Chapter 450: He is arrogant

Just as it got dark, Chen Guanlou returned home.

The team members gathered at his house to continue patrolling the night.

He didn't say any words to boost morale, directly telling everyone to bring their weapons. He carried his own standard-issue waist saber and said softly, "Let's go!"

The night patrol began.

As for Qi Wuxiu, he would continue to pay attention and help if he could. So what if he resigned from the Embroidered Uniform Guard? In this day and age, besides working for the government, one could only rely on noble families. They were all just running dogs for others, and Chen Guanlou felt that, in the current situation, it was more cost-effective to be a running dog for the imperial court. At least no one would deduct money for slacking off, and there weren't that many mothers-in-law above his head.

It was dark and cold. Everything around was quiet.

The situation was tense; every household had their doors tightly shut and had gone to rest early. Perhaps they hadn't rested, but were all pricking up their ears to listen to the movement outside the door. But they absolutely dared not make any noise, for fear of attracting the enemy's attention.

Turning a corner, four people appeared in front, four people blocking the way.

Chen Guanlou raised his eyebrows slightly, using the light of the torches to size up the opposite side.

One of the people on the other side asked, "Are you Chen Guanlou?"

"I am! And who are you people?"

"The people who want your life."

Chen Guanlou lowered his head and smiled. The team members were all very nervous, but he signaled everyone to stay back and not be nervous.

"The last time I heard such arrogant words, who was that person? It doesn't matter who it was; anyway, the grass on their grave is already a person's height. You all come together."

"How arrogant!"

"A youth is not a youth if they aren't arrogant. I don't have any other skills, but my mouth is arrogant."

"I hope your cultivation is as arrogant as your mouth."

Chen Guanlou pursed his lips and smiled. "In this day and age, do people like to chatter on and on before taking action when killing? If it were me, I would just kill directly."

As soon as the word "kill" left his mouth, the blade's light flickered in the dark night.

Swish!

Is it raining?

The team members looked up at the sky; the moonlight was hazy.

Touching their cheeks, it was sticky, and a bloody smell rushed into the sky.

It was raining! A rain of blood.

Chen Guanlou put away his saber and said to the team members behind him, "Drag the corpses away, so they don't block the road."

"You killed them just like that?"

"Hmm, killed them!" Chen Guanlou said nonchalantly.

"I thought they were very powerful."

"Powerful? I didn't feel it." Chen Guanlou felt a bit lonely; the loneliness of a master. Mere fourth or fifth-rankers dared to chatter in front of him; it was truly annoying.

"Brother Lou, what rank are you exactly?"

Chen Guanlou looked at the curious gaze of the other party and smiled softly. "The rank doesn't matter."

"What matters then?"

"Being able to kill people is what matters."

"Brother Lou, I'll help you wipe the saber!" The sycophantic team member approached.

Chen Guanlou:...

This saber should indeed be wiped. The saber issued by the imperial court was of average quality. It couldn't compare to the big saber he had customized for several hundred taels of silver; it had already drunk blood and had a bloody aura. Once unsheathed, it must kill!

The saber was wiped clean.

The corpses were moved to the side of the road.

They continued the night patrol.

All night long, Chen Guanlou encountered several batches of martial artists who named him to kill him; they were all a group of brave men who didn't fear death. When they died, their eyes were still full of disbelief.

Until the fifth watch, the dark night before dawn, he finally encountered a martial artist who could be called an opponent.

The team members were all dismissed by him. When masters spar, it is easy to hurt the innocent. Bystanders should clear out quickly.

Rooftops, moonlight, cold wind; it was a good day for stealing fragrance and jade.

If there were a young lady to warm the bed, it would surely be a night of peaceful sleep.

Chen Guanlou sized up the other party. "Jiang Tu has some ability to be able to hire an eighth-rank martial artist to kill me. I really didn't expect that I, an inconspicuous little pawn, could receive such attention."

"Jiang Tu didn't hire me. I just wanted to see what kind of ability the nameless pawn who killed dozens of martial artists in one night actually has."

