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The door creaked as Xiao Yefeng closed it behind him. Stepping out of the medical area, a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes. Bai Mingfu had revealed a secret to him, one that only Bai Mingfu knew—a closely guarded secret. To his surprise, he learned that Abel, that foreign demon, was connected to the general manager here, Fatty Li. Moreover, Yuan Xun, the person who had been causing him the most trouble, had also appeared in this place.
After hearing Bai Mingfu's account, Xiao Yefeng realized he had been schemed against—Yuan Xun! It was him again! No wonder he chose to act after Xiao Yefeng left; Yuan Xun had already set up traps at the competition venue. Even if Xiao Yefeng hadn't been injured, he would still have fallen victim to the plot. What a malicious heart!
However, it was because of Xiao Yefeng's momentary selfishness in saving Bai Mingfu that he stumbled upon such a grand conspiracy. From Bai Mingfu's narration, Xiao Yefeng understood the intricacies of this scheme against him. What a cunning Yuan Xun! But this was what they called the cycle of causality—Xiao Yefeng saved Bai Mingfu, and in return, Bai Mingfu informed him of a significant plot.
Lost in thought as he walked, Xiao Yefeng arrived at the edge of the funnel-shaped waiting area for competitors. At that moment, Abel stood there dressed like a Western warrior, brandishing a slender Western sword at him in a clear provocation. It dawned on Xiao Yefeng that there were two waiting areas; he was in Area One while Abel was in Area Two. The entrances faced each other directly, and Abel's arrogance was unmistakable.
Regarding weapons, indeed, as per their agreement from yesterday, Abel was allowed to use cold weapons—any blade or spear he could wield was permissible. Meanwhile, staff members approached with two copies of the contract—the life-and-death agreement!
Any issues arising during the competition would not be the club's responsibility; life and death were fated! Abel had already signed his name on the contract. Seeing this declaration, Xiao Yefeng looked up at Abel across from him. At that moment, Abel pointed his Western sword at Xiao Yefeng and made a throat-cutting gesture. Witnessing this action made Xiao Yefeng sigh inwardly; when there is a path before you and you refuse to walk it, you cannot blame me for forcing my way into hell!
Taking the pen from the staff member, Xiao Yefeng swiftly signed his name on the contract. Once he finished signing, the staff member left without any curiosity—perhaps they were used to such situations. Just as the staff member exited with both contracts in hand, Fatty Li came running down the corridor with heavy footsteps.
"Hey! Has that person from Area One signed yet? Hoo hoo hoo~" Fatty Li panted as he hurriedly asked.
"Manager Li! He has signed!" The staff member looked at their boss with confusion. This hefty man was often referred to as "Meatball" by the workers due to his size; it was hard not to see him that way! However, Meatball usually maintained his composure and rarely moved so energetically.
Upon hearing this response, Fatty Li collapsed onto the ground with a thud, cold sweat dripping from his forehead onto the floor. All he could do was mutter repeatedly, "It's over, it's over; everything is too late!"
"Manager Li? Manager Li?" Wang called out as Fatty Li stumbled away.
"Strange... what happened to Manager Li? Are there really so many people who have died after signing life-and-death contracts here?" Wang wondered aloud as he left with the contract.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng stood before a row of cold weapons, running his hand over various long swords and short daggers. Ultimately, he chose a traditional Eastern longsword measuring one meter in length. Since Abel wanted to use a Western sword like a vampire would, Xiao Yefeng decided to counter with the weapon favored by Eastern heroes—a longsword—to settle their differences.
“Clang”
The long sword was drawn, its blade forged from fine steel displaying the patterns created during quenching. Under the dazzling lights, it reflected a brilliant gleam. With a single-handed flourish, a flower of the sword danced in the air before swiftly returning to its sheath, producing a resonant sound akin to a dragon's roar as metal struck metal. This sound was generated by the rapid insertion of the blade into its scabbard, followed by a violent tremor within, showcasing the wielder's proficiency.
“It’s been so many years since I last used it; I’m a bit rusty!” Xiao Yefeng muttered to himself after glancing at the scabbard.
Unfortunately, the rules only allowed for the selection of one Weapon as a weapon; otherwise, Xiao Yefeng would have grabbed several Steel Needles. However, he pondered whether he truly needed such things now. The existence of the Psychic Blade meant that Xiao Yefeng no longer required these tangible hidden weapons.
Meanwhile, standing beside Abel were several Westerners. At that moment, one man spoke up: “Abel, if possible, I hope you refrain from using your Bloodline Abilities. After all, we are in Huaxia! Moreover, that person is also a member of the Geomancer. You noticed during yesterday's encounter that he can counter your Blood Energy!”
