Chapter 62: with translation of chapter title

Sorry, I currently have no plans to join a guild.

Strong psychological discomfort made him instinctively dodge backward, trying to avoid the woman who was getting close.

But the woman seemed to have discovered something interesting, and instead stepped closer, pressing even nearer; her hand landed on his back and kept drawing circles, "Really, won't you consider it, little~ bro~~ther~~~"

As those three words were drawn out, Chen Shicheng instantly got goosebumps all over.

If it was merely discomfort before, now it's nausea.

Because he wasn't sure of the players' exact levels here, nor whether they had Divine Perception, and wanting to avoid trouble, Chen Shicheng never dared to use Divine Perception to observe their true appearances.

But you really can't stand someone forcefully crowding in front of you!

That woman with a pinched voice was so close that, through the hollows of the mask's eye holes, he could even see the crow's-feet at the corner of her eyes that no powder could conceal.

Thinking again that her scent was probably feminine wash, Chen Shicheng shuddered, broke free from her hand, and jumped over two meters away, "I truly truly do not want to join your guild! Go ask someone else!"

You

Even without lifting her head, the woman knew everyone in the tent was staring at her; the silent gazes made her somewhat lose face.

In her anger she flipped her right hand, a nail-shaped magic treasure appeared out of thin air, and she raised her hand intending to give this clueless newcomer a lesson.

But before she could strike, she suddenly sensed something; the woman swiftly turned her head and twisted her body, dodging the chain blade that aimed to press onto her shoulder, and looked at Shuigu Tang with surprise and uncertainty.

Pick the soft persimmon to pinch!

The couple had already anticipated this situation before hosting the gathering, so the troublesome Shuigu Tang became the best breakthrough.

They assumed Shuigu Tang wouldn't dare to act.

Smack!

The silent Ganjiang slammed his hand on the table, "Shuigu Tang, you're going too far—daring to strike at the gathering! Don't you remember how we agreed?"

"An agreement?" Without waiting for Shuigu Tang to speak, Chen Shicheng coldly snorted, "Heh, when you two suggested meeting offline just now, why didn't you mention the agreement?"

"Little brat, do you even have the right to speak here?" Ganjiang's fierce gaze fell on the speaking Chen Shicheng, "For a newcomer to even enter this tent is already giving you face—don't throw it away."

Chen Shicheng frowned at him, then turned to Shuigu Tang and asked, "What do you say? Should we stay low-key? I think this gathering might not continue—shall we leave?"

"Leave? Is this a place where you can come and go as you please?"

Seeing Chen Shicheng ignore him, Ganjiang dropped the pretense; a foot-long flying sword shot from his sleeve, emitting a green glow, circling him like a nimble fish.

"Damn, start fighting over a disagreement?"

Chen Shicheng warily stared at Ganjiang, True Essence continuously pouring into the Kai Ming Tiger Claw, without turning back he softly asked, "You know him well, right? Do you know his level?"

"If he hasn't been idle lately, he's probably around level 13 or 14—you wanna fight?" Shuigu Tang fixed a deadly stare on the woman blocking the door, her two chain blades eager to strike.

Hearing that, Chen Shicheng also hesitated about whether to strike; according to the game mechanics, players who are in the same region in reality are born in the same area when they enter the game. In other words, this man called Ganjiang is at least a fellow provincial from his hometown.

In reality he already had an immortal enemy, Yu Wei, and with his mysterious organization behind him, he already felt overwhelmed.

If he provoked a guild leader as well, he truly didn't know if he could handle it.

Moreover, his current strength composition is extremely skewed; speaking of Attack Power, it's absolutely maxed out, and when charged he believes even the veteran players present couldn't withstand a single blow.

But in other aspects he's still a complete novice; all his skills are Body Refining stage techniques, and if it came to a real fight he couldn't guarantee victory or defeat.

However, aside from a genuine clash of arms, using force as intimidation also seems like a good idea.

Moreover, Chen Shicheng glanced around.

Because of their conflict, the tent was tense; the rest silently watched the unfolding scene, but he keenly noticed that all the other gathering participants had turned sideways to face Ganjiang, their bodies in the optimal stance to exert force.

Needless to say, Ganjiang had provoked everyone's anger, and public opinion was firmly on his side; thus Chen Shicheng made a swift decision, extending his right index and middle fingers together and lightly drawing a line at Ganjiang.

Slash! The Kai Ming Tiger Claw's 1× boost, the Slaying Immortal Sword Intent's 2.6× boost, and the 20% boost from advancing to Qi Refining stage stacked together, making his slash vastly different from before.

An invisible blade aura over three meters high flashed past, almost instantly grazing Ganjiang's body and tearing a huge gap in the tent behind him; the lingering blade intent made everyone present feel as if a sharp edge pressed against their brows, and all their hairs stood on end.

At that moment, the tent was utterly silent, save for the continual rumbling of trees falling outside.

Everyone stared blankly at the space between them; the ground was plowed with a huge gash, the wooden table split in half, and the tent's top was torn open a large gap, through which the outside sky could be seen.

One can imagine how fierce that attack was; had it not deviated, the consequence—after a moment of silence—was that everyone's gaze locked in unison on the motionless Ganjiang, their eyes full of mockery.

An attack of this magnitude is nearly identical to a full-force strike from a level 15 sword cultivator, and this is without using a weapon; with a weapon, it could rival an ancient Golden Core expert.

This is hardly a newcomer; he's completely a low-key big shot—if the big shot wants to leave, just let him go, why insist on holding him back?

Let you make a fuss—this time you've kicked an iron plate, huh!

At this moment, Ganjiang also felt his wife's predicament, wanting to fly into a rage yet daring not to act.

At the moment Chen Shicheng raised his hand, his spirit-linked flying sword reacted, tracing an arc to block in front.

But the flying sword that usually obeyed his arm like a limb was utterly outpaced in speed this instant; just as it began to respond, the invisible attack had already swept past his shoulder.

Moreover, the attack's force—seeing everyone's eyes fixed on him, Ganjiang forcefully flicked his sleeve and, in the motion, retrieved his green flying sword.

Without a word, he gave his wife a glance, then turned and strode out through the torn tent without looking back; only when his silhouette vanished did a faint sound come from outside.

Unreasonable!

(End of chapter)