Chapter 640

In the center of the large square of the Jixia Academy.

Chen Guanlou landed lightly, his eyes sweeping across; the surroundings were all full. They were all the prominent noble families of the capital, imperial relatives, and wealthy nobles. He also saw Prince Chen Guanfu not far from the Emperor. Chen Guanfu nodded slightly at him.

This circle of seats can be called golden seats. If a seat isn't sold for a hundred taels, it's a loss.

The Jixia Academy made a fortune this time.

This wave of traffic was brought by him, but he only deserves to eat scallion pancakes, and they wouldn't share a single cent with him.

It's infuriating!

Chen Guanlou was so angry that he bit off the last bite of the scallion pancake and took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers gently.

Relying on a face that was like a cheat code, even though he was dressed plainly—just ordinary cotton clothes—he could still cause a crowd of young ladies to bite their thin lips, their hearts trembling slightly.

The face is really good-looking!

Although they didn't see his body, thinking of such a handsome warrior, that physique... the young wives didn't dare to think too deeply.

Even the concubines, looking at the slightly chubby, aged Emperor sitting there, and then looking at that handsome face in the center of the square, really wanted to kidnap this boy into the harem and hide him away, even if it meant not sleeping all night long.

Chen Guanlou felt a chill; someone had ill intentions toward him. He looked up and around, but didn't see anything suspicious.

"I'm here! Where is Master Qi? Could it be that he wants to be a coward?"

As soon as the voice came out, it seemed to explode in the ears; inside and outside the venue, on the mountain tops, tens of thousands of people heard it clearly. The noisy scene instantly quieted down.

Oh my!

Is this the power of a Ninth-Rank warrior?

With one opening of his mouth, he could make everyone present hear clearly. No need for a loudspeaker broadcast.

Terrifying!

"Presumptuous!"

The shouts of "presumptuous" came from the mouths of the Jixia Academy students, rushing toward him.

Chen Guanlou sneered, "Petty tricks, daring to show off before an expert!"

He stepped down, and the bluestone slab under his feet shattered, the fragments shooting toward the Jixia Academy students.

"Protect the Emperor, protect the Emperor..."

"Stop panicking! Aren't you ashamed?" The Emperor Jian Shi was very angry. "I believe Official Chen is loyal to the monarch and patriotic; you all stop making a fuss."

A demonic wind swept through, rushing toward the students; the gravel turned in unison and landed obediently on the ground, writing two words: Arrogant!

Following the demonic wind, a handsome middle-aged man who looked very young, at most thirty-something, landed on the square holding a whisk, facing Chen Guanlou directly.

"You are Master Qi?" Chen Guanlou was quite curious; a sixty-year-old looking so young, he is worthy of being a Ninth-Rank warrior.

"You are the madman Chen Guanlou?"

"Madman, me? Haha..." Chen Guanlou laughed. "Challenging you is called being a madman, then what should your disciples barking in front of me be called? Mad dogs?"

"Presumptuous!"

"Presumptuous!"

Shouts of "presumptuous"—this is not learning from the lesson.

"Noisy!" Chen Guanlou waved his sleeve, and a clear breeze rose in the calm square, but the breeze turned into wind blades, putting people to death.

"Truly arrogant!" Master Qi waved his whisk, blocking the wind blades. "What kind of skill is it to bully the weak?"

"Since you know you are weak, yet you dare to be noisy in front of me, intentionally seeking death, how can I not fulfill your wish?"

"Who is seeking death, it's too early to say."

"Haha... how do you want to fight?" Chen Guanlou asked directly, too lazy to talk nonsense. Those clowns, it wouldn't be too late to clean them up after the fight.

"Show your weapon."

"No need for weapons; heaven and earth are my weapons!"

"There are noble people all around..."

"Then let's go to the sky to fight!" As soon as Chen Guanlou finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot and slashed down with his palm, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, determined to win.

"Good boy!" Master Qi didn't expect the opponent to be so aggressive, starting a fight without a word. He decisively leaped into mid-air; he couldn't let the boy be proud.

In mid-air, two gusts of wind suddenly rose, becoming increasingly intense.

The clear sky suddenly became dark.

The clouds in the sky gathered rapidly, the strong wind rolled the clouds, covering the sky and blocking the sun, flying sand and moving stones. Mountain rocks fell, giant trees were uprooted, and branches and stones danced wantonly in mid-air, rushing toward the crowd with murderous momentum.

Because of watching the excitement, people were injured or died, fleeing everywhere to hide.

How could ordinary people withstand the aftermath of a Ninth-Rank warrior's duel?

Look at that square, the strong wind howling; the noble people present, regardless of gender, were blown about. Fortunately, they all had warrior guards by their sides to protect their safety.

For example, beside the Emperor Jian Shi, several Eighth or Ninth-Rank eunuch warriors were protecting him, so even in the strong wind, he was safe.

"Bald old man, have you no strength left?"

"Arrogant boy, today I will let you know how to write the word 'death'?"

In the very center of the strong wind, two voices of scolding bombed the mountain top.

Clang, clang, clang...

The continuous sound of striking, heard in the ears, made the heart beat along with it, as if the heart would jump out in the next second and die right there.

Everyone looked up at the sky; except for two tornadoes entangled together, they couldn't see anything. But everyone still watched with great interest, fully focused. Even those who had suffered misfortune and were injured couldn't care about their injuries, only regretting that they were too far from the tornado and couldn't experience it personally.

Some warriors were even more yearning, wishing they could replace them and feel the lethality of the Ninth Rank.

Chen Guanlou was injured, his internal organs injured, and blood was vomiting out as if it were worthless. Such a serious internal injury would have killed anyone else long ago, but he fought more fiercely the more he fought.

Relying on the Longevity Dao Fruit to repair his body, he fought with his life, turning himself into a blade, a sword, and heaven and earth.

Master Qi became angrier the more he fought.

As soon as they exchanged moves, he knew the opponent was no match for him. He would end the battle within twenty moves at most.

Things were indeed as he imagined at the beginning; after a dozen moves, the opponent had already suffered internal organ injuries and vomited blood. But after twenty moves, the opponent still hadn't fallen and was still fighting desperately.

Thirty moves, forty moves, fifty moves—the opponent had vomited a large bowl of blood, but fought more fiercely, as if he had infinite energy. His moves were also becoming more exquisite, and his combat experience was becoming more proficient. It was clear that he was using him to practice moves and improve his cultivation. This showed that he usually had no chance to fight, and having rarely encountered an evenly matched opponent, he wanted to use him to the end.

Too bullying!

Unreasonable!

Shameless to the extreme!

Not following the martial virtues!

Think of him, the dignified Master Qi; since he was twenty, he had never fed moves to anyone or helped anyone practice moves. It was always others feeding him moves and helping him practice.

Today, he was used by a young madman and couldn't get away. The opponent was entangled too tightly; if he wanted to get away, he would have to pay the price of internal organ injury, and he would lose face big time.

The whisk in his hand had long been ruined and was nothing but a bare stick. He decisively threw away the whisk, and the two simply used their bodies as weapons, turning the world upside down.

"Boy, how could I let your calculations go as you wish? Die for me!"

"Old man, just say it if you can't beat me! I promise not to laugh at you." Chen Guanlou vomited a mouthful of blood in passing and turned heaven and earth into a blade to slash at the opponent.

"Well come! Daring to use me to practice moves, today I will let you know what's good for you."

A thousand cuts, every move fatal!