Wang Ritain Appears!

Wang Ritain Appears!

Huang Longshi hurried along, his steps brisk.

Every so often, he raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. Anxiety and fear filled his eyes.

Wang Ritain was an unpredictable variable, like a sharp blade that could cut through all his careful plans at any moment.

"Just who is this Wang Ritain? How can he be so troublesome?"

Huang Longshi muttered under his breath, his voice trembling slightly.

He knew full well that Wang Ritain's appearance—

He had always been able to calculate everything flawlessly, but when it came to Wang Ritain, he was completely at a loss.

The loss of control made Huang Longshi's scalp tingle and his back turn cold. He quickened his pace, with only one thought in mind: reach Wudi City as soon as possible and learn Wang Ritain's true background. Otherwise, all his plans would come to nothing.

Meanwhile, Wudi City was already packed with surging crowds, leaving no room to move.

People filled every street and alley. Hawkers' cries mingled with laughter and conversation, creating a lively din.

Experts from all over had flocked here in droves. Ordinary martial artists stood among them.

They gazed up at the nimble, imposing Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters, their eyes full of awe and envy. "Wow, look! Is that a Great Grandmaster? What an incredible presence!" A young martial artist pointed at a sharp-eyed, black-robed middle-aged man and spoke excitedly to his companion, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "It is. The martial world is truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Experts we rarely get to see have gathered here in droves today." His companion chimed in, his face alight with amazement.

Talk of Wang Ritain rippled through the crowd like wave after wave. "That Wang Ritain is practically defying the heavens! He dared to challenge all of Wudi City by himself, and even defeated the Twelve Martial Slaves working together. His strength is terrifying!" A burly man with a full beard swung his thick arms as he spoke loudly, his face brimming with admiration. "Exactly. Among the younger generation, his swordsmanship and saber skills are absolutely unmatched." An old man beside him stroked his white beard and nodded in praise. "Still, challenging Yu Xinlang is a risky business. Yu Xinlang is Wang Xianzhi's first disciple. He's been famous for years, and his strength is unfathomable." A middle-aged man in scholar's robes furrowed his brow slightly and offered his opinion. "That may be true, but given Wang Ritain's astonishing performance, he won't go down easily. He should at least be able to hold his own against Yu Xinlang for a while." Everyone chimed in with their thoughts, filled with anticipation for the coming clash of titans, excitement shining in their eyes.

Just as the crowd's discussion reached a fever pitch, a vast and powerful aura suddenly erupted from the direction of the city lord's mansion. Like a raging tsunami, it swept across all of Wudi City in an instant. The noisy crowd fell silent, and everyone looked toward the mansion, their eyes filled with shock and awe. Wang Xianzhi, dressed in a snow-white robe and looking like an immortal descended to earth, shot into the sky. After a few light leaps through the air, he landed steadily atop the city wall. Wang Xianzhi's eyes blazed as he surveyed the city. Then he parted his lips and announced in a deep, powerful voice, "Open the city gates. Let Yu Xinlang enter the East Sea and settle things with Wang Ritain!" His voice was not loud, yet it rang out like a great bell above all of Wudi City, echoing without end.

The crowd erupted at his words. "It's finally starting! This duel is going to be spectacular!" "We have to find a good spot to watch this clash of titans." Discussion rose around them once more, and everyone wore eager, excited expressions.

A fierce sword aura came whistling toward them. The air seemed to be sliced apart wherever it passed, hissing sharply. Yu Xinlang appeared alongside the sword aura. He moved as fast as lightning, so quickly that people could hardly blink. The Finger Profound Realm experts who weren't known for their light-footedness widened their eyes at his speed, shock written across their faces. "Yu Xinlang is way too fast! It's beyond imagination!" one Finger Profound Realm martial artist murmured, eyes full of amazement.

Feeling the powerful aura radiating from Yu Xinlang, the older generation of experts couldn't help but sigh with emotion. "The younger generation surpasses the old. A new generation of prodigies has risen." An elderly white-haired man looked at Yu Xinlang and slowly shook his head, his eyes reflecting both pride and a touch of sadness. The young martial artists, meanwhile, looked grave. Yu Xinlang's strength made them acutely aware of the enormous gap between themselves and the top experts, and a heavy pressure welled up inside them.

Yu Xinlang's sword aura streaked toward the East Sea like a dazzling rainbow. Countless martial artists followed after it. Their figures glinted in the sunlight, like birds chasing the light. As they drew closer to the East Sea, the sword aura grew ever larger, as though it would fill the entire sky. At last, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, it crashed down like a giant axe splitting the heavens, cleaving the nearshore waters in two. Its shock wave raised towering waves. Like frenzied beasts, the breakers roared and churned as if they would swallow everything.

Yu Xinlang stood atop the towering waves, his robes fluttering like those of a sea god come to earth. His qi surged around him, and an endless stream of formidable power poured from his body, pressing the raging waves back down. His astonishing feat left the crowd in awe. "Yu Xinlang's strength is terrifying! The Twelve Martial Slaves would probably meet their end at his hands." "Exactly. It looks like Wang Ritain is going to suffer a complete defeat today." The crowd discussed the fight, their confidence in Wang Ritain beginning to waver. They stared fixedly at the sea, anxiously waiting for him to appear.

The sun climbed higher until, in the blink of an eye, it was noon. The scorching sunlight fell upon the sea, making its surface shimmer. Yet Wang Ritain still hadn't appeared. The crowd began to grow impatient, and all sorts of guesses arose. "Could Wang Ritain be scared and running away at the last minute?" a young martial artist asked, his face full of disappointment. "It's possible. With Yu Xinlang's strength, anyone would be intimidated." People traded comments, disappointment gradually showing on their faces.

Hearing the murmurs, Yu Xinlang furrowed his brow slightly. A flicker of displeasure passed through his eyes as he thought to himself, Wang Ritain isn't the type to shy away from a fight. If he hasn't appeared yet, he must have a reason. This only made Yu Xinlang more wary. He gripped his sword tightly and stared at the sea, ready to face Wang Ritain's arrival at any moment.

The many martial artists waited on the shore, not daring to blink. Some of the strongest among them suddenly felt a pang of unease. Their hearts began to race, and a sense of foreboding crept over them. Just then, Wang Ritain's voice suddenly rang out with the sea breeze: "Sorry to have kept you all waiting." The crowd turned toward the sound and saw that Wang Ritain was standing on the surface of the sea.