Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 845 - 83: Master and Renowned Constable (6,000 words)_2

Chapter 845 -83: Master and Renowned Constable (6,000 words)_2

Wang Anfeng took in the expressions of the two people, his own expression unchanging, yet inwardly he secretly relaxed, repeatedly thinking it was fortunate, fortunate.

A man knows his own affairs best; this old man probably thought his martial arts were indeed unfathomable and effortlessly resolved the probing. But in fact, this moment of adaptability had already used his true masterful skill, just barely managing to avoid showing any flaw.

Just now, taking that move head-on left Wang Anfeng’s own meridians with slight aching pain, truly unable to bear the massive Qi mechanism that surged forward during the Yin-Yang transition. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

It’s known among martial artists’ cultivation that the further one progresses, the greater the differences become; Fifth Rank and Fourth Rank are already worlds apart.

During the probing earlier, if he acted according to his actual cultivation and dodged, he would certainly have been able to evade it. Yet doing so would have exposed him, allowing the old man before him to notice the discrepancy; at that time, mutual probing would result in losing the plan to casually leave an imprint, directly transforming into a situation of life-and-death struggle between both sides.

That truly would be an unprofitable deal.

As thoughts turned in his mind, his expression remained profoundly mysterious, internally sighing.

If not for martial artists at this level, having many entanglements and somewhat reliant on status, unwilling to start fighting like street thugs without saying much, otherwise, he would have already been exposed.

The third master’s saying that antagonists die from overthinking wasn’t wrong.

While he secretly gave thanks on this side, the opposite side didn’t feel the same way.

Especially the young man there; hearing the old man start to speak, knowing the latter had already brought out true skills, after that he’d have to throw out the trump card and go at the opponent for their lives. But such methods, the opponent merely tapping his fingers could block them.

Coupled with Wang Anfeng’s sudden appearance and the dazzling thunder’s might in the night two days ago, the young man felt the pressure growing increasingly intense. Today, it was difficult to escape; for a moment his mind was disheartened.

The old man opposite Wang Anfeng showed vigilance, unwilling to make a move first. Because he couldn’t find the right timing, he couldn’t escape, so he could only confront Wang Anfeng and speak up first, slowly saying aimless words to divert Wang Anfeng’s attention.

Wang Anfeng was happy to delay time like this, playing with him, and when confronted with cunning words or having the possibility of revealing useful information, he mimicked Master Ying, slightly raising his chin, coldly smiling without speaking, making the opponent unsure of his intentions.

Time passed minute by minute.

The tall old man’s face twitched slightly, uncertain of the intentions of the man before him, watching the sky beginning to brighten after another hour, knowing this place after all was the opponent’s territory. Although the man before his eyes was a Grandmaster, it was untold whether he was a shameless character intending to draw a crowd of Central Plains masters to catch them all in one net.

Originally thought it was a simple task, he hadn’t expected to run into such a big trouble. Thinking about this, the old man’s heart rose in overwhelming anger, not towards Wang Anfeng or the young man nearby, but the person who instigated him to come here.

With thoughts turning, knowing he could no longer delay, having cultivated to this realm, he didn’t lack decisiveness. The old man sighed slightly, his demeanor changing again, looking at Wang Anfeng, calmly saying:

“Sir naturally knows, so why ask again? Wasting so much time.”

Wang Anfeng’s internal alarm bells rang, no longer hesitating, and invoked the spirit of the wooden sword behind him. Yet his face remained composure, smiling as he tapped the armrest, leisurely said:

“Why?”

“It’s naturally to watch the show.”

The old man raised his white eyebrows, saying: “Watch the show?”

Wang Anfeng smiled and said:

“To watch a Fourth Rank martial artist, a half-step Grandmaster, perform a solo act, truly interesting.”

“Just lacking a pot of yellow wine, a dish of small snacks, then I could watch till dawn.”

The old man was momentarily stunned by his words, then immediately grew furious; the person before him had compared him to a lowly performer. In shocked anger, he had the urge to leave, and he no longer hesitated, raising his hand to send forth a palm strike.

This move had no concealment; a Qi mechanism pulling from the jade pendant at his waist grew vast and boundless, even the heavens twisted into phenomena; stars floated, vaguely rotating centered around Beichen.

This move was exceedingly fast; Wang Anfeng had merely acquired Grandmaster skills, yet his reactive ability remained at the Fifth Rank realm, entirely unable to respond in time; that palm had already struck his chest. Fortunately, he had long invoked the wooden sword’s Qi mechanism at the vital spot.

This palm force was like wind and thunder, crashing right into his heart; the Qi mechanism didn’t pour in, being entirely absorbed by the wooden sword, failing to harm him in the slightest degree, merely causing his breath to swell, shaking Wang Anfeng’s sleeve flow, black hair flying.

The old man’s entire Qi mechanism was exhausted without any effect, his inner shock needn’t be mentioned; breathing techniques sounded like thunder starting on flat ground, endlessly prolonged. Just as he was about to unleash another move, he suddenly felt an ache, spreading and continually expanding.

Even with his level of martial arts, he couldn’t quite bear it, shocked and angry, fearing the opponent had further hidden hands. Immediately gathering himself, he rapidly retreated, crashing through the roof, grabbing the young man swept outside the door by the vigorous Qi, ascending into the clouds, stepping higher toward the heavens.

That fatigue feeling dissipated somewhat as the cold autumn night wind blew; the old man glanced back and saw the figure still sitting on the wooden chair amid the faint moonlight, fingers gently tapping the armrest, with a semblance of smiling non-smiling looking at him. Profoundly mysterious indeed, his heart arose in numerous fears, letting out a long roar.

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