"Senior has seen it now, how is it? Are you satisfied?"

"There is something strange about you."

Chen Guanlou's expression suddenly became extremely serious. The last person who said this to him was a Grandmaster. A Grandmaster he couldn't even withstand a single move from.

The other party took a step forward.

Chen Guanlou decisively took a step back.

He was no longer the novice of the past. He knew that there were many ways to conceal a person's true cultivation, and even conceal martial pulses. It could be cultivation techniques, it could be cultivation base, it could also be medicinal pills...

The higher a person's cultivation, the less they wanted to expose themselves, and the more they wanted to conceal themselves. Playing in the world like an ordinary person.

You see him as an eighth-rank cultivation base, but is he necessarily eighth-rank?

Don't trust your own eyes too much.

Seeing is not necessarily believing.

"Who doesn't have something strange about them? In this day and age, without some fortuitous encounters, how would one dare to be arrogant." Chen Guanlou was half-truthful and half-false.

He didn't have a miraculous encounter; he awakened the wisdom of his past lives, which brought with it the fruit of the Dao of longevity. It could barely be considered a miraculous encounter, but it is different from the usual meaning of the term.

The usual meaning of a fortuitous encounter is falling off a cliff, falling into a cave, discovering the secret manual of an ancient senior, practicing divine arts, achieving great success in divine arts, re-entering the world, and killing in all directions.

"Smooth-tongued!"

"No way, it's a professional habit. Dealing with a group of prisoners every day, if my mouth isn't poisonous, I could be angered to death. Is Senior going to kill me?"

"That depends on your performance."

"How is my performance?"

"Arrogant, not knowing life from death."

"Is Senior sure you weren't hired by Jiang Tu?"

"What kind of thing is Jiang Tu."

That tone, tsk tsk!

Disliking his tone for being arrogant, not knowing that the Senior's own tone was even more arrogant. At least he hadn't publicly cursed Jiang Tu for being nothing.

"It's good that Senior wasn't hired by Jiang Tu."

Chen Guanlou became more and more certain that the other party was definitely more than eighth-rank; whether they were a Grandmaster was hard to determine. Being so arrogant, ninth-rank wouldn't be excessive, right?

Below the Grandmaster level, ninth-rankers walk sideways, and all martial artists in the world must give them face.

Chen Guanlou wasn't sure if he could withstand a ninth-rank martial artist, because he hadn't fought one yet. His assessment of his own strength came entirely from sparring with other martial artists.

There's no time like the present; why not have a hearty fight tonight.

Others said he was arrogant; perhaps he really was arrogant.

Anyway, he moved first!

Swish!

The saber left the sheath, fighting with all his might.

The air was compressed, solidified, and suddenly exploded, setting off a monstrous wave.

Boom, boom, boom...

The moonlight in the sky was beautiful! The Thunder God and the Lightning Mother were both resting.

But a deep pit exploded out of thin air on the ground, the roof was directly overturned, and the walls collapsed.

The perfectly good house turned into ruins in the blink of an eye, as if it had been hit by a tornado.

Chen Guanlou headed straight for the outskirts of the city.

The other party followed closely.

Chen Guanlou used the fastest speed of his life, running wildly. He looked back and saw the other party biting him tightly.

Damn it, he kicked an iron plate tonight.

Confirmed, the other party was not eighth-rank. If not a Grandmaster, they were at least a peak ninth-rank.

It was a pity his big saber wasn't on him. The standard-issue waist saber issued by the imperial court turned to dust in half a round. He could only endure it hard.

He should be able to withstand it.

He laughed.

The withered branches and fallen leaves on the tree turned into sharp swords and killed towards the back, all of which were blocked by the other party waving their sleeves.

"Senior has such sharp moves! Then, can you withstand this move of mine!"

Before the words fell, the water from the river flooded the night sky, forcefully splitting heaven and earth in two. Controlling water to attack, using water as a saber, condensing Qi into a sword; the contest of the highest martial arts did not allow for the slightest mistake. ===== CHAPTER 451 =====