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Additionally, Mr. Seiji made a move that caught Zuo Zixiong's attention. He heard the person reporting the situation say, "The people from the Martial Arts Association stayed in place for half a moment, and two teams quietly moved into the nearby bushes. The No Return Guild has started moving again, and their numbers have decreased significantly."
"Staying for half a moment, two teams separating, and starting to move again—the Martial Artists are down by more than half."
Zuo Zixiong murmured to himself, standing up from the ground in disbelief, and spoke again, "The leader is truly remarkable; he can even predict this."
Zuo Zixiong was astonished. These matters had already been explained to him by Lu Chen. Moreover, Mr. Seiji had passed through here before; the reason he waited until now to take action seemed to be deliberately arranged by Lu Chen.
Zuo Zixiong had also vaguely heard Lu Chen mention the "Human Book," which sparked his imagination. He wondered what kind of miraculous book it was. Perhaps it was related to personal ability.
The same book might seem ordinary to an average person, but some individuals could read it and immediately gain a different understanding that left others in shock.
"Alright, you can go now. Proceed according to plan."
Zuo Zixiong dismissed the person who had come to report, still pondering over the situation. At this time, the other Grand Flagmasters were no longer present; he did not know where they had gone.
This time, facing off against the Martial Arts Association, everything relied solely on Zuo Zixiong's decisions.
Before long, Mr. Seiji had brought his team to the front of the Gorge but stopped before entering. He called out loudly towards the Gorge, "Who is it ahead? If you have something to say, just step forward and speak clearly; there’s no need to hide."
Upon hearing this, Zuo Zixiong licked his lips with his tongue and thought to himself that Mr. Seiji was quite bold. Knowing there were dangers ahead, he still chose to confront them directly; he just wondered if he had the capability for it.
If Mr. Seiji pretended not to know and charged in directly for battle, that would be one thing. However, Mr. Seiji clearly recognized their ambush and was showing courtesy while maintaining an air of sophistication. This person was indeed cunning and never forgot to enhance his own image.
Since the other party had already arrived, it would be difficult not to exchange a few words.
Thinking of this, Zuo Zixiong stood up and said, "Young Master Shengzhi of the Martial Arts Association, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Zuo Zixiong laughed heartily.
This Young Master Shengzhi, whose real name is Xu Shengzhi, was once the Sect Leader of a martial arts faction. Later, he allied himself with Young Master Ming and became a guest elder.
However, this person is exceptionally capable and a versatile expert. Before long, he became Young Master Ming's right-hand man and the first Advisor of the Martial Arts Association. His credibility in the Martial Arts Association is second only to that of the association's leader, Young Master Ming, making him one of the rare experts.
The Martial Arts Association suffered significant losses this time; in addition to the goods, several disciples were killed. This incident drew the attention of the higher-ups in the Martial Arts Association, prompting Advisor Young Master Shengzhi to personally come down to investigate and attempt to smooth over the matter.
Mr. Seiji, upon hearing this, rolled his eyes and then said, "I wondered who it was; turns out it's the newly appointed Left Deputy Leader."
Mr. Seiji responded generously while continuously glancing sideways at Gorge. He stroked his beard and said, "The hospitality of the Left Deputy Leader is indeed quite unique."
Mr. Seiji's words repeatedly mocked Zuo Zixiong, who was the newly appointed Vice Sect Leader, while also subtly alluding to the ambushes on both sides by Gorge. His tone was laced with sarcasm.
Upon hearing this, Zuo Zixiong naturally felt some anger. However, after thinking it over, he managed to suppress it for the time being and responded generously, "Mr. Seiji, your way of receiving guests is quite special as well. Moreover, your overwhelming strength openly provokes my Holy Sect; such behavior might be seen as trying to overshadow the host!"
Hearing this, Mr. Seiji's face turned somewhat grim. He then waved his sleeve and directly asked, "Left Deputy Leader, a batch of goods from my Martial Arts Association was robbed while being transported from the Southern Seven States to Anzhou. This incident occurred in your Cult's territory. What explanation do you have for this Vice Sect Leader?"
In fact, losing goods and having a few disciples killed were not significant issues for the Martial Arts Association; what mattered most was their reputation. If such matters were to spread outside, the prestige of the Martial Arts Association would suffer greatly, leading others to believe they were easy targets.
Zuo Zixiong stood atop the mountain peak, looking coldly at Mr. Seiji from afar and said, "Mr. Seiji, you know that Anzhou is our Holy Sect's territory. The disciples of the Martial Arts Association refused to pay protection fees and even assaulted my Holy Sect's disciples. How should we resolve this matter?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Seiji immediately felt some anger rising within him; however, he had not lost his composure yet. If the situation became uncontrollable, then he would not be Mr. Seiji nor would he be Young Master Ming's top Advisor anymore.
Mr. Seiji had not yet reacted when he heard Zuo Zixiong from the distant mountaintop say, "Mr. Seiji, what are you transporting in your goods? Should I announce it so everyone can hear?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Seiji's expression tightened immediately as he shouted, "Zuo Zixiong, don't push things too far; it's pointless. Let's settle this privately."
