, drawing several conclusions in his heart.
"Lacking in External Cultivation..."
"Unsteady lower stance, presumably ordinary in Qinggong."
Meanwhile, in a spot invisible to him, to maintain balance, Wang Anfeng’s right hand at his side swiftly pulled out a series of illusions, very fast yet completely silent, as he flicked open three Jade Vases in the blink of an eye.
Three kinds of invisible powders mixed and vibrated, then with a flick of his wrist and a slight bend of his forefinger, Wang Anfeng cleverly merged the three different powders with a stream of Qi force, carrying the powders to the hem of the black-clothed man’s garment.
Colorless and odorless, leaving no trace whatsoever.
The brief crossing of their paths was over in a flash, to the onlookers it seemed merely like two pedestrians accidentally colliding, a quite common sight hardly worth a second glance.
The man in black clothes did not even apologize but continued on his way swiftly.
Wang Anfeng paused, turning his head to watch the man’s receding figure, his eyes calm like a deep lake reflecting the man’s silhouette.
An air of profound solitude, as if standing alone in this world.
He flicked the last Snowflake Fruit into his mouth, teeth biting down, then casually turned around.
According to Mr. Ying, was this what "a bare hook with no bait" meant?
Let those willing come forth.
Teeth biting down on the fruit.
The young man’s body stiffened, his face suddenly twisting.
The previously profound and lake-like ambiance disappeared entirely, Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth, forcefully swallowing the sour fruit, then grimaced and said:
"Wow, that’s sour..."
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