Chaotic World Book-Chapter 1180 - 885: The Third Zhang Card (Part 3)

Capítulo 1180: Chapter 885: The Third Zhang Card (Part 3)

Ye Wuming sighed: “Zhao Changhe, if only you weren’t so clever, you might be a bit more adorable.”

“Because you want a pawn, not a husband?”

“…” Ye Wuming really didn’t want to get caught up in these ambiguous words, coldly said: “So you draw your sword at me, meaning you want to fight me?”

“That’s right.” Zhao Changhe coldly said: “I am officially telling you, the pawn you manipulated is now standing on equal footing with you. In terms of power, it’s already stronger than you. If you persist in refusing to face this fact, then I will make you face it right now.”

Ye Wuming squinted at him for a while and slowly said: “Then let me see.”

As the words were spoken, a pair of jade hands suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Changhe’s face, as if to slap him. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Zhao Changhe flipped his broadsword and slashed towards Ye Wuming’s neck.

Ye Wuming suddenly felt as if time and space stopped, his movement unable to proceed, the Dragon Sparrow already at his neck.

—Since Ye Jiuyou would be momentarily controlled in such a sudden time stop situation, Ye Wuming would also fall for it.

But even though Ye Wuming fell for it, Zhao Changhe’s slash also failed to have an effect, equally frozen in time, the two seemed petrified, then quickly broke apart, each retreating.

In the moment of retreating, Zhao Changhe’s steps paused, then like a fierce tiger rebounding, he thrust forward with an angry slash.

Ye Wuming swiftly reached out and slammed his hand on the side of the blade.

“Bang!” A terrifying Qi Force burst at the point of contact between the two, Zhao Changhe was sent plummeting backward, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Wuming, however, was unaffected, continuing to advance, his jade hand aiming directly at Zhao Changhe’s chest: “Is this what you call being on the same level as me?”

Zhao Changhe, retreating, smiled slightly: “Certainly.”

Being able to withstand one move and merely retreat rather than collapse entirely is in itself a sign of being on the same level. It’s just that the power gap within the same level is such that though a one-on-one might not prevail, a gang-up is no longer an issue.

Ye Wuming, in truth, is just stubbornly maintaining the facade of leading you, unable to admit everyone as equals.

But Zhao Changhe had no intention of ganging up right now; as he spoke, his form flickered away, Ye Wuming’s palm striking empty air, with sword light like mountains collapsing and seas overturning slicing towards his back.

But this slash seemed to be separated by millions of miles and countless dimensions, unable to reach Ye Wuming no matter what.

Ye Wuming leisurely turned around, pointing a finger at the sword tip.

“Bang!” Energy exploded once again, Ye Wuming slightly swayed, reappearing behind Zhao Changhe.

Both of them recalled the dream from back then, where a young demoness with a dagger toyed with a broadsword-wielding man, stabbing from behind and drifting away, leaving only a fragrant breeze.

At that time, Zhao Changhe could say he was “killed” by her countless times, each time with an extraordinarily real sense of pain.

As the thought crossed his mind, Zhao Changhe executed a textbook backslash, aiming at Ye Wuming’s ribs. That finger lightly withdrew and once more touched the side of the blade, Zhao Changhe spat another mouthful of blood, retreating several steps.

Zhao Changhe’s body slightly crouched, as if preparing to spring up again, in a very standard stance of gods and buddhas scattering.

Ye Wuming raised his palm.

Regardless, three moves have passed, yet it was just a slight disadvantage. If it were necessary to prove a level, it has long been proven.

Now it was merely to let this stubborn man know who is truly the boss.

“Whoosh!” A black shadow flashed, the Star River suspended between the two, with a girl’s voice coming from the blade: “Mom and Dad, stop fighting…”

All of Ye Wuming’s gathered killing intent dissipated completely, his half-opened mouth akin to having stuffing of a foul egg.

Zhao Changhe’s fighting spirit also gradually subsided, suddenly smiling: “Though I can’t beat you… it’s an honor to truly stand before you as a challenger. It took… thirty-three years.”

Ye Wuming remained silent.

Though neither used any Heaven and Earth Shattering Ultimate Skills, it was merely a regular match… yet contained many extremely Mystical Laws, space-time, True Illusion, a rapid exchange of movements, revealing genuine skills.

Years ago, in the Dream Entry, it seemed like a game, who would have thought such a day would come. That young and inexperienced boy pointing his sword with challenge and conquest in his eyes, undisguised.

Zhao Changhe said: “Can we now speak openly? Whether it’s the child’s school district or everything related to the Heavenly Dao.”

Ye Wuming was silent for a moment, finally turning towards a certain corridor: “Since discussing matters, how could it be without wine. Follow me.”

Zhao Changhe sheathed his sword and followed, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, word by word saying: “Ye Wuming… one day, I will lay the Dragon Sparrow upon your neck.”

Ye Wuming kept walking, responding lightly: “I’ll be waiting.”