The largest restaurant in town was already packed on the ground floor.
Weapons lay openly on most tables. The occasional tables without weapons were the ones people were even less willing to approach.
Anyone who dared go unarmed must either possess tremendous strength or specialize in hidden weapons, poison, and the like. Such people were even more frightening.
"Great Hero Li, what a coincidence! Have you come to watch the duel too?"
"Yes. Are you here for the duel as well, Great Hero Zhao? Shall we sit together and have a few drinks?"
"Hahaha, certainly. A pity I'm not a swordsman, or I'd like to cross swords with Feng Qingyang myself."
Pfft!
A young man nearby could not help laughing.
With their level of skill, those two actually dared spout such nonsense here?
The young man's hair was simply tied back with a cord, and a sword lay beside his hand.
Strictly speaking, it hardly qualified as a sword. It looked like a three-foot strip of iron that had not even been sharpened, with a hilt made from two pieces of wood nailed onto it and wrapped in cloth strips.
Even a disciple of a minor Jianghu sect would not use such junk.
"You there, boy! What was that supposed to mean? Got a problem with us?"
"Are you from the Beggars' Gang? You call that a sword?"
The young man grew displeased. "Of course this is a sword. Swords can kill, and this can kill too, so it's a sword. And I'm not from the Beggars' Gang."
He might have no money, but he was certainly no beggar.
Great Hero Zhao flew into a rage. "Are you saying you can kill me? Come outside. Let me teach you a proper lesson."
Some brat who had crawled out of who