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Lan Ziyun choked on that shout, his face instantly darkening. "Where did this reckless fool come from? Didn't he hear that Grandpa is fighting here?"
I laughed inwardly. Lan Ziyun was about to have terrible luck. He came from the Lan House. Though his swordsmanship was outstanding, his cultivation was only around Gan Qing's level. To deal with Old Freak Du, he was probably still not qualified.
"Hahaha! What a Grandpa! Someone who dares call himself Grandpa in front of Du Jinchang! There probably isn't anyone in this world qualified to do that!" Laughter rang out from behind the mountain. Before my eyes blurred, Old Freak Du had appeared behind Lan Ziyun!
Lan Ziyun sensed someone suddenly appear behind him and froze, but it was clearly too late. A strange, slender sword had already lashed out!
I called it lashing because Old Freak Du apparently had no intention of killing him. Instead, he whipped Lan Ziyun with the flat of the blade! But how could Lan Ziyun know whether it was a lash or a slash? He immediately turned his sword around to counter. When Old Freak Du saw how swift Lan Ziyun's swordplay and reactions were, he couldn't help letting out a surprised murmur, but that did nothing to hinder him from displaying his unfathomable sword technique!
With a bang, Lan Ziyun crashed to the ground with a twisted expression and rolled several times before stopping. When he got back up, he clutched his waist in pain, half-crouching as he grimaced through bared teeth. "You! You! I'll kill you!"
"You would already have been dead from that last strike! Quiet down!" Old Freak Du snapped. He then abruptly turned his head toward me and looked me up and down. "Boy, don't refuse a toast only to be forced