“Alex! Shut up! You’re just a servant; don’t speak to me in my father’s tone. Whether I use my Blood Energy is my choice. Do you really think that just with swordsmanship, that Huaxia Person can be my opponent?” Abel rebuked the man with a flash of cold light in his azure eyes.
“Abel, please believe that Alex is loyal to the Ferrad Family. I’m only looking out for your best interests!” Alex remained unfazed by Abel's insults and placed his right hand over his chest.
“Fine, I understand. The people from the south were wiped out by him. Now he dares to steal my beloved; I will not let him go. Today he will die by my sword!” With that declaration, a red glow flashed across Abel’s Western Sword, as his Blood Energy enveloped it. The other three Westerners in the room exchanged glances filled with crimson light.
“Hmph! Even if you are an Eastern Geomancer, this time it’s your own people who will bring about your demise. Tsk tsk tsk! That strange formation made up of symbols is quite terrifying!” Abel thought to himself, recalling the mysterious man's abilities from yesterday that left him feeling uneasy. However, with his own Blood Energy, combined with swordsmanship and that man’s formation, Abel was confident that this man who dared to take away his beloved would meet a gruesome end.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Today you are in for a treat! Two Outsider members have agreed to engage in a life-and-death battle right here at our club. Please pay close attention; this upcoming match is indeed a fight to the death and will feature cold weapons!” The announcer was trying to stir excitement among the audience, but the response was far from ideal; everyone seemed disinterested.
“Don’t talk so sweetly; you’ve been spouting nonsense! Just two matches ago there were two cold weapon duels that ended after half an hour without even drawing blood! Are you trying to fool us again?” A man sitting closest to the arena, flanked by women and puffing on a cigar, boasted loudly. Coincidentally, his voice carried through the microphone to the entire arena.
“Ha ha ha!” Laughter erupted from everyone in attendance at once. Feeling awkward, the announcer managed a smile before saying, “Today is different; this is a competition between East and West. The reason? I can’t disclose it, but I can guarantee that today will be worth your while!”
The announcer then promptly invited Xiao Yefeng and Abel into the arena, bypassing any embarrassment from being publicly criticized. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng and Abel emerged from either side of the waiting area. While Abel, dressed as a Western knight and wielding an ornate Western Sword, exuded an appropriate aura, Xiao Yefeng appeared somewhat odd in his black Zhongshan suit while holding a long sword—a peculiar blend of classical and modern styles.
However, at this moment, both individuals were exceptionally striking. The traditional Zhongshan suit, though somewhat old-fashioned, was designed by the same designer who crafted the evening gown. This particular Zhongshan suit had undergone special processing, making it lightweight yet durable; no ordinary blade could cut through it with a single strike.
Xiao Yefeng wielded a standard steel sword from the arena, while Abel's Western Sword was intricately crafted, clearly a personal possession of his. The hilt was adorned in a golden hue, featuring a beautifully carved blooming rose, while the blade itself was tapered and an inch wide, with a golden groove running down its center. The brilliance of the Golden Rice reflected the exceptional quality of this Western Sword.
"Tsk tsk tsk, just this foreign demon's sword proves that these two aren't just fakes," a man in the audience analyzed.
"That guy isn't bad either! His aura is quite strong!" another person nearby chimed in.
"Go for it! Show that foreign demon what Chinese martial arts are all about!" a passionate youth stood up and cheered.
"Blonde hair and blue eyes—so handsome! I want to have your babies!" a lovestruck girl in the front row exclaimed, her eyes filled with hearts.
"You? You could only give birth to monkeys!" a woman next to the lovestruck girl retorted with disdain.
"I'm going to fight you!" Despite resembling a dinosaur, the lovestruck girl had a temper to match, and soon the two were tangled up in a scuffle, completely forgetting their noble backgrounds.
On the arena floor, Xiao Yefeng and Abel stood facing each other. Abel flashed a bright smile, revealing his white teeth as he said, "You will pay for your meddling! Whether it's what happened yesterday or a month ago!"
"A month ago?" Xiao Yefeng paused for a moment before quickly realizing and looking at Abel. "You're the one who hired someone to steal!" Suddenly recalling the fleeting image of Demon Fox, Xiao Yefeng wondered why Demon Fox had vanished so abruptly. It seemed that Abel couldn't resist taking matters into his own hands. If Zodiac hadn't canceled the mission, Demon Fox's team would surely have attempted to steal Dracula's Tooth again.
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