Chapter 83: Desert Mercenary Group (1/2)

Chapter 83: Desert Mercenary Group

Upon hearing Gan Hou’s words, Jian Chen’s originally nonchalant face turned into one full of killing intent. Although Jian Chen was currently rather weak, that did not mean he was easily intimidated.

Gingerly putting down his chopsticks, Jian Chen’s lips moved slowly as he spoke, “With your paltry numbers, you don’t have the right to make me move from this table.”

Gan Hou looked stunned at this answer for a moment before sneering at Jian Chen coldly. There was a hint of undisguised killing intent within his eyes; it appeared that Jian Chen didn’t know what mercy was when it was given to him, Gan Hou wouldn’t mind teaching him a lesson. To Gan Hou, Jian Chen’s weak appearance along with his young age made him look like someone who wasn’t an expert.

“Kid, you really don’t know kindness when it’s handed to you, so why don’t you let brother Gan Hou teach you a lesson! Be sure to remember it!” He immediately swung out with his palm towards Jian Chen’s face. His palm was traveling so fast, that before it had even reached its destination, a fierce palm wind blew across Jian Chen’s hair. This signified that Gan Hou’s hand was not lacking in strength at all.

Jian Chen’s eyes flashed dangerously as his right hand grabbed onto the chopsticks and stabbed into Gan Hou’s outstretched palm.

Jian Chen’s right hand moved so fast that no one could see his movements. Before Gan Hou could even react, Jian Chen’s right hand had already made contact with Gan Hou’s palm. All people could see was Jian Chen’s chopstick stabbing deeply through Gan Hou’s palm, piercing through it as easily as if it were a hot metal knife cutting through butter.

“Ah!” The intense pain from his palm caused Gan Hou to cry miserably as he held his injured hand. His screams echoed throughout the restaurant, causing everyone to hear him clearly.

Immediately afterwards, the restaurant was filled with gasps of shock. What happened was very different from what they were expecting, causing everyone to look at Jian Chen in surprise. However, those who were slightly more discerning saw Jian Chen use a single chopstick to stab through Gan Hou’s hand, their faces became heavy and hardened. The following looks towards Jian Chen also slightly changed; quite a number of them carried deep shock.

To use a flimsy wooden chopstick to stab someone’s hand, just how strong did someone have to be to do that? At the very least, no one in the restaurant would be able to perform such a feat.

Immediately after stabbing Gan Hou, Jian Chen’s right leg lashed out and connected with Gan Hou’s chest. The kick had sent Gan Hou’s weak body flying back three meters before he crashed into a table and pitifully fell to the ground.

The mercenaries who had been sitting at that table quickly left the area to avoid getting involved. Although Jian Chen did not seem old, the strength he demonstrated, as well as the vicious way he had dealt with things, intimidated many people in the restaurant. After this display, the few mercenaries who were eating at that table naturally didn’t dare to offend Jian Chen over such a small matter.

Seeing Gan Hou’s end, the four other mercenaries that came with Gan Hou immediately looked on with disbelief. Although their expressions recovered afterwards, they looked at Jian Chen with eyes full of cold murderous intent.

“To think you’re picking a fight with the Desert Mercenaries, you must be tired of living.” One of the youths shouted angrily. A giant sword appeared in his hand, and he immediately shot towards Jian Chen.

Jian Chen gave a hidden smile then snorted quietly. In an instant, the silver white sword with the words “Light Wind” engraved on it appeared in his own hands.

The Light Wind Sword was Jian Chen’s sword in his previous life. During his time as a wanderer, his sword had gained a fearsome reputation that every martial artist knew of. And within this new world, he was still using an identical Light Wind Sword; Jia Chen’s feelings towards his sword were very deep.

The moment the Light Wind Sword appeared in Jian Chen’s hands, it immediately transformed into a streak of silver lightning under Jian Chen’s control, and flew at the other man at an inconceivable speed. Before the youth’s sword could even get halfway towards Jian Chen’s sword, it had already stabbed towards the youth’s throat with a demon-like speed. The point of the sword halted right at the moment of contact on the outermost layer of thin skin at the throat, causing some blood to slowly drip down his throat for everyone to see clearly.

Feeling a tinge of pain from his throat, the youth’s expression became deathly pale in an instant, completely drained of blood. Sweat began to gather, covering his whole forehead in the blink of eye. He made a great effort to keep the greatsword in his hand frozen in midair. His body was locked into a firm posture, as he didn’t dare to move even a single inch. The youth’s appearance looked as if a mysterious force was keeping him locked in place.

Seeing how nobody knew when the silver sword had appeared at the youth’s throat, the clamor around them had descended into a strange silence. Everyone’s eyes went wide as they looked at Jian Chen wield his Light Wind Sword; no one could believe what had just happened.

In regards to how the sword arrived at the youth’s throat, only two or three people in the restaurant had caught a glimpse of the sword traveling through the air. Most of the people there weren’t even able to see the flash of silver, and only saw the point of the blade appear before the youth’s throat.

It was as if time had stood still as everyone held their breaths. After a while, the sounds of everyone inhaling cold breaths could be heard breaking the silence of the restaurant. At that moment, everyone was looking at Jian Chen with expressions of surprise.