Chapter 30 - Chapter 30: 030 The Number One Martial Academy in the World (1/2)
Chapter 30: 030 The Number One Martial Academy in the World
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Zheng Anyu instantly noticed the oddity of the elderly man, and hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong, sir?”
The elder continued to munch on the roast chicken in hand, mumbling something under his breath, “Fifth Grade.”
Fifth Grade?
Overwhelmed by surprise, Zheng Anyu followed the elderly man’s gaze and saw a young man who seemed entirely unremarkable stepping down from a coach carriage in front of them. Could he really have a Fifth Grade Cultivation Level?
The man looked to be in his early twenties.
At this age, with such a cultivation level, he would certainly be a core disciple of some noble house or sect.
Even within Zheng’s family, there was no one of his generation who stood out as much.
The presence of such a person in Xiang County was no small matter.
Why hadn’t he received any news in advance?
Zheng Anyu closely observed the man and found no clue about his origins, neither in the carriage he arrived in nor the clothes he wore.
Usually, descendants of noble families and sect disciples will carry distinctive objects or symbols when they travel for training, making their conduct somewhat easier.
However, this young man bore no such markings. His origins remained a mystery.
“Zhou Qing is here for him!”
Zheng Anyu understood at the same time, feeling somewhat uneasy.
He finally understood what the old man meant when he said it was better not to watch the spectacle unfolding before them.
The Lin Family sent Zhou Qing to kill this unknown Fifth Grade Martial Artist, surely not wanting anyone to know about it. Now, however, he had witnessed it unexpectedly.
Would they try to silence him too?
Thinking this, Zheng Anyu’s heart began to dread.
However, knowing that he had a senior by his side, he managed to calm down.
“With the elder here, there should be no danger.”
“Fifth Grade?”
After descending from the carriage, Gu Yang began to stride towards Zhou Qing. Sensing Gu Yang’s aura, Zhou Qing raised his head slightly, sounding surprised.
According to the information he received, his target is supposed to have a Sixth Grade Cultivation Level.
Without offering any response, Gu Yang simply drew a knife in silence.
It was a common woodcutting knife, with only the blade having been polished shiny. Several small notches could be seen.
He looked at Gu Yang, identical to the image he saw, confirming he got the
right man. He opened his mouth and asked, “You plan to fight with that knife?”
“It’s enough to kill you.”
No sooner had he spoken than the man’s aura abruptly shifted, and a slash came heading towards him.
Instantly, all Zhou Qing could see was the blade before his eyes, nothing else mattered.
This is—
His eyes narrowed as a look of horror flashed across his face.
Blade Intent!
An unparalleled Blade Intent crashed against his spirit, overpowering his mind with an irresistible sense of fear.
By the time Zhou Qing gathered his senses, the blade was already before his eyes.
Blood sprayed forth.
His own sword had barely left the sheath.
With a thud, Zhou Qing fell to the ground, his vision overwhelmed with a vivid crimson. His last sight was of the young man shaking the blood off his blade before abruptly turning to head back towards the carriage.