Free Web NovelChapter 1159: Chapter 370 Murder Is Guilty, Cutting Trees Is Justifiable_2
The elder brother’s mood was indeed quite conflicted.
"Chu Min is up!" Qiao Lin reminded him again with a transmitted message.
This kid was truly clever and very good at understanding the ’upper’ intentions. Such "talent," not even a commander, clearly showed that the Sky-covering Army was very strict, focusing only on true strength and genuine military exploits.
Jiang Wang silently shifted his gaze.
Chu Min, with his withered and sallow face, had just leapt onto the Arena.
Standing opposite him was a youngster wearing a short tunic with crossed collars, his face still showing some childishness.
"He’s a genius from Rong Country. However, before attending this Yellow River Gathering, he wasn’t very famous. His name is... Lin Xian."
Qiao Lin, doing his job as a commentator, said, "It seems that Chu Min’s special tricks can’t be forced out."
Summer Country was a once mighty nation competing for dominance with Qi Country; although it had weakened now, it was still a country of the first rank.
And Rong Country...
When Jiang Wang dealt with the plague spread by Bone Tao in Green Sheep Town, he had learned a little about this neighbor of Yang Country.
Its strength was not far off from Yang Country, but it shivered under the might of Qi Country’s forces. Although it barely managed to maintain its independence, the day when it would submit and become a vassal state to Qi Country was only a matter of time.
Rong Country’s team meeting Summer Country’s team was truly a stroke of bad luck.
Jiang Wang watched Chu Min and Lin Xian, particularly noting Lin Xian’s knife and the hand that gripped it.
Suddenly he sighed and said, "Not necessarily."
Lin Xian’s knife was a firewood-cutter’s blade.
The blade’s head was extremely heavy, the back of the blade was very thick, the edge was extremely sharp, and the wooden handle was about one-third the length of the entire blade.
And Lin Xian’s calloused hands held the wooden handle steadily, without a hint of trembling.
His weather-beaten hands did not seem to match his young, somewhat tender face.
But these hands and this blade were very much in harmony.
Jiang Wang watched them intently, almost feeling as if the hand was an extension of the blade’s handle, and the blade was an extension of the hand.
This close connection was something he was very familiar with.
Because when he held the Longing, he felt the same.
For a man and his blade to be in such harmony, the man’s swordsmanship must be exceptional.
This Lin Xian...
Previously unnoticed, was probably Rong Country’s attempt to make a splash at this Yellow River Gathering.
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Qiao Lin, as part of the elite Sky-covering Army with extensive combat experience, had his own understanding of the outcome of battles.
But he unconditionally believed in Jiang Wang’s judgment.
Instantly, he changed his stance, finding delight in the misfortune of others, and laughed, "So Lin Xian is playing the role of a pig to eat a tiger? Interesting. With Chu Min being so arrogant and careless, he’s likely to stop right here and not even secure a spot in the main competition! Ha ha, people of Summer Country!"
The reason he so firmly believed in Jiang Wang and abruptly changed his stance wasn’t because of Jiang Wang securing a spot in the Yellow River Gathering.
Rather, it was because of Wang Yiwu.
Having defeated all comers in the military and admired by many soldiers, Wang Yiwu had removed the honor of being the very first to reach the Tongtian Environment. Defeated in the Ascending Dragon Realm by Jiang Wang and once again when rising to the Inner Mansion.
This record had shaken Linzi and caused a huge stir in the military.
This was because, in every realm, Wang Yiwu had been dominantly powerful in the military. For the soldiers of Qi Country, defeating Wang Yiwu in the same realm was more convincing than anything else.
Jiang Wang sat upright, resting his hands on his knees, silent. He had already entered "battle," feeling the energy of both sides of the fight. freewēbnoveℓ.com
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On the field, under the gaze of many eyes, Lin Xian held his knife, watching his opponent without moving.
Chu Min quietly met his gaze.
The firewood-cutter’s blade had no sheath; such a heavy blade, with that shape, didn’t need one.
Yet it didn’t seem lonely.
The hand was its support, its source of strength. Intimately connected, working together in harmony.
As the General of the Divine Strategy Army declared the start of the battle.
Lin Xian’s hand was already moving.
His expression remained reserved, with a hint of shyness around strangers.
But when his knife chopped forward, it was as natural as cutting firewood.
Even a tender, shy youngster could exert a lot of force when chopping wood.
Because... killing is a crime, but chopping wood is just.
In his eyes, there was no opponent, only a "tree."
The tree he would return with after cutting firewood.
So this chop was a matter of course.
Extremely heavy and fierce, yet without malice.
And so, this chop was difficult to resist.
At this very moment, a non-metallic, non-wooden cube dropped right in front of the cutting edge of the chopper.
Like a predetermined encounter.
Clang!
As the firewood-cutter’s blade chopped the cube, it bloomed like a flower bud.
Suddenly expanding, metallic fingers reached out and grabbed the blade!
At the same time, the trunk, head, legs, and another hand... unfolded one by one.
This was a mechanical puppet, as tall as a common man, with terrifying defensive power, capable of catching a blade barehanded. And it wasn’t just any blade; it was one so heavy and fierce.
Judging from the precision of the unarmed blade catch, the preset combat methods of this mechanical puppet were likely no less than a hundred sets.
Its reactions were more direct and tougher than those of the average Inner Mansion Realm expert. Lacking the sensation of life and death, it naturally had more choices!
Jiang Wang wasn’t surprised that Chu Min was a Mo’s Monk; if Qiao Lin didn’t even know this much, he would have renounced the name given for his blabbermouth, as he had already told him.
At that moment, Lin Xian made a very simple move.
He withdrew the blade.
