Chapter 525

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Chapter 525: You Steal My Tower, I’ll Tear Down Your House

The muscular man with black skin looked like a typical peasant. His strong limbs were used for heavy physical labor, and his appearance was rugged. His teeth were slightly sharp, and his facial features resembled a monster more than a human, but he was not ugly. Instead, he had a dignified and solemn appearance.

He walked on the road, with each step leaving a depth of one or two inches on the ground. The depth didn’t come from his body weight, but from the ordinary, dull, and heavy iron sword on his back. Something was stirring beneath his two arms and the sleeves of his clothes. As he lifted and dropped his footsteps, the splashing dust created a strange sight – it lingered for a while before falling suddenly.

The man’s name was Tie Futu. He was a human, but he was raised and brought up by the notorious river pirate of the demon clan. His childhood was actually quite happy. He learned the basics of cultivating Qi from his adoptive parents and taught himself some simple martial arts. He became a master in his own right, surpassing anyone before him. With a natural talent for martial arts, he later ventured into the martial world. He wielded an ordinary iron sword and defeated his opponents, melting their weapons to forge new ones. However, his parents were attacked by enemies who sought revenge. He was unable to save them, but he melted their remains into his sword, creating a sense of bloodline connection. From then on, this sword became his only family.

At the age of thirty-five, he was in his prime. He broke through the Martial Saint realm at the age of twenty-nine. For the next six years, he stopped practicing martial arts and focused on blacksmithing. His strength remained true to its original state and gradually increased over time. Now, one could say that he had reached the pinnacle of mortal martial arts.

Once reaching level fifty, there were no further distinctions, as the numbers were too small to gauge specific levels.

Tie Futu’s life revolved around blacksmithing and finding a simple life in a village. However, he owed Yuan Tianjian a great favor.

In order to repay the favor owed to the Yuan Tianjian family, he agreed to help them three times. But over the past decade, Yuan Tianjian never asked anything of him. This was the first time, and perhaps the only time, Yuan Tianjian had made a request. Tie Futu had lived a relatively carefree life, and this favor was one of the few remaining connections he had with the world. So, he took up his sword and arrived at Xiangyang City. As for who he had to kill and the impact it would have, he didn’t think too much about it.

However, there were continuous reports about a skilled warrior from the Ming Country. This made him somewhat eager.

Over the years, most of the martial world in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom had become weak and insignificant. Perhaps this was due to the many skilled warriors he had killed in the past. Many old masters were reluctant to act and chose to focus on training their disciples instead.

When Tie Futu decided to retire from the martial world, it brought relief to the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom’s martial community. It felt like a burden had been lifted. In reality, he didn’t want to retire, but it was not feasible to continue killing without facing the nobles and princes. It was too much to lose and not enough to gain. So, he gave up and looked across the martial world. Most of the top experts who could challenge him had already joined the nobles. He disrupted the martial world once again, so he had no choice but to retire.

For Tie Futu, finding someone to fight was one of the few joys in life. He didn’t mind waiting for a strong challenger. If he won, he would wait for the next one. If he lost, he would consider it his final battle before leaving the martial world or even the human realm. Martial arts were pure to him, not tools for seeking profit. That’s why his incredible strength only placed him ninth on the black list.

Personally, he wanted to see the true skills of this expert with the last name White. He didn’t plan on attacking directly, so he traveled slowly.

He could fight the opponent at any time, but it would be better to wait. Giving the opponent time to gather strength and achieve a winning streak would create a more suitable peak state for their battle. It wasn’t about using strategies to wear down the opponent slowly. He wanted to fight with all his heart, without any attachments or concerns about life and death. Otherwise, he would rather not draw his sword.

However, he couldn’t ignore the current situation.

Since he promised to do three things, he didn’t plan on slowly paying them back one by one. So, he reentered the martial world with the intention of repaying all three favors in one go.

Saving the life of the Fourth Prince of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom could also be considered a favor. Tie Futu knew how important Yuan Tianjian was to him.

Feeling conflicted inside, he decided to close his eyes and rest, pretending not to see. He would wait here.

As soon as the opponent caught up to him, he would intervene and stop them.

…

The black dragon ran fast, his speed was very fast, but Bai Wei chased closely, his speed not slow at all, and getting faster and faster, still accelerating.

The puppet’s appearance has changed, no longer like Chi You or Zhu Rong, but like Kua Fu.

What is Kua Fu good at? Drinking water, running, and chasing the sun!

When Kua Fu transformed, it seemed like the heavens and the earth opened up. Its body expanded to ten meters, but it was just an illusion, like the Susano that formed from condensed chakra. However, it also had the same collision volume and collision mass. In the eyes of smaller creatures, the movements of larger creatures were slow, but the flexibility of Susano was no different from ordinary people, and its speed running with such a body size was astonishing.

The black dragon raced for over twenty miles, wondering why he still couldn’t catch up to Tie Futu. Did he not come? Or is he hiding somewhere, drinking and slacking off?

"Faster!" Fourth Prince shouted, "He’s about to catch up!"

"Don’t push me, I’m already accelerating!" The black dragon exerted great effort, but the speed didn’t increase much.

Its state of mind was also affected at this moment. It had originally relied on its impressive momentum and accumulation of strength to break through its limits, but now it was beginning to waver as it fled.

It was even considering whether to turn around and fight the opponent again, even if it meant losing. Defeat wasn’t shameful, but if it were to be caught and beaten up, it would undoubtedly suffer another psychological blow. In that case, there would be endless troubles!

As the black dragon hesitated, it caught sight of a man standing still several miles away, and it saw the mighty black iron sword.

It’s Tie Futu!

Its heart was torn at this critical moment. Could a black dragon like itself really rely on a human to save its life?

"You carry me, don’t even think about fighting him. Dignity is important, but nothing is more important than saving your own life!" Fourth Prince, not wanting to stay and fight the black dragon, shouted loudly, "Retreat! Retreat!"

The black dragon’s mind was unsettled. It turned its head and flew towards the main road, already hearing the sound of its broken heart once again.

Tie Futu opened his eyes, looking at this scene with some confusion… a person from the Ming Country? Who could this be?

Yuan Yong clenched his teeth, thinking that seeing Tie Futu would guarantee his safety. This thought seemed a bit laughable now.

Suddenly, a cold light shone from behind