Clang—!!
The sword was drawn!
Yanqing held his long sword and swung out a wave of sword qi downward, propelling his own body upward into the sky in the opposite direction.
Countless slender sword shadows then materialized, shielding his body from Welt's domain. Only when he landed beside the Cloud Knights could he move freely again.
"You all hurry and leave! Don't come back in here!"
Yanqing kept grabbing the Cloud Knights and throwing them forcefully toward the crowd.
Only after seeing them safely caught did he slowly turn around and look at the man who had never moved from his spot.
"Mr. Welt, isn't it a bit too much for you to attack the weak?"
"Which eye of yours saw me attack?"
Welt frowned deeply:
"Or… are you defining yourself as the weak? But I didn't attack either."
He turned his head and asked the two people holding the camcorder nearby in confusion:
"Did I move at all?!"
March 7th quickly shook her head and said righteously:
"Uncle Yang clearly stood there motionless the whole time. Besides, they rushed over themselves wanting to kowtow to you. What does that have to do with you!"
"Exactly!" Zeig said while collecting green Xianzhou currency and using a white spear to treat the Cloud Knights:
"This is called porcelain bumping! Don't tell me… Xianzhou people often bump porcelain?"
These words immediately made the surrounding Xianzhou citizens grit their teeth in fury.
"What are you saying?! It's clearly you people who deserve a beating!"
"This is provocation, you know?!"
"Master Yanqing and these Cloud Knights were just doing a good deed!"
"Heh, little brat." Welt looked at Yanqing with disdain:
"You know, only lambs like to huddle together for warmth, yet you stand at the center of the lambs."
"Shut up!"
Yanqing leaped into the air, and the sword shapes floating around him followed suit.
In an instant, the surrounding temperature dropped, and the air filled with chilling sword qi.
"I'm going to draw my sword now. You'd better receive it properly!"
The sword shapes filling the sky condensed one by one into solid forms like waves, all turning to point straight at Welt's head!
This magnificent sight immediately invigorated the watching Xianzhou citizens!
"Great! Master Yanqing is getting serious!"
"Using fists earlier might not have worked well, but Master Yanqing's swordsmanship is superb! This time he'll definitely beat this guy until he's scattered everywhere!"
"Kill kill kill kill kill—!!"
"We must slay this scoundrel with the sword!"
The vast sword shapes gathered into a massive azure expanse in the sky. As soon as Yanqing gave the order, they would launch a storm-like assault on Welt!
"Welt… I'll give you one more chance. It's not too late to admit defeat now!"
"Heh… Hurry up. In a little while, those sword shapes you worked so hard to condense will dissipate."
Hearing this response, Yanqing stopped holding back. With a frown, the sword shapes filling the sky shot toward Welt like a tidal wave.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!
Countless sword qi poured down onto Welt like raindrops, producing terrifying cutting sounds.
He was completely submerged in the surging sword qi, and the crowd could only hear the chaotic noise.
"Oh no, will Uncle Yang be okay?!"
Watching the bombardment of sword shapes filling the sky, March 7th's heart tightened.
The barrage was far too dense, and Uncle Yang was still standing there motionless!
But just as she was worrying.
Zeig's behavior beside her caught her attention.
"Zeig, what are you doing!"
The latter was squatting on the ground, silently taking out several wooden planks and carving their edges one stroke at a time with a small knife.
"I'm planing wooden planks. Isn't it obvious?"
"I mean, why are you planing wooden planks!"
"To let the Alliance Leader depart with some dignity."
"…"
The fierce assault lasted a full five minutes!
During this time, Welt was bathed in the relentless bombardment of sword shapes, causing the entire scene to flicker with dazzling sword light.
Finally, perhaps estimating that enough time had passed, Yanqing raised his hand and recalled the sword shapes.
"Hmph, that guy must have been sliced into mincemeat by now!"
"Keep pretending… retreating one step and you lose… Under this kind of attack, retreating wouldn't even help anymore."
"Long live Master Yanqing!!"
"Excuse me, does someone as powerful as Master Yanqing also use the toilet?"
"Where are the medical personnel? Hurry and bring stretchers! Even if that guy only has one breath left, we still need to save him, right? Hahahaha!"
Amid the noisy voices.
The sword light slowly faded, revealing the scene inside.
Welt was still standing there silently.
Completely unchanged from before.
"What?!"
This sight caused the smiles that had just begun to form on the Xianzhou people's faces to collapse instantly!
Under Master Yanqing's terrifying assault, he was still completely unscathed?!
Was he a ghost?!
"Impossible! He must be forcing himself to hold on!"
Yanqing stared blankly at Welt below from afar and said in disbelief:
"Why…? Impossible, absolutely impossible!!"
He felt like he was still dreaming.
Under such a vast and powerful assault, how could this rude man remain completely unharmed?!
"How tragic…!!" Welt sighed deeply.
"Is this your attack? It's like rain… But at least raindrops can wet my clothes. You can't even manage to wet my clothes."
"Truly… useless!"
These words left Yanqing completely stunned.
Use… useless?
Yanqing clenched his teeth.
He had trained under Jing Yuan since childhood and was hailed as a genius on the Xianzhou. No one had ever dared to humiliate him again and again like this!
An unnamed flame roared to life in his chest.
"Shut your mouth—!!"
The youth dove straight down from the sky!
Raising his sword, he unleashed a dazzling flurry of fierce slashes at Welt's body!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!
Countless sword shapes attacked alongside Yanqing. Once again, the crowd witnessed a storm of sword light.
Amid the intense and vast sword light cutting, Welt still stood there silently, receiving the assault without moving an inch.
He slowly spoke:
"Hehe… Now it's at least capable of something like rain."
The hem of his clothes had begun to show slight trembling.
Clearly, Yanqing's increased assault had some effect.
"Shut up— shut up shut up shut up shut up—!!"
The assault grew fiercer and fiercer, but Welt's voice rang in Yanqing's ears again:
"Is this your strength…? What difference does it have from being useless…?"
"Aaaaaah—!!"
"Slow down a bit… Careful not to sprain your wrist…!"
"Shut up—!!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!
The sword shapes Yanqing summoned grew more and more numerous!
They flew wildly, filling the entire battlefield.
They even attacked the surrounding spectators!
Welt slightly raised his head and sneered:
"Hehe… This doesn't look like rain anymore."
The next moment.
BANG—!!
With a massive sound, Yanqing's movements suddenly froze.
He blankly shifted his gaze downward. Welt's fist… had heavily struck his chest.
An indescribable pain instantly spread throughout his body.
"These are… the tears of the weak!"