Chapter 1641: Traps
The mercenary who had come over to negotiate didn't look again at the pistol fragments on the ground. After tossing out a parting remark, he turned and left, not giving Li Bai the chance to lose his temper again.
He probably knew perfectly well that this time it was the guns that had been sliced apart. Next time, it would be people.
Constantly showing weakness would only make others think they could take advantage, encouraging them to push their luck even further. A timely show of strength and resolve, on the other hand, was the only way to earn the respect one deserved.
Just one draw of the sword was enough to make the mercenaries quickly put aside some of their less-than-savory ideas. The tense atmosphere vanished without a trace.
Mitsui Hisashi and Miyato Fujiko, the Senkai Association's representatives, watched Li Bai with unsettled expressions. His methods had repeatedly surpassed their imaginations.
His astonishing swordsmanship wasn't merely earth-shattering when he cut a path through the forest. Even within a tiny space, he wielded it with exquisite control, advancing and withdrawing with ease.
"That man is terrifying. Is he a demon?"
Miyato Fujiko whispered into Mitsui Hisashi's ear.
People in Japan had always been prone to dramatics, and they habitually called anyone beyond their imagining a demon or a god.
But this Chinese man's swordsmanship really was so unbelievable that he seemed like one.
"I don't know. I doubt even the Sword Saints in history were necessarily this powerful."
Mitsui Hisashi couldn't help shaking his head.
He had sliced the guns apart in an instant without injuring the hands holding them. That was far more than a blade sharp enough to cut through iron. His speed and control were beyond anything they could imagine.
No wonder the Senkai