Episode 21: The Samurai from the Grassland
The street was bustling with people, many of them heading in the same direction. Each with their own peculiar ways of moving. These were all high-ranking masters, clearly something significant had happened ahead. Otherwise, it wouldn't have attracted so many people.
" Tianyi, do you think that person called Sangqiu could be Shenxiang's group member?" Yang Mufeng asked, mingling with Duan Tianyi and moving forward rapidly.
"You didn't say that her clan members were all killed? I think it's unlikely. This world is so vast, there are many people with the surname Sang."
"Perhaps!"
The two of them had already been involved in the disputes in the Shaman City for Shenxiang. Now, the sudden appearance of such a powerful master made them pay attention. The three maps had already been assigned to different people. They came here merely to obtain that object and Shenxiang.
"Let's disperse. There's nothing interesting here." A commanding voice rang out, and many people stepped back slightly.
"The Grand Elder of the Iron Eagle Mercenary Corps, Womu, has arrived!"
"It seems that his cultivation level has reached and he has surpassed the second-level Master of the Shaman School."
"Nowadays, there are more and more powerful masters in the Shaman City. Something big is sure to happen soon."
"Indeed. Even the Moer Grassland of the Yuanhu Kingdom has sent people here. It's quite a big deal!"
Many masters on the street were murmuring in hushed tones about it. In a large open area ahead, thirteen strange-looking masters stood proudly. Right opposite was the Iron Eagle Grand Elder Womu who had spoken earlier. Indeed, his cultivation was profound, not inferior to Shenjian. And beside him were three other arrogant young masters, all powerful masters with strong breaths.
"Ah, it turns out that you are a friend. It was just a misunderstanding. Please forgive me." Womu smiled slightly and waved his hand. Behind him, two black-clad warriors carried out a huge iron box out.
Bang...
Womu touched his index finger in the air, a line of condensed energy was cast upon it, and the lid of the box crashed open. Pure energy rushed out, and everyone showed astonished expressions. Even Duan and Yang were shocked.
"This is 50,000 dimensional stones. Let's just consider it a friendship exchange for now. Let's move on."
"Hmph! You think too highly of yourself!" One of the men, nearly three meters tall, carrying a huge axe over his head, walked up and shouted loudly. Although he was a peak Master of the Yuan level, he was not afraid of this second-level Master of the Shaman School before him.
"Friend, we have no grudges against each other. It was just a misunderstanding. Being too assertive in claiming your right seems inappropriate!" Womu said coldly, his face turning pale in an instant. In this Shaman City, he was considered a prominent figure. Even the few big shots had to give him some respect. But this man, the one in front, was so arrogant, it was like giving him a slap in public.
"We don't lack such things on our grassland. Do we think we are beggars?" The man was furious and the axe landed, hitting the iron box filled with dimensional stones right on. Immediately, 50,000 dimensional stones scattered, like a celestial flower scattering, pure energy instantly filled the entire street. However, no one dared to pick them up. This was the property of the Iron Eagle Mercenary Corps, and no one had the guts to do so.
"Rude, thinking that you are invincible in the world." Womu shouted angrily. Before his words could finish, his finger pointed at the man.
Boom...
The ground trembled slightly, a huge pit appeared on the ground, with a few wisps of smoke. Unexpectedly, Womu's powerful attack was easily resisted by the man in front. Even the weapon was not used.
"What are you people?" Womu's expression was serious.
This was an unreasonable thing. Although the peak Master of the Yuan level and the Master of the Shaman School were only one step apart, their strength was vastly different. However, the scene before them was already clear, not all Yuan masters were vulnerable in front of the Shaman School.
"Listen up, we are wanderers from the grassland." As soon as the strong man finished speaking, he quickly raised the huge axe in his right hand, and the wind outside his body howled loudly. In an instant, the entire man rushed towards the Wumou people at an unimaginable speed. The ground sank, leaving behind more than ten huge footprints.
All of this happened in just a few seconds. The strong man had already run about ten meters, and the axe pointed towards the Wumou people's heads. The energy surged, forming a net that locked the Wumou people in place.
"Go!" The Wumou person shouted in a low voice, quickly retreated. At the critical moment, a three-foot-long sword appeared in his hand, facing the huge axe, and immediately, sparks flew, the huge axe shattered, and left a huge pit on the ground.
The Wumou person was a second-level energy master. Although his combat skills were not very good, his cultivation level was there. He couldn't be easily defeated. After dodging the attack, he didn't retreat but advanced instead. Instantly, three or four sword flowers appeared in his hand, aiming at the strong man's forehead, abdomen, and private parts. It was extremely vicious.
