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Sometimes, knowing it is impossible yet still trying is not recklessness; it is a responsibility, a momentum, a kind of duty and spirit that belongs solely to men.
If Ye Huan were to back down, he would lose not only the invisible and intangible honor of the Ye Family but also his qualification as a man.
Smiling, Ye Huan ignored the four ruffians in front of him and turned to one of his companions standing at the entrance of the Warrior Association, saying, "Hey, can I borrow your sword for a moment?"
After hesitating for a moment, the man slowly handed over his long sword to Ye Huan.
Around them, the crowd grew larger. When they saw Ye Huan holding a long sword, they understood that this time there was going to be an exciting show.
"Who is that? He's got guts, planning to take on four by himself?"
"Don't you know? That's the young master of the Ye Family!"
As Ye Huan stood with the long sword facing the four ruffians, the crowd erupted in excitement. People began asking each other about Ye Huan's identity, all of which he noticed. Now, with one hand gripping the long sword and the other holding a Summoning Book, he certainly looked quite cool.
However, before he could fully embrace his rising momentum, the four burly men across from him pulled out strange long swords from their waists. Compared to the long sword in Ye Huan's hand, their swords had blades on only one side and featured a circular hole near the hilt. The blades were also thicker.
The more he looked at these uniquely shaped weapons, the more familiar they seemed. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Ye Huan's mind as he recalled seeing a weapon on television back in the twenty-first century—the Ring-Handled Saber! A weapon that was common during the Three Kingdoms period and highly effective against the Xiongnu; once seen, it was hard to forget!
But why would a Ring-Handled Saber appear in this world?
Before Ye Huan could ponder further, one of the burly men swung his Ring-Handled Saber at him. The cold blade glinted ominously as it suddenly appeared before Ye Huan.
In a moment of haste, Ye Huan could only raise his longsword to block the attack. However, the pressure from the opponent's blade was overwhelming. With just this ordinary strike, a crisp crack echoed as a visible dent appeared on the sword, and Ye Huan was forced to stagger back two steps from the sheer force.
Having successfully landed the blow, the attacker did not continue the assault. Instead, he smiled at Ye Huan and disdainfully remarked, "Young Master Ye, don't underestimate us. Even though we are all Ruffians, we are still First-Level Warriors. We must be stronger than you, right?" After saying this, the Ruffian sheathed his Ring-Handled Saber, clearly not taking Ye Huan seriously.
This infuriated Ye Huan completely, but what could he do?
The Ruffian was right; even though they were all Ruffians, their strength far surpassed Ye Huan's.
"I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept that even with the Summoning Book in my possession, I am looked down upon by a few Ruffians!"
With resentment boiling inside him, Ye Huan tossed aside his longsword and held the Summoning Book close to his chest.
He had made up his mind: no matter what it cost him, today he would unveil the first page of the Summoning Book and show those Ruffians that he, Ye Huan, was not someone they could easily manipulate!
A Tsinghua University Student? Who said that bookworms lacked backbone?!
Slowly extending his right hand, Ye Huan was prepared to face whatever consequences awaited him. He pinched a corner of the Summoning Book between his fingers.
Just then, he felt an immense pulling force emanating from the Summoning Book, as if it were trying to siphon all the air around him.
Then, astonishingly, the Summoning Book began to emit a dazzling white light. A sensation of blood connection surged from the book back into Ye Huan's heart.
Simultaneously, a peculiar power spread throughout Ye Huan's body from his chest. The feeling was indescribable; if he had to choose one word to describe it, it would be 'invigorating'! He felt an overwhelming surge of strength coursing through him!
"Level up? Level up?"
Ye Huan never imagined that the Summoning Book would upgrade at such a critical moment. Although he had never experienced anything like this before, he instinctively knew that he was now a First-Level Summoner!
According to Durei IV, an ordinary person with a Summoning Book would typically need around ten days to advance to a First-Level Summoner. Even though Ye Huan's Summoning Book was twice as powerful as others, Durei IV had managed to shorten that time to about five days.
But now? Just one day had passed, and Ye Huan already possessed the strength of a First-Level Summoner. If word got out, how much attention would it attract? No wonder Durei IV hadn’t informed Ye Huan about this; otherwise, Ye Huan would surely be puffing up with pride.
"Is that... is that the Summoning Book?"
Across from him, four Ruffians noticed the Summoning Book in Ye Huan's hands. One of them visibly trembled with fear and stammered out a question.
Hearing his companion's words, the Ruffian who had previously attacked Ye Huan suddenly turned around and shouted to his group, "It's fine! A First-Level Summoner can at most summon some Stray Animals. We are four First-Level Warriors; why should we fear a mere First-Level Summoner?
