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One plus four equals five. Mathematically speaking, the combined level of Ye Huan and Weiyang seemed to be on par with Zhang Ren's level. However...
Staring intently at the Three Foot Azure Edge in Zhang Ren's hand, which was emanating a faint white glow of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, Ye Huan clutched his 16k Summoning Book, feeling a sense of unease. He couldn't help but ask Weiyang, "Weiyang, are you scared?"
"Scared? I'm not scared at all..."
Like a hard rock, Weiyang remained exceptionally calm, tightly gripping an unknown staff in his hand.
"Oh, if you're not scared then neither am I... wait, not scared at all?"
Upon hearing Weiyang's words, Ye Huan felt a surge of confidence. But after pondering for a moment, he sensed something was off and hurriedly glanced at Weiyang's lower body.
In his line of sight, beneath Weiyang's round belly, two elephantine legs were trembling uncontrollably, clearly indicating that he was extremely nervous.
Across from them, Zhang Ren listened to Ye Huan and Weiyang's conversation with disdain. He scoffed and then exerted a slight force with his feet, launching himself toward Weiyang like a swift leopard.
In Zhang Ren's eyes, a level one summoner posed no threat to him; the first target to eliminate was the fat guy—Weiyang.
Having grown up pampered in the Mage Association, Weiyang had never faced high-level warriors before. In this situation, instead of attacking, he took a step back in fear.
Often, victory or defeat is determined in an instant.
Just as Weiyang stepped back, the Three Foot Azure Edge glimmering with faint white light was already in front of him. With a single strike, it shattered the wind Barrier and pressed effortlessly against Weiyang's thick chest.
"Fatty, I really don't understand why someone with your strength would still resist. Someone! Bind this guy with Mithril chains!" With his right hand steadily gripping the hilt of his sword, Zhang Ren wore a cold smile on his face. After mocking Weiyang, he turned to the few people who had accompanied him earlier and issued a couple of commands.
Mithril Chain, a metal that nearly everyone living on the Nine Provinces Continent is familiar with, especially given the numerous Professionals who have committed heinous crimes across this land. Mithril is precisely the kind of chain that can suppress Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. As long as one has even a trace of Mithril on them, they cannot absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, nor can they utilize the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within their bodies.
Perhaps having anticipated this, the servants around quickly produced two extremely thin white Mithril cords from their pockets and approached Weiyang slowly.
"No, if Weiyang gets captured, won't I be next?" Watching everything unfold, Ye Huan, clutching the 2012 Arms Compendium, gritted his teeth in frustration. Taking advantage of Weiyang's momentary distraction, he pressed his hand on the Compendium and summoned the Desert Eagle, gripping it tightly.
He raised his hand, aimed, and fired—bang!
With the sound of the gunshot, Ye Huan finally felt a sense of relief. In his mind, there was no way Zhang Ren could withstand a weapon like the Desert Eagle. However, the next second, the voice of City Lord Zhang Feng suddenly rang out: "Impressive skills! I never expected a first-level Summoner to unleash such a powerful attack. It seems I underestimated you before."
"What?!"
Staring wide-eyed in shock, Ye Huan saw Zhang Feng three meters ahead of him, blood slowly dripping from his left hand. Yet his face bore an eerie smile, as if to say that Ye Huan's Desert Eagle was nothing remarkable.
Then came a sharp sound; from Zhang Feng's wound, the bullet from the Desert Eagle was actually forced out…
And then…
There was nothing more to follow…
Because after that bullet was expelled from Zhang Feng's wound, he swiftly closed in on Ye Huan and struck him down with a knife-hand blow that knocked him unconscious.
At the same time, Zhang Ren, who had been stunned by the gunshot and had just realized Zhang Feng was injured, reacted quickly. He followed suit by knocking Weiyang unconscious before rushing to Zhang Feng's side and anxiously asked, "Uncle, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Zhang Feng raised his right hand to signal that he was okay. Meanwhile, a large amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy rapidly gathered at his wound. The injury visibly healed at an astonishing rate until it was as good as new.
Seeing that Zhang Feng was not seriously harmed eased Zhang Ren's worries. He then recalled how he had been so startled by the gunfire that he couldn't move; a hint of embarrassment flushed across his handsome face. After a moment, he lifted his head again, gripping his sword tightly as he glared at Ye Huan with a fierce expression and said to Zhang Feng, "Uncle, this guy actually hurt you! This is unforgivable; let me kill him!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Zhang Ren turned around without waiting for Zhang Feng to say anything and strode towards Ye Huan.
Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the air.
Before Zhang Ren could get far, he felt a heavy kick on his backside, sending him crashing to the ground in a clumsy fall, his long sword lost somewhere in the chaos.
"Fool! How could I, Zhang Feng, have a nephew like you? Are you planning to kill them and then attend the Trial Assembly? You should know that this time both the Sovereign and the little princess will be coming to watch. If our Beiyuan City can't present a satisfactory performance, how do you expect to marry the little princess?"
With a cold snort, Zhang Feng glared at the sprawled-out Zhang Ren, gritting his teeth in anger. Reluctantly, he walked over to Weiyang and quickly retrieved her identification, tossing it into a nearby pond. He did the same with Ye Huan's identification before turning back to Zhang Ren and saying, "Zhang Ren, make sure to take good care of them. I want them to shine at this Trial Assembly and bring honor to Beiyuan City."
