Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 844 - 83: Master and Renowned Detective (6000 words)
Chapter 844 -83: Master and Renowned Detective (6000 words)
The young man in the room was momentarily stunned upon hearing the words, then almost raised his hand to give himself a hard slap on the face, nearly in tears.
You wanted to see me, and now, have you seen me?
What is this?
A jinx from the Central Plains? If so, it’s too effective.
The white-haired elder remained silent for a moment, then said:
“And you are?”
Wang Anfeng tapped the armrest and smiled:
“Our Central Plains is vast and rich, a land of etiquette.”
The elder squinted his eyes. From the words “Central Plains,” he already guessed that Wang Anfeng probably heard a lot earlier and said:
“Indeed.”
“We admire it.”
Wang Anfeng maintained his composure, smiled unhurriedly, and said:
“In our Central Plains, when inquiring the host’s name, the guest should first present their visiting card and introduce themselves. Otherwise, it would be deemed discourteous.”
The elder shook his head and said calmly:
“My name is unworthy of hearing.”
“I usually herd sheep and hunt. This time, I came to the Central Plains just to witness the grandeur of this vast country. After finally renting a residential house, I was captured by these bandits. I must thank this gentleman for his help.”
“My master and servant will repay in the next life with utmost gratitude…”
Upon hearing these words, the smile on Wang Anfeng’s face almost froze.
The person opposite was clearly playing dumb. Though the elder looked honest and steady, his skill at spouting nonsense was unparalleled under the heavens.
Herding sheep, hunting?
If every shepherd from outside the region had Fourth Rank standards, would the Iron Cavalry of Great Qin not require Third Rank Grandmasters at the outset?
Realizing he couldn’t extract any information, Wang Anfeng fell silent, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his eyes deep, watching the pair, seemingly casual but with inner strength circulating, connecting with the Wooden Sword, ready to act if anything seemed amiss.
Wang Anfeng didn’t ask; the elder didn’t speak either, his eyes looking at his nose, and his nose looking at his heart, like a lifeless stone sculpture.
Knowing full well that there was mutual hostility and murderous intent, yet they had to ‘peacefully’ coexist. The atmosphere in the room was oppressively tense, driving one mad. The luxuriously dressed young man only felt fine sweat continuously seeping from his forehead, and in no time, his back was drenched.
Beside him, a Sixth Rank and a Seventh Rank Martial Artist had already fallen to the ground, their clothes tattered, skin charred black as coal, exuding heat, their life or death unknown.
Probably dead.
The man seated prominently at the top, due to the flickering candlelight, was indistinct to the young man, only giving the impression that although he sat not particularly high, his gaze seemed condescending, his demeanor calm and unhurried.
His right hand was placed on the armrest beside him, seemingly out of habit, with fingers curved, tapping the armrest with a rhythmic, crisp sound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Candlelight flickered.
The white-clothed young man’s breathing suddenly became heavy, then more subtle, and his heartbeat’s rhythm followed, becoming fast and slow in turn, his face turning pale as if soaked in water for an entire day and night, slightly swollen, his expression scattered.
Unable to sit idly any longer, the elder beside stretched out his large palm, pulling the young man behind him, at the same time stepping forward towards the enigmatic man, uttering a deep, ancient tone, akin to a wolf howling at the moon.
Between the two, in the empty space, ripples of qi waves appeared, visible to the naked eye, seemingly thick. The young man, shielded behind the elder, could not see clearly, still felt his breath momentarily choked, unable to breathe.
Wang Anfeng’s tapping on the armrest paused slightly.
He felt a massive pressure descend upon him, compressing his limbs and meridians, suffocating his heart. Having contended with numerous opponents in Shaolin Temple’s Copper Man Lane, he instantly judged that the elder before him should be at Fourth Rank level.
At the very least, on par with Xu Sixing at his peak. Without the aid of a Divine Weapon, he was by no means a match.
The qi from the Divine Weapon had just been depleted once, now only recovering less than thirty percent in the past few days. Having already used a little earlier, facing a Fourth Rank Martial Artist would necessitate Grandmaster techniques, likely arousing suspicion from the other party.
Since the opponent dared to test a ‘Grandmaster’, he must have strong means at hand.
A slight misstep might result in a reverse advantage being taken.
This thought flashed through his mind in an instant, and his facial expression remained unchanged, even smiling slightly.
He practiced the superior outer gate Divine Skills of the Jianghu, with vigorous qi and blood far exceeding peers, having once ingested a three-thousand-year-old Dragon Blood Ginseng with intelligence. The opponent’s move was merely to save someone, not using Full Strength, so he absorbed it entirely with his own skills.
The immense qi mechanism entered his body, flowing through the meridians, then re-circulated using the Principle of Yin Yang taught by the Ancient Taoist, converging into his fingers and lightly tapping down.
The previous tapping used a method from the Medicine King Valley, able to utilize rhythm to affect the opponent’s body, even causing heart veins to break, spitting blood to death. Due to Mr. Ying, the rhythm was quite melodic, akin to playing music.
This time, however, it became suddenly deep and heavy, like a bare-chested strongman striking a bell and drum, the contrast stark. Not only did the young man turn pale, unable to withstand, vomiting blood, and becoming listless.
Even the deeply martial-skilled elder had a slight change in expression, feeling that the method the man used just before was still acceptable, but this time it was tricky. Though it remained exquisite, the inner strength became suddenly more profound, making his heart sink.
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