When it came to the contents of the goods, Mr. Seiji became completely anxious. If the matter regarding the currency model were to leak out, it would be a death sentence, and the three clans would face collective punishment, with entire families facing execution.
Thus, Mr. Seiji had lost all patience. He hoped to suppress the Red Robe Sect with force. The Martial Arts Association was not clean, and neither was the Red Robe Sect; escalating matters would be detrimental, so resolving it privately was the best approach.
With a command from Mr. Seiji, fifty or sixty Martial Artists behind him immediately drew their long knives and rushed toward the Gorge, leaving only about ten people to guard the long convoy.
As Mr. Seiji's forces charged forward, Zuo Zixiong stood tall and thought to himself, "Zuo Zixiong is getting anxious; it seems things are beyond control now. Brothers, kill them! Go all out!"
Zuo Zixiong shouted loudly, instructing the disciples of the Branch hidden on both sides of the Gorge to launch a surprise attack. What began as an ambush quickly escalated into a direct confrontation.
Disciples of the Red Robe Sect rushed down from the Gorge and swiftly mixed in with the Martial Arts Association's disciples. The sounds of clashing weapons and shouts filled the air.
The numbers were evenly matched, and even their strength was comparable; for a time, both sides suffered injuries without gaining an advantage, resulting in a stalemate.
Mr. Zheng sat atop his snow-white Night-Shining Jade Lion, constantly peering toward the battlefield. His expression was calm, but inside he felt a growing tension.
The oppressive atmosphere made him uneasy; he even rolled up his sleeves to wipe away the fine sweat on his forehead, a hint of anxiety flashing through his mind.
Meanwhile, standing on the distant mountaintop was Zuo Zixiong, who wore a triumphant expression as if everything was under his control.
He looked up at the sky; it was already the winter solstice. A cold wind howled on the mountain peak, bringing a biting chill, but this did not affect his current state.
The Red Robe Sect had already engaged in open battle with the Martial Arts Association. In just a moment, roars echoed from the nearby forest, filled with the sounds of ambush.
Upon closer inspection, he saw teams of Red Robe Sect disciples wielding long knives charging out from the woods, numbering over a hundred, unstoppable as they swiftly merged into the ongoing battle.
In an instant, with the large influx of Red-Clad Disciples, the tide of battle shifted dramatically. The Martial Arts Association began to show signs of defeat, and some were already unable to hold on and were looking to flee.
Mr. Seiji sat on his horse and took a deep breath. The Martial Artist who had just reported to him asked, "Sir, should we bring out the cannons? Bombard them."
The Martial Artist was referring to the disciples of the Red Robe Sect. No matter how formidable they were, once the cannons were deployed, they would all perish.
Mr. Seiji waved his hand and said, "The cannons are our trump card; let's wait a bit longer."
The Martial Artist swallowed hard and then quietly retreated.
Just as the Martial Arts Association was on the verge of collapse, another round of shouts and clashing sounds erupted from the nearby forest. Looking at their attire—uniform black combat gear and wielding long knives—it turned out to be members of the Martial Arts Association.
These individuals were the hidden pawns arranged by Young Master Shengzhi. They had circled around the Gorge and infiltrated from within, and now they had arrived.
In the blink of an eye, disciples from the Martial Arts Association charged out from the forest and officially joined the battlefield, like tigers entering a flock of sheep. They swiftly killed several Red Robe Sect disciples at the forefront, their momentum equally unstoppable.
With these reinforcements, the Martial Arts Association regained its morale and launched a counterattack against the Red Robe Sect.
The battle situation between both sides became once again stalemated, with each side suffering casualties exceeding thirty.
The originally small battlefield of about a hundred people had now expanded three to four times, with even the grass near the official road becoming a battleground. Troops from both sides jumped around within it, continuously engaging in fierce combat.
Seeing this scene, Zuo Zixiong on the mountaintop narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Counter-encirclement? It seems this Mr. Seiji truly has some skills; he is adept at military formations and is a rare talent."
Zuo Zixiong took a deep breath, feeling somewhat helpless. He didn't know whether to be pleased or pained; in any case, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
At this moment, Mr. Seiji wore a smug expression, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of turning the tide of battle, a wicked smile on his face.
However, Mr. Seiji was not the type to become complacent easily. He understood that this battle was not so simple and that there could still be unexpected developments.
Sure enough, while he was lost in thought, another roar came from the other side of Gorge. This sound might have gone unnoticed by others, but Mr. Seiji, having cultivated Yin Spirit, could hear it clearly.
"There's actually an ambush, and it managed to deceive my eyes? This Zuo Zixiong is no ordinary person. With such abilities, I have never heard of his name before."
Mr. Seiji murmured to himself as he realized that Zuo Zixiong was quite skilled at setting traps and had a knack for military strategy. However, what puzzled him was that this person rarely spoke and seemed to have only recently emerged onto the scene, Mr. Seiji thought to himself.
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