In truth, when Zhang Feng first heard his foolish nephew claim he had captured two people, he sensed something was off. He knew that small vendors in Beiyuan City typically pushed carts through the streets selling their wares; it made no sense for someone to be wandering around with a burden.
Upon hearing that one of them claimed to be from the Ye Family and the other was a member of the Mage Association, Zhang Feng realized things had gone awry. However, just last night he had received news that the annual Trial Assembly would be held in Beiyuan City, with both the Sovereign and the little princess attending. Seizing this opportunity, he thought of having these two participate in the Trial Assembly.
After all, compared to other cities, there were very few professionals in Beiyuan City willing to break the law. Who would have thought that Ye Huan and Weiyang would end up captured by his utterly foolish nephew? Wasn't this a stroke of luck?
"Yes, Uncle, I understand. I'll take them down now," Zhang Ren replied.
Carefully getting up from the ground and rubbing his sore backside, Zhang Ren spoke to Lord Zhang Feng. After receiving a nod from him, he instructed his subordinates to securely bind Ye Huan and Weiyang with Mithril Chains. Then feeling somewhat embarrassed, he approached Zhang Feng and whispered, "Uncle, do you think you could help me propose to the Sovereign? Will it be successful?"
"You're only thinking about the little princess. To be honest, I have no confidence either. If you manage to marry her, our Zhang family might rise in status due to our connection with royalty. But if you fail... well, there's nothing I can do about it. Now go!"
Frowning, Zhang Feng himself had no assurance regarding this proposal to Current Sovereign Zhao Wujie and vented his frustration on Zhang Ren.
"Yes, yes." Although he didn't receive a definitive answer, Zhang Ren was already quite happy. He eagerly led his subordinates as they carried Ye Huan and Weiyang towards a nearby room…
Three hours later.
After days and nights of being hunted by the man in black, Ye Huan had to admit that he had slept exceptionally well in the cell. However, upon opening his eyes, he was greeted by a face that filled him with great displeasure. Unable to suppress his frustration, he asked, "Zhang Ren, what are you doing here? Where's Weiyang? What have you done to him?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Huan instinctively tried to summon the 2012 Arms Compendium, only to be shocked to discover that he was tightly bound and unable to mobilize even the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within him.
"Is the Weiyang you mentioned that fat guy? Haha, don't worry, he's in another room. Just say the word, and I'll take you to see him right away."
With a sly grin, Zhang Ren pulled his head back. Beneath his long hair, his handsome face revealed a hint of lewdness.
Noticing the expression on Zhang Ren's face, Ye Huan immediately became alert and filled with suspicion.
After observing for a while and realizing that Zhang Ren had no immediate intentions of attacking him, Ye Huan turned his head and asked, "So, what do you want?"
As someone who had crossed over from the Twenty-First Century, Ye Huan had a very obvious trait: he was 'mature for his age.' Influenced by novels, television shows, and the internet, he understood from Zhang Ren's lewd expression that Zhang Ren must have some request of him; otherwise, why would he be so polite?
Sure enough, as soon as Ye Huan asked this question, Zhang Ren quickly responded, "I want to know how you injured my uncle..."
"Your uncle? Oh, you mean the lord of Beiyuan City? What's so impressive about injuring him?" After Zhang Ren's reminder, Ye Huan recalled the scene just before he was knocked out.
Compared to injuring a city lord, Ye Huan was more concerned about how Zhang Feng could move faster than a bullet. In Ye Huan's understanding, possessing Twenty-First Century Arms should give him an advantage in attack power in this world. But now? A Seventh Level Warrior could move faster than a bullet—this was simply unscientific!
"What's so impressive about that? He's just a Seventh Level powerhouse! Well, even if you ambushed him, it shouldn't be like this. In this world, aside from a few defensive beasts like the Hell Serpent, it's the professionals above Level Six that are the toughest..." Seeing Ye Huan speak so casually about it only piqued Zhang Ren's curiosity further; his handsome face leaned closer to Ye Huan.
A defensive beast like the Hell Serpent? Please!
Ye Huan scoffed inwardly. He really wanted to tell this guy that he had already killed a Hell Serpent. But considering he was currently tied up, how could he possibly say that? With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Ye Huan's eyes darted around before he came up with an idea and said, "Do you really want to know?"
"I really want to know..."
"I really want to know, so help me untie this damn rope..." Ye Huan rolled over on the bed, feeling extremely annoyed by the ropes binding him, and directed his request at Zhang Ren.
"...."
Zhang Ren looked at Ye Huan in silence, wanting nothing more than to strangle the guy. However, his uncle had made it very clear that he needed to keep this guy around for the Trial Assembly; otherwise, Zhang Ren couldn't guarantee that his hand wouldn't tremble and lead to a fatal incident.
After hesitating for a while, Zhang Ren ultimately gave up on the idea of letting Ye Huan speak and turned to leave the room.
"Hey, don't go!"
Seeing Zhang Ren actually walk away, Ye Huan shouted angrily, his voice hoarse from yelling, but no one paid him any attention.
Lying on the bed and staring at the beams above, Ye Huan gradually felt a wave of worry wash over him.
According to Huaxia Nation's laws, injuring the lord of Beiyuan City should be considered a serious crime. Why had the lord not only refrained from punishing him but also moved him from the basement to this place?
Was it really just for that nonsense called the Trial Assembly?
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