Hearing Teng Qingshan say this, the Sword Tower Master, whose demeanor had always been cold as ice, had a slight change in expression, his gaze instantly sharpening like a sword, piercing into Teng Qingshan, as if wishing to hack him into a thousand pieces.
Throughout all of Bright Moon Island, no one had ever dared to say words like 'beat you until you leave' to him, the Sword Tower Master.
"Boy, you're arrogant enough!" In an instant, the Sword Tower Master brought his index and middle fingers together, and a cold white sword light erupted from his fingertips.
The Sword Tower Master instantly dove forward, not drawing his sword, but directly driving his sword-fingers toward Teng Qingshan's brow with terrifying speed.
The sword-fingers were exceedingly sharp, and faint chills emanated from them in waves.
"Hahahaha..." Teng Qingshan's laughter suddenly rang out.
"Boom!" A dull, resonant collision sound exploded forth.
Simultaneously, the Sword Tower Master’s figure, his white robes flapping wildly, was violently thrown off the Wumu wooden ship.
Mid-air, he twisted his body and landed gracefully on the sandy beach.
Yet, his eyes fixed on the figure at the bow of the ship as if staring at prey, looking up.
He understood, this time, he had met his match!
The Sword Tower Master's gaze burned with intensity.
A master in solitude craves an opponent—how difficult it is to find one!
"Fine swordsmanship!" A hearty laugh rang out.
A figure in a green robe suddenly shot up from the Wumu wooden ship, landing near the edge of the sand.
He held a long, silver spear, his gaze entirely locked on the Sword Tower Master.
Two supreme powerhouses...
after a brief exchange, both recognized the astonishing strength in the other.
"This person actually isn't dead!" "He actually withstood the Master's move and is still alive?" The hundreds of soldiers watched this scene in disbelief, each one utterly shocked.
The Sword Tower Master's image of invincibility was deeply ingrained; only a countable few on all of Bright Moon Island could withstand one of his attacks and survive.
Rumble~~~ Amidst a cacophony of noise, a large number of soldiers were seen sprinting wildly from the west side of the beach, all running on their two legs.
There were so many of them...
at a glance, they seemed to emerge densely and endlessly from a path winding through the dense vegetation on the west side of the sand.
"Quite a crowd," Teng Qingshan remarked.
The Sword Tower Master carefully observed Teng Qingshan, not rushing to attack.
"The main army has arrived!" The eyes of the hundreds of soldiers on the beach lit up.
"Brother Liu!" A cheerful shout echoed, and two commanding generals immediately saluted the general who was heavily wounded with a shattered Dantian.
"The three thousand troops from the barracks are all here." The military camp stationed by the sea, belonging to the General’s Residence of Beiyan Town, totaled three thousand soldiers.
Apart from the several hundred men the General surnamed Liu brought initially, the remaining two thousand-plus had now arrived.
Because of the proximity...
they had been able to arrive so quickly!
As for the General’s Residence and the main army of the Sword Tower, they were still en route.
"Master!" The two generals only then realized that the man in white robes was the Sword Tower Master.
"Greetings, Master!" The two generals immediately shouted respectfully.
"Greetings, Master!" The numerous soldiers who had just arrived also shouted in unison with deep respect, their voices shaking the heavens!
"Hmph.
Retreat to the side.
Be careful not to get caught in the crossfire," the Sword Tower Master said dismissively.
The two generals received the order and moved far away, positioning themselves beside the wounded General Liu.
One tall general lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Liu, who is that crude young man in the green robe?
He looks like he can fight the Master head-on?" "What good is strength?
Our three thousand soldiers can wear him down to death just by overwhelming him with numbers!" General Liu grit his teeth and replied.
The expressions of the two generals shifted slightly.
General Liu's words seemed to show a disregard for the lives of his soldiers, which displeased them slightly and left them feeling perplexed.
...
On the beach.
Teng Qingshan and the Sword Tower Master stood facing each other from a distance.
The sea breeze howled fiercely, and the waters of the Nine-Bend Ghost Domain surged violently.
The surrounding three thousand soldiers watched this scene in shock and excitement—even a General from the General’s Residence rarely had the opportunity to witness the Sword Tower Master fight.
The Sword Tower Master gripped the hilt of the sword on his back with his right hand.
His five fingers were slender and fair, much like a woman’s, yet they held immense strength.
"Clang!" The divine sword was drawn; it was entirely deep green, with faint streaks of blood visible within the blade.
"The weak do not warrant knowing my name.
However, you possess the strength to fight me, so you are a powerhouse!
Outsider, state your name!" The Sword Tower Master looked toward Teng Qingshan, his voice clear and resounding, easily overpowering the crashing waves.
"Hahahaha..." Teng Qingshan’