Free Web NovelChapter 1157: Chapter 369: In the Midst of Storm (Extra for Alliance Hierarch Lai Pi Bu Huai!)
Jiang Wang walked past with a face of calm indifference, casually expressing anticipation, yet he didn’t even bother to ask for the name of the man from Summer Country.
Truly a great nation’s hero, such arrogance, not taking the person into consideration at all.
This made the group from Summer Country so angry that their eyes almost spouted fire, yet they could only stand by and watch. No matter what, they couldn’t possibly start a fight with Jiang Wang in the spectator stands.
Lord Jiang had a look of haughty arrogance on his face, but in reality, he had already quietly sent a message to Qiao Lin, "Who was that person just now?"
Qiao Lin was a talkative fellow and correspondingly, had a rich source of intelligence. He could be called Qi Country’s "know-it-all."
"The person is the pride of the Touch Clan from the noble families of Summer Country, named Touch Mercy," Qiao Lin replied through a message.
"Oh, is that so," Jiang Wang said with an expressionless face.
In fact, he had already secretly decided to specifically watch Touch Mercy’s battle later.
This is called dominating your opponent in spirit, while taking them seriously in combat.
This indeed is the path to victory.
Jiang Wang chose an empty seat in the stands and sat down. The ten Heavenly Cover Soldiers that came with him spread out and sat down around him, forming a circle, ensuring he was guarded in the middle.
The group occupied a noticeably large area, exuding quite the air of visible arrogance.
Jiang Wang still wasn’t quite comfortable with this dominating and bossy young master attitude, so he forcibly pulled Qiao Lin to sit beside him.
His main task was actually to act as a "storyteller," helping to introduce the various heroes.
Qiao Lin was also very astute, having already obtained today’s competition list in advance. He selected and explained to Jiang Wang which contenders should not be underestimated and which battles were more important to watch.
Eight arenas were hosting competitions simultaneously, and each battle on them was splendid, offering more than the eye could follow.
Even with Jiang Wang’s current level of insight, it was difficult for him to discern the strengths and weaknesses at a glance. He could only combine Qiao Lin’s explanations with the contestants’ affiliations to their respective country’s powers, make a rough selection, then observe the situation on the field to determine which battles he should pay close attention to.
The valiant soldiers standing like sculptures near the various arenas, carrying three golden throwing spears on their backs, were none other than members of the Jing Bajia’s Divine Strategy Army.
Jing Bajia, whose might shook the Central Region, included the Dou E and Divine Strategy Armies, both commanded by the Royal Family of Jinguo.
Prior to the main event of the Yellow River Gathering, maintaining order during the duel, were also members of the Divine Strategy Army.
Jiang Wang did not pay much attention to them, but focused all his attention on the field.
In each battle, he practiced the secret technique "Dream Order" in his mind, inserting himself into the place of the dueling contenders, rehearsing the responses he would make in those moments, and then compared them to the actions of the heroes currently clashing.
Seeing whose responses were more clever, why the fighters on the field chose their actions, and what preparation each move laid ground for...
This was extremely interesting.
Sometimes his responses were completely different from the cultivators on the field, but after two or three exchanges, they ended up with the same outcome. At other times, his responses were better, and sometimes the fighters’ choices on the field were so impressive...
Truly fascinating.
Heroes from countries across the land clashed here, gathering momentum, stirring the hearts and minds of the spectators.
There were Confucian scholars whose brush flew across the paper, with ink marks leaping off the page, forming birds and beasts of a hundred different forms, each technique elegant and graceful.
There were those who controlled mechanical beasts, charging and smashing through the ranks, swords and sabers inflicting no damage, swallowing gold and spitting fire, with an awe-inspiring might.
There were warriors whose murderous aura was like a tornado, their blades unfurling like flags across the battlefield, charging forward like horses trampling mountain passes, immersing someone alone in the atmosphere of the battlefield.
There were cultivators whose swords performed all four seasons, spring rains and winter snows alternating, causing the Longing sword in the sheath to tremble continuously.
There were individuals who reversed their daggers, their bodies like the wild wind; when the wind rose, the battle began. When the wind ceased, the victor was already decided...
Utterly thrilling.
Jiang Wang’s gaze was unblinking.
Seeing the majesty of Long River, one senses its vastness, and feels its vigorous essence, almost wishing to draw one’s sword and let out a heroic cry.
