884 Shi Wuchen’s Resentmen (1/2)

”You've never even fought me before! How should I trust that you're truly stronger than I am?”

”What if you're only bluffing? Do you think that I came by my Ethereal Amethysts easily, thinking to take them away like that? That single condition of yours truly demonstrates your generosity and good faith!”

Shi Wuchen became incensed. ”I, Shi Wuchen, am a real man! Why would I cheat you with lies? Go around and ask about me — about what kind of man Shi Wuchen of the Tri-Autumn Swordsmen is, and when has he ever gone back on his word!”

Yun Yang simply said, ”Wouldn't a real man lie? There are way too many liars in this world after all, and furthermore, are you even famous? Why haven't I heard of this man called Shi Wuchen? Oh, oh, are you even Shi Wuchen?”

Shi Wuchen was furious to the point where his hair was practically standing. His eyes flared up with wrath. ”It seems that you're adamant in picking a fight, aren't you?”

Yun Yang loosened his hands. ”You haven't even accepted my invitation for a gamble, what's the good in picking a fight with you right now? I'm only concerned about the gamble, I don't really care about who you are, your terms, or anything about you!”

Shi Wuchen was itching to fight, yet he did not want to start one, and walking away from this seemed too much of a nuisance. Furthermore, the words of this brat before him was pushing him off the edge. Shi Wuchen was at the verge of breaking down. Grinding his jaw, he growled, ”Just tell me, what the hell do you want now?”

When those words left his lips, Shi Wuchen suddenly felt that the situation had been turned around.

Wasn't he here to demand for answers?

How had the situation turned out this way?

”Lose, and you'll be my underling. Win, and I'll give you whatever you want,” replied Yun Yang. ”Did it take you so long to understand a simple gamble contract like this?”

With a whoosh, Shi Wuchen had his longsword in his grasp. ”Fine! It's on!”

”Wait, wait, is it on when you say it's on? What about your wager? I'm here, the sect is here, even if I run away, the school of thought is still here, but how about you? What happens if you lose and you can't pay up? There was this swordsman called Liao Youyan who cheated me last time — apparently, swordsmen can't be trusted either…”

Shi Wuchen took a deep breath. ”The terms of a gamble have always been regulated by the laws of heaven — victory or defeat shall be witnessed by the very heavens itself. If one dares to place a bet, one shall have the guts to admit defeat — this is a law no one would dare to break. You're spouting too much nonsense and deliberately being a nuisance — are you toying around with me?”

”Alright, alright. You said it, and now it's too late to retract them.” Yun Yang took out his saber slowly. ”Shi Wuchen, you will soon be part of the Residence of Nine Supremes — you'll be my first underling!”

Shi Wuchen sneered with wrath. ”I was going to be kind and merciful, for I don't intend to hurt you at all, but since you've said it, I'll give you a lesson you'll never forget for life. There's no such thing as luck in the path of cultivation, and it's absolutely preposterous for you to spout more bullshit.”

The torrent of sharp-tongued remarks they launched at each other ended there and then. Without further ado, wielding their weapons in hand, the two men stood fifty feet apart as they faced each other, the fight commencing at any moment now.

Shi Wuchen mustered the spiritual Qi inside his body, feeling it surge with the force of a massive river. Although was not as powerful and boundless as what he had when he was his fully restored self, he was extremely confident that he still had the strength for a fight — at least, his wounds would not relapse in the middle of it if the fight went like how he had predicted it to.

As long as he does not activate any powers exceeding Honor Level Four in this fight, nothing would go wrong. Upon this thought, he grew even more self-assured.

Through his powerful deific abilities that had already attained Saint Level, he could easily and quickly tell that Yun Yang's true cultivation base was barely at third-level Honor. Although he was quite surprised at the level of his cultivation base, judging by Yun Yang's young age, which was a pretty rare and unusual circumstance, he would not allow Yun Yang to triumph over him in this fight, no matter what!

If cultivation base was part of the discussion, although he was unable to unleash his full potential, he was still at the fourth-level Honor, which largely trumped his opponent. When it came to deific consciousness, he had already attained the level of a Saint, and he could easily gauge if his opponent's responses were the real deal. Besides, there was still personal experience and knowledge accumulated to talk about — judging by his opponent's young age, how could they even be mentioned on the same page!

No matter which angle he analyzed this from, he would be the winner of this fight!

Shi Wuchen had already thought it through. After beating and conquering Yun Yang, he would definitely give this young man a good lesson. The terms agreed upon earlier would still be honored, of course — after all, he would have given up the Ethereal Amethyst by then. It would definitely not reflect too well on him if he took the treasure and finished his opponent off — after all, swordsmen have their own dignity and principles as well…

Shi Wuchen's form straightened up suddenly, the sword in his grasp producing a crystalline hum. At this moment, he seemed to have grown taller by at least two heads, looking sharp and deadly, shrouded by flashes of iciness!

His eyes gazed at his opponent intently, formidable to the point as if it had physically manifested, the tip of the sword spitting out a gleam at least three feet long.

At this moment, his being, his heart, his mind, and his sword had merged as one — there were no other impurities within!

I am the sword, the sword is me!