"Damn it! I'll chop you to pieces!" The strong man hurriedly withdrew the huge axe, his chest swayed, blocking the sword flowers. His face turned purple with anger, his hands gripping the axe handle, moving with great speed, and in no time, he reversed the situation and launched a fierce attack.
Although the strong man had innate strength, his energy was not as strong as the Wumou person. However, after three or four minutes, he gradually began to show signs of exhaustion. At this moment, the Wumou person had a cold smile on his face.
"Take your life!"
Suddenly, the strong man's energy failed to follow through, his foot stumbled, revealing a weakness. At almost the same time, a murderous look flashed in the Wumou person's eyes, and a sword was thrust out. This sword was the strongest attack he had gathered through years of hard training, almost mobilizing half of his internal energy. The air emitted a series of explosive sounds, and the sword tip flashed like lightning, instantly piercing the strong man's throat.
Everyone gasped in horror. This was a fatal blow. Whoever was hit would surely be killed.
"Brave fool!" A cold shout came, and amidst the electric sparks, no blood splattered on the spot. But in Wumou person's eyes, a look of pain flashed as he covered his right wrist with his hand, blood flowing continuously. The long sword fell to the ground, and the handle still held a bloody hand, already lifeless.
"Before me, you dare to be so bold. Today, I'll give you a lesson. If you still don't know how to retreat, next time it might not be just one hand involved."
A middle-aged man shouted coldly. He was the leader among the thirteen people, a master of the Yuan School, and called Sang Chu.
No one saw him strike, but this battle result had shocked everyone. Duan and Yang were also shocked. If it were them, they might not be able to withstand Sang Chu's attack.
"Sang Brother is so domineering!" At this moment, one of the three young high-ranking warriors stepped out, coldly smiling.
"Brother Zhang, please help me get justice." The Mo Hu man with a stern expression said angrily. However, that young man didn't even glance at him. His eyes were fixed on San Chou, and his body's aura suddenly surged up, spreading out in an overwhelming manner, making people shiver involuntarily.
"Master!" Yang Mufeng said softly, his face calm.
"More powerful than Shen Jian." Duan Tianyi also made his own judgment. That is to say, this Zhang-style master, at the very least, was a third-level Yuan School student. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so arrogant.
"Humph!" San Chou didn't even flinch at him. Turning around, he was about to leave, and the other twelve people behind him followed closely.
"Arrogant!" The Zhang-style master shouted. His feet moved swiftly, leaving behind a trail of shadows. He threw a punch.
Boom...
To everyone's surprise, a loud noise echoed. The Zhang-style master retreated repeatedly, with a few drops of blood flowing from his hand. His face was pale, and many people nearby were affected, being knocked back by the shock waves.
"These people are too abnormal!" Yang Mufeng sighed, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly open, looking at the receding back of Zhang with disbelief.
"Never expected that even the disciples of the Zhang family of Yuan Bear Kingdom weren't an opponent. These grassland wanderers are too abnormal, aren't they?"
Many voices began to discuss. At this time, Duan Tianyi and Yang Mufeng quietly left, closely following behind San Chou and others.
Among the thirteen people, except for San Chou who was somewhat special, there was also a sole female, in her twenties, with a curvaceous figure, wearing purple tight combat armor, paired with a leopard-patterned short skirt. Like Shen Xiang, she had a high nose bridge, slightly sunken eyes, and long, light purple hair. The other eleven were over three meters tall, with black-armored great axes, looking imposingly.
"Now I'm certain that these people should be related to the Sang family of the Yulan River Basin." Yang Mufeng said softly, hanging far behind Duan Tianyi.
"What's wrong with you?" Throughout the journey, Duan Tianyi's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, seemingly thinking about something, and remained silent.
"It's a bit strange!" Duan Tianyi shook his head uncertainly and said.
"Strange? You're talking about San Chou and his group?" Yang Mufeng asked in confusion.
"Yes, you really think cross-level challenges are easy?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you think? They seem to have some strange method that has enhanced their combat power and defense. I feel there's a strange energy on their upper bodies." Duan Tianyi said.
"Good, I also felt it. It's not like elemental energy."
"Divine Power?" The two said almost simultaneously, their faces unable to contain their astonishment, almost shouting out.
"Could they have some kind of array?" Yang Mufeng hurriedly asked.
"An array can indeed gather divine power, but I didn't find any features related to an array on them."
"Could there be other ways to gather divine power?"
Duan Tianyi shook his head. They had only been in this world for a few days, with too many unknowns in their hearts. According to Duan Tianyi's current understanding, it seemed that only an array could gather divine energy. There was no other way.
"Friends, you've been here for so long. There's no one here. Why don't you come out and meet us?"
Just as the two were full of questions, suddenly, San Chou's cold voice reached their ears, like thunder.
"Could they really cross-level challenge so easily?" Duan Tianyi suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.