Setting foot on Guanhe Platform, observing the changes of ancient and modern times, experiencing the flow of years like a song, feeling what it means to be great.
To watch the heroes of the world is to be in the midst of greatness!
...
While Jiang Wang was engrossed in the battles taking place,
From the south of the "Pillar of the Six Unions," a group of people walked in.
Leading them was a middle-aged man in white clothes, exceptionally handsome.
Several seemingly distinguished elders chatted and laughed around him, subconsciously staying half a step behind.
The only woman walking shoulder to shoulder with him had a light veil over her face, and those overly clean eyes casually swept over the surroundings...
Then she saw Jiang Wang.
It was impossible not to notice him.
The vast circular stands were filled with countless people.
But no one was as attention-grabbing as this guy.
Traveling alone, he was flanked by ten Guards.
Nine guards were positioned around him, with one guard closely protecting him.
In total, eleven people occupied dozens of seats in front and behind them!
Those guards each wore a stern expression, making no effort to conceal their menacing aura.
In other places, such swagger might not be too conspicuous.
But here at Guanhe Platform, during the time of a great gathering, where heroes from all over converge.
Not many would have the audacity to act in such a manner.
On closer consideration, only the favored youths from the six most powerful nations could afford to do so. Naturally, these nations possessed the privilege to look down upon the rest of the world.
Aside from this guy...
No other favored youth of the six most powerful nations had shown the slightest interest in this selection competition. Consequently, he stood out all the more.
Beneath her veil, she couldn’t help but purse her lips with a smile.
She had seen him draw his sword against his foes, fearless and valiant.
She had seen him be patient and gentle while pampering his younger sister.
She had seen him with white hair cascading down, walking alone from Baixue Mountain...
She had witnessed his downfall, as well as his resolve.
It was only now... that she saw him for the first time being so ostentatious, so extravagantly "showy."
While she wasn’t fond of those who flaunted their prowess, since she knew he wasn’t like that, she found this "arrogance" somewhat rare and hence, amusing. freewēbnoveℓ.com
Watching him surrounded by a circle of fierce soldiers, occupying a significant portion of the stands, he indeed was quite an eye-catcher. freewebnσvel.cøm
Yet upon closer inspection, one could see his intense focus.
Clearly, his attention was wholly on the Martial Arts Field, with not a sliver of interest in reveling in this "show of force."
Abruptly, her wrist tightened.
Her father, who had been discussing cooperation with the leaders of some smaller countries, had grabbed her hand.
Guiding her toward the right side of the stands.
A voice resonated in her ear, "I know you underestimate Zhuang Gaoxian’s choices, but let’s keep things separate. Zhuang Gaoxian himself, capable of slaying Han Yin, is no less skilled than I am. Even more so, if he hadn’t risked a dangerous battle in Yong Country and ended up seriously injured, he might have achieved Dongzhen not much later than I did."
Ye Lingxiao, who was jovially conversing with a few elders, transmitted his voice into his darling daughter’s ears, "Although we don’t need to fear them, there’s no need to slap their faces. We can protect Jiang Anan, but it’s best not to do so openly... So, don’t look at him.
In such matters, Ye Qingyu was very obedient.
As such, she obediently withdrew her gaze and shifted her attention to the competition on the Martial Arts Field.
How captivating must the fight be that captured his full attention, she wondered?
...
As if sensing something, Jiang Wang suddenly "pulled" his gaze from the battle and lifted his eyes toward the right.
Instantly, his vision brightened—it was Fellow Daoist Ye!
Even though the charming Ye Lingxiao was nearby, he was certain in his recognition, not because of Ye Lingxiao but because he instantly identified Ye Qingyu.
He recognized those clear eyes and was no stranger to that veil!
Joy filled Jiang Wang’s heart, and he was about to rise and greet her when a cold voice suddenly resounded in his ear—
"In order to protect your sister from being discovered by the Monarch and court of Zhuang Country, you’d better stop staring at my daughter."
In such a setting, only a True Man leading a transmitted voice could ensure such secrecy.
The favored youth of Daqi, Someone Jiang, felt a flush of heat across his face and transmitted back, "True Man Ye, you misunderstand, I, I wasn’t staring..."
Ye Lingxiao’s dismissive snort cut him off swiftly, "It’d better not be! Focus on your bout!"
