Yin Wuheng!

His name was Yin Wuheng. He was Yin Wuji's younger brother, a pure warrior without his brother's twists and turns.

Yin Wuheng wanted a head-on fight. He had nothing but contempt for attacks from behind.

So Yin Wuji's scheme had one flaw.

That flaw was his younger brother.

You suddenly spoke. Your voice was quiet, but every word reached the ears of everyone present.

"Yin Wuheng."

Yin Wuheng frowned.

He had not expected you to call him by name.

"Your brother said I could leave, but you're not satisfied," you said.

"You want a fight."

Yin Wuheng did not deny it.

He took his right hand off his saber hilt, folded his arms across his chest, and looked at you coldly.

"You're no match for me."

"Then fight me," you said helplessly.

"If you win, the Dingjun Sword stays."

"If you lose, let me leave."

Yin Wuji's expression changed.

He saw what you were doing. You were driving a wedge between him and Yin Wuheng.

Yin Wuheng was a proud warrior. He scorned ganging up on one opponent, sneak attacks, and any other dishonorable means.

If you challenged him to a duel, he would accept.

And once the duel began, Yin Wuji would lose control of the situation.

"Wuheng!" Yin Wuji called.

"Shut up," Yin Wuheng cut him off.

"Brother, you said I could handle this."

Yin Wuji's mouth twitched, but he said nothing more.

Yin Wuheng stepped out of the Weird Legion, his stride steady and powerful.

Every step sent rubble spraying across the ruins.

He stood a full head taller than Yin Wuji, with a burly build.

Pitch-black armor covered him from head to toe. Dark red light shone through its seams, like magma flowing beneath the plates.

He stopped ten zhang away from you.

"I'll give you