Wang Ritain Appears!

Chapter 27: Wang Ritain Appears!

Huang Longshi hurried along, his steps quick.

He occasionally raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, his eyes filled with anxiety and dread.

Wang Ritain, this variable, was like a sharp blade, capable of severing all his meticulously laid plans at any moment.

"Who exactly is this Wang Ritain? Why is he so troublesome!"

Huang Longshi muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

He knew clearly that with Wang Ritain's appearance...

His usual flawless calculations were completely useless against Wang Ritain.

This sense of losing control made Huang Longshi's scalp tingle and his spine chill. He quickened his pace, with only one thought in his mind: rush to Wudi City as quickly as possible, find out Wang Ritain's background, otherwise, his entire plan would go down the drain.

At the same time, Wudi City was already packed to the brim with a surging crowd.

The streets and alleys were teeming with people, the sounds of hawking and laughter intermingling, creating a lively scene.

Experts from all over, like fish swimming across a river, gathered here. Ordinary martial artists were among them.

They looked up at the agile and extraordinary Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters, their eyes filled with awe and envy. "Wow, look, isn't that a Great Grandmaster? That aura is incredible!" a young martial artist said excitedly to his companion, pointing at a sharp-eyed middle-aged man in a black robe, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "Indeed, the martial world is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Experts rarely seen on weekdays are all gathered here today," his companion agreed, his face beaming with astonishment.

Amidst the crowd, discussions about Wang Ritain rose and fell like waves, one after another. "That Wang Ritain is simply defying heaven! He dared to challenge the entire Wudi City by himself, and even defeated the combined forces of the twelve Martial Slaves. That strength is terrifying!" a burly man with a full beard exclaimed loudly, waving his thick arms, his face full of admiration. "That's right, his saber technique and sword technique are absolutely peerless among the younger generation," an old man beside him agreed, stroking his white beard. "However, him challenging Yu Xinlang... that's a bit risky. Yu Xinlang is Wang Xianzhi's chief disciple, renowned for a long time, and his strength is unfathomable," a middle-aged man in scholarly robes said with a slight frown, offering his opinion. "That may be so, but with Wang Ritain's astonishing performance, he won't be easily defeated. At least he can hold his own against Yu Xinlang for a while," the crowd chimed in, filled with anticipation for the upcoming peak battle, their eyes sparkling with excitement.

Just as everyone was discussing heatedly, a majestic aura suddenly erupted from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion. This aura, like a surging tsunami, instantly swept across the entire Wudi City. The originally noisy crowd fell silent, and everyone looked up towards the City Lord's Mansion, their eyes filled with shock and reverence. Wang Xianzhi, dressed in a snow-white robe, like an immortal descending to earth, soared into the sky. With a few light leaps in the air, he landed steadily on the city wall. Wang Xianzhi's gaze was sharp as he surveyed the entire city. Then, he slightly parted his lips, his voice low and powerful as he announced, "Open the city gates, and let Yu Xinlang enter the East Sea to duel Wang Ritain!" His voice was not loud, but like a great bell, it echoed through the sky above Wudi City, lingering for a long time.

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted. "It's finally starting! This duel will definitely be spectacular!" "Yes, we must find a good spot to properly witness this peak battle." Discussions once again rose from the crowd, their faces beaming with excitement and anticipation.

Immediately after, a sharp sword energy whistled through the air. Where the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, emitting a "hissing" sound. Yu Xinlang's figure appeared along with the sword energy. His speed was incredibly fast, like lightning, leaving people barely enough time to blink. Those Finger Profound Realm experts, who were not known for their lightness skills, widened their eyes in shock at Yu Xinlang's speed. "This Yu Xinlang's speed is too fast! It's beyond imagination!" a Finger Profound Realm martial artist muttered, his eyes full of amazement.

The older generation of experts, feeling the powerful aura emanating from Yu Xinlang, couldn't help but sigh with emotion. "The new generation is pushing forward, and the heavenly prodigies have already risen," an old man with white hair said, shaking his head slightly as he looked at Yu Xinlang, his eyes showing both relief and a hint of melancholy. The younger martial artists, on the other hand, had solemn expressions. The strength displayed by Yu Xinlang made them deeply aware of the vast gap between themselves and the top experts, and a heavy pressure welled up in their hearts.

Yu Xinlang's sword energy, like a brilliant rainbow, flew towards the East Sea. Seeing this, countless martial artists followed suit. Their figures shimmered in the sunlight, like a flock of birds chasing the light. As they got closer to the East Sea, the sword energy grew larger and larger, as if it were about to fill the entire sky. Finally, under everyone's gaze, the sword energy plummeted down like a colossal axe that split the heavens and earth, dividing the near-sea waters in two. The aftershocks stirred up monstrous waves. The waves, like enraged beasts, roared and churned, as if they were about to swallow everything.

Yu Xinlang stood on the giant waves, his robes fluttering, like a sea god descending. True qi surged around him, and immense power poured out of his body continuously, suppressing the surging waves. Such astonishing means left everyone in awe. "Yu Xinlang's strength is too terrifying! The twelve Martial Slaves would likely have met their demise in his hands." "Indeed, looking at it this way, Wang Ritain is probably going to be completely defeated today." The crowd discussed amongst themselves, their confidence in Wang Ritain beginning to waver. Their eyes were fixed on the sea, anxiously awaiting Wang Ritain's appearance.

The sun gradually climbed higher, and it was soon noon. The scorching sunlight cast a shimmering glow on the sea surface. However, Wang Ritain had yet to appear. The crowd began to grow impatient, and various speculations arose. "This Wang Ritain, he's not scared and ran away, is he?" a young martial artist said with a disappointed expression. "It's possible. Yu Xinlang's strength is undeniable. Anyone would feel intimidated." The crowd spoke amongst themselves, their faces gradually showing disappointment.

Hearing these discussions, Yu Xinlang frowned slightly. A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself, "Wang Ritain is by no means a coward. His delayed appearance must have a deeper meaning." With this thought, Yu Xinlang became even more vigilant. He tightened his grip on his long sword, his gaze fixed on the sea, ready to face Wang Ritain at any moment.

Numerous martial artists waited by the sea, their eyes not daring to blink. Some powerful martial artists suddenly felt a sense of unease. Their hearts beat involuntarily faster, and an ominous premonition surged through them. Just then, Wang Ritain's voice, carried by the sea breeze, abruptly sounded, "Apologies for keeping you all waiting." Hearing the voice, everyone looked, and saw Wang Ritain standing on the sea surface, though no one knew when he had arrived.