With the Blade

What exactly is the monster waiting for?

Shan Bing finally knew.

The monster is waiting for Du Chengfeng. This is a duel between the monster and the giant. From the beginning, this matter had nothing to do with them.

But now, it is related.

They remembered the horror of the monster, they became the monster’s strength, their fear further added to the monster’s might — however, at this moment, the only person who seemed able to defeat this monster, the giant, was forgotten in the corner due to isolation.

With such disadvantage, even if this giant stood up, how could he possibly defeat the monster?

It must be understood, the monster has truly entered the realm of deities.

Just like now.

"Since you came out yourself, it saves me the trouble of seeking you out."

As he said this, Emperor Tian pointed downwards from the high platform at Du Chengfeng on the ground.

"Divine Sword, Fallen Sun."

The blazing sun descended from the heavens; it was an irresistible sword light.

Yet facing the ancient and sharp sword falling through the air, Du Chengfeng merely scratched his head.

"Sorry, I zoned out just now and didn’t hear clearly, you said you sun what?"

The falling sword light fiercely pierced down.

The big silhouette was blasted away on the spot.

This made Shan Bing increasingly terrified, especially seeing the giant lying in a pool of blood, the hope that had vaguely risen was once again extinguished, and the final mental pillar completely collapsed.

Emperor Tian is invincible.

This is not a mere verbal assessment, but an established fact.

The existence that reigns supreme will surely win, he will always win, the world revolves around that figure, that figure will always be victorious... he will conquer everything, he will defeat all, he is the ultimate ruler of this world.

Thinking this, Shan Bing’s knees weakened, and he was about to kneel again.

He is just a mortal, merely an ordinary person; in front of such a high and mighty existence, he can only, and must, submit...

"Didn’t I give you a chair?"

Just as Shan Bing was about to collapse, a huge force pulled him back onto the chair.

"Sit tight, nothing major is happening here..."

As he said this, Du Chengfeng, lying in the pool of blood, stood up.

His clothes were indeed torn, even his skin was covered with sword scars — but they were merely scratches, Du Chengfeng touched his wounds, these cuts hadn’t severed his tendons, let alone harmed his bones.

"Just this level?"

Du Chengfeng scratched his head even more vigorously.

It could blast him away, indicating the person had some skill, but the actual damage seemed too little — if it were him, one stab beats ten hacks; just aim for the heart with one sword. What’s the point of all this flashy nonsense?

Du Chengfeng searched his memories and was certain, he truly didn’t recognize this person.

After all, the people he knows are all normal, they act efficiently, if one cut can kill, they won’t use two, unlike this person, who cut him over three hundred times without inflicting a fatal wound.

Moreover, there was another point that made Du Chengfeng quite angry.

That is, the person hosting the martial arts tournament had no martial virtue.

"I was chatting with someone, and you attacked without saying the tournament began, do people host martial arts tournaments like you?"

As he spoke, Du Chengfeng spat onto the ground.

"How could there be someone so shameless like you... Yo."

Before finishing his words, Du Chengfeng felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

For suddenly, he realized everyone was watching him.

Not just the stranger on the high platform, nor just Shan Bing beside him, but all the audience in the stands, hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of spectators — they were all watching him, all staring at his figure, as if they had seen something shocking.

"This... so big?"

Someone was the first to exclaim like this.

Immediately, the whole crowd was in an uproar.

Du Chengfeng quickly searched the remnants on his body, he finally realized what had happened — the sword didn’t kill him, but it directly shredded all his clothes.

Simply put, he was almost naked now.

"Isn’t that Master Du?"

At this moment, another voice rose among the audience.

"He is called Du Chengfeng! I remember the name!"

"Right! I recall it’s him! It’s him!"

"Yes, him! I surely didn’t remember wrong! Only he is this big!"

"Where do you mean big?"

...

Amidst the stands, the audience clamored and argued, the farce seemed to have diluted the previous fear and bloodshed — at least they were no longer discussing the majesty of Emperor Tian, but whether the giant should have a giant bird.

This made Du Chengfeng increasingly frantic. He had flipped through every piece of fabric on him, yet the sharpness of the sword light was such, he couldn’t find even a single piece to cover himself.

"Stop looking! Everyone stop looking!"

Seeing no decent cloth at hand, Du Chengfeng could only lift up his broad sword to shield himself, but this clearly didn’t work, the audience grew even more curious.

So Du Chengfeng shifted his gaze to Shan Bing.

"I taught you a move, right? Now can you help me with something?"

"I..."

For a moment, Shan Bing didn’t regain his senses; his gaze was still on the high platform.

On the high platform, the invincible Emperor Tian’s face was ashen; clearly, anyone would not be pleased with an unsuccessful strike — but at this moment, Shan Bing realized clearly, the Emperor Tian wasn’t angry over the failed strike.

What truly infuriated Emperor Tian was the audience.

The terror between life and death vanished, the unmatched fear dissipated, dissipating at the moment the Little Giant appeared, dissipating amidst these cheers and laughter — indeed, Emperor Tian remained terrifying and invincible, but what of it?

This terror, this invincibility, people have tasted it for too long, have experienced it for too long.

Truthfully, a giant and giant bird seem more interesting.

"No, we’ve met before, could you lend me clothes?"

While Shan Bing hadn’t regained his senses, Du Chengfeng was already anxious; he had never experienced such embarrassment, even when first arriving at this world, emerging from the forest, at least a feeble hunter could provide a pair of trousers.

But now...

"Truly, people today lack virtue."

Du Chengfeng gritted his teeth.

Then he looked at the high platform.

Shan Bing not lending him clothes was understandable, borrowing was a favor, refusing was anyone’s right — but the one who tore his clothes, doesn’t this beast know how troublesome it is to make clothes for someone his size?

"Die!"

With a roar, the blazing fire blade swung high and crashed onto the platform.

"Boom—"

The roaring blaze echoed through the venue, deafening.

"Wow!"

The audience all exclaimed, apparently, the most impressive scene they had seen in months.

Afterward, their gazes shifted from Du Chengfeng with the raised sword to that charred high platform.

"Great!"

Seeing the pitch-black platform, the audience cheered even more.

"...Great?"

At that moment, a voice emerged from the darkness.

Soon after, blinding sword light shot towards the stands.