And don’t forget, our country has explicit regulations stating that Eighth-Level Experts cannot attack ordinary people. Even if he has a Ninth-Level Expert for a father, his father wouldn’t dare openly defy our country’s rules.
Let’s take this opportunity to beat this guy up and report back to the boss! He’s the young master of the Ye Family!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the previously trembling Ruffian straightened up, his eyes gleaming with excitement as if he had found treasure.
Ye Huan heard every word of their conversation, and it made him furious. He couldn’t believe these guys thought of him as a stepping stone for their fame; it was utterly unacceptable.
Placing his hand back on the Summoning Book, Ye Huan felt no hesitation this time. He gently flipped it open, revealing the first page of the 2012 Arms Compendium.
Just as Ye Huan had guessed, the first page of the Summoning Book clearly displayed an Arms item: a sleek silver handgun!
And Ye Huan was no stranger to this handgun—it was the Desert Eagle!
The handgun, known as the Desert Eagle, is the most frequently featured pistol in various gunfight games of the Twenty-First Century. Its destructive power surpasses that of many rifles, making it an object of obsession for men everywhere.
But can this weapon truly be summoned like an ordinary Summoner would?
Out of the corner of his eye, Ye Huan caught sight of the four Ruffians closing in on him. Gritting his teeth, he mimicked Durei IV's summoning technique, pressing his right hand against the first page of the Summoning Book. He shouted, "Come forth! Desert Eagle!"
As Ye Huan's voice echoed, a cloud of smoke and mist began to rise from the Summoning Book, enveloping him in a strange haze. Even the approaching Ruffians halted in their tracks, sensing something unusual.
After about ten seconds, the mist surrounding Ye Huan gradually dissipated, revealing him once more. He appeared much the same as before, except now he held a gleaming silver Desert Eagle in his hand, and the 16k-sized Summoning Book had vanished.
Slowly raising his hand, Ye Huan aimed the dark muzzle of the Desert Eagle directly at the Ruffian who had just attacked him. A smirk curled at the corners of his mouth, forming a perfectly disdainful smile.
Noticing the change in Ye Huan's demeanor, even without knowing what he was holding, the Ruffian felt an unsettling shift in the atmosphere. In a hurry, he drew his Ring-Handled Saber and infused it with all the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy he could muster as a First-Level Warrior.
After channeling the energy, a faint milky white glow appeared along the blade of the Ring-Handled Saber, reminiscent of sword energy described in later fantasy novels.
However, for Ye Huan, whether it was sword energy or not was irrelevant. With the powerful Desert Eagle in hand, he was confident he could take down this Ruffian with a single shot—provided that the Ruffian's reflexes couldn't match that of a bullet...
Gently, Ye Huan squeezed the trigger.
Bang!
A deafening roar erupted as immense recoil surged through the Desert Eagle into Ye Huan's wrist, causing his arm to tingle slightly. The bullet that had been in the magazine sped toward the Ruffian.
In less than a blink of an eye, the Ruffian's head was blown apart. The force of the Desert Eagle's bullet sent pieces flying; blood mixed with brain matter burst forth like a horrifying flower blooming in red and white—a sight both shocking and gruesome...
The crowd surrounding the scene still couldn't comprehend what had just happened. The loud bang echoed in their ears, leaving them bewildered. However, their attention quickly shifted to the gruesome sight of the Ruffian, whose head had been blown apart.
He was dead; just moments ago, he had been a living being, and now he was gone forever...
No one could describe the shock of that gunshot, just as no one could articulate the melody of a requiem.
With a soft thud, the milky light on the Ring-Handled Saber vanished, and the weapon clattered to the ground. It was only then that the body of the Ruffian slowly collapsed, causing the remaining three Ruffians to fall back in terror, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Ye Huan.
"Get lost!"
Having just taken a life, Ye Huan felt a heavy weight in his heart. Even with memories from two lifetimes, it barely kept him from retching.
Upon hearing Ye Huan's command, the three Ruffians scrambled away in a panic, rolling and crawling in one direction, terrified that Ye Huan would treat them like he had treated their fallen companion.
At that moment, as they fled like they were escaping a plague, the crowd finally snapped back to reality. They collectively gasped in shock, their gazes toward Ye Huan filled with respect for his strength.
It was precisely at this time that many more people from farther away were drawn to the sound of gunfire.
One individual finally managed to push through the throng and reached the center of the scene. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment before seemingly recalling something important. He hurriedly approached Ye Huan and stammered out, "Young Master, you... you... you killed someone?"
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