With the Blade

Chapter 292: Chapter 243: Merits to Be Found

A stranger swordsman from the martial world opened his mouth demanding to be their leader. Not only did Zhao Jinfan, who was proud by nature, disagree, even Qian Yu, who was already disheartened, frowned.

However, they had no intention of acting hastily. After all, at this distance, if there was really a contest of skills, the two of them combined probably couldn’t defeat this martial swordsman—even though the opponent looked so ordinary, at least the sword he carried wasn’t fake.

As they say, when a common person is enraged, blood spills within five steps. They were unarmed, how could they possibly deal with such a fierce person? freēwēbηovel.c૦m

But they didn’t need to confront directly; that would be the most foolish approach.

"Since you want to be the leader, you should at least show some convincing skills."

Zhao Jinfan said this, turning his head to look at the stranger swordsman.

"How about you prove your strength first? If you are truly capable, we would be willing..."

"Prove strength?"

The swordsman, or rather, Yin Warrior Wu Zhao, suddenly laughed.

If it were anyone ordinary, they might have to demonstrate some skills, as one would have to show genuine ability to make others convinced. But Wu Zhao was no ordinary person; it was a survivor of the Yin warriors, having received complete priestly training, so he saw through the underlying malice in these words at a glance.

All this talk of proving strength and demonstrating oneself were just superficial reasons. At the core, these two merely wanted it to listen to their words.

Just listening once would lead to a second time, and after listening twice, there would be a third time... an interesting method, which even made it feel a nostalgic reminiscence.

Back when it was still a priest, it used similar methods to inquire before divining for the Yin warriors, since not every warrior could clearly grasp their own heart, they mostly relied on priests for help—thinking this way, these people’s methods seemed really similar to those of past priests.

But they were only similar.

"What if I don’t want to prove myself, then what can you do?"

Looking at these two so-called Yuren, Wu Zhao’s smile grew even more pronounced.

"I don’t want to prove myself, nor do I need your approval, but I still want to be your leader, and you still have to listen to me."

"Well, this is going a bit too far."

Seeing this swordsman being so aggressive, Zhao Jinfan’s face immediately darkened.

Immediately following, Zhao Jinfan clapped his hands three times.

Dozens of armored soldiers streamed in, their halberds pointed directly at the table where Yin Warrior Wu Zhao sat.

"You brought this on yourself!"

As the soldiers streamed in, Zhao Jinfan already moved with Qian Yu the old man, retreating behind those soldiers.

"You’re not considering whose place this is..."

"This..."

Wu Zhao’s expression suddenly froze.

Just a moment’s hesitation gave Zhao Jinfan tremendous confidence, and at this point, Zhao Jinfan had already returned to his confident appearance, the situation was once again back under his control.

Just a mere martial swordsman, could he possibly defeat these armored, halberd-wielding soldiers, like wolves and tigers?

Just a martial swordsman...

"Is that really all?"

Just as Zhao Jinfan was preparing to say something further, the swordsman surrounded, shook his head.

"You’ve disappointed me greatly."

"You dare speak such nonsense!"

Zhao Jinfan spat on the ground.

"This is Dengzhou! My domain! You dare raise a ruckus here, without knowing your place..."

"Your domain?"

Before Zhao Jinfan could finish, the swordsman yet again shook his head.

"When I am here, this is my domain."

Thus said, the swordsman reached out toward Zhao Jinfan.

Separated by at least seven steps, with soldiers in between, such distance where one thinks to grasp him, Zhao Jinfan only thought to laugh.

And then he found he could no longer laugh.

A mighty force tore Zhao Jinfan’s head off, and the still bleeding head soon fell into the hands of Yin Warrior Wu Zhao.

"Too far off."

Yin Warrior Wu Zhao shook his head, casually tossing the bloodied head aside.

Indeed it was too far off, totally unlike the warriors of Yin in the past—the truth is every Yin warrior was a soldier, and those who became priests were warriors among warriors, only then did they delve into the human heart, attempting to understand the ghosts within.

Since they use the word "ghost" to describe it, sufficient to show this strength had a ferocious aspect, not every warrior communicating with their inner ghost could be peaceful, occasionally some warriors would demonstrate extreme violence.

During such times, priests had to strike decisively to subdue the warriors, thus allowing them to continue communicating.

And these so-called Yuren... just their recent performance showed, although they had decent communication skills, they lacked strength greatly. Facing someone unwilling to communicate, their choice was to summon soldiers?

That was too disappointing; it’s not what it wanted to see.

"So who among you still wishes to continue?"

Sighing, Yin Warrior Wu Zhao once more reached out.

"I can make him die quickly."

"..."

After a moment of silence, those vicious soldiers suddenly charged forward.

This surprised Yin Warrior Wu Zhao. It originally thought these soldiers would turn tail under the threat of death, but seeing their fearless demeanor, they were willing to risk their lives, determined to retrieve the head it had wrenched off.

"This... is somewhat interesting."

Even after casually killing the last soldier, Yin Warrior Wu Zhao still found it incredible, it initially expected these Yuren to be at such a level, yet here was a slight unexpected pleasure.

Although the soldiers had no real power, just their fearless determination was already akin to true warriors.

A sheep leading a pack of wolves?

"Interesting, interesting."

Yin Warrior Wu Zhao nodded repeatedly, finally finding something satisfying.

A lion leading a pride of lions is normal, but a weak sheep leading a pack of meat-eating wolves is unusually abnormal—and this abnormality might be the true strength these Yuren possessed.

Perhaps the things of these Yuren weren’t as worthless as it initially thought.

"Someone, come over."

Reflecting thus, Wu Zhao beckoned to that remaining Yuren in the distance, the lone surviving old man.

Elders usually possess more experience, it believed it might hear something it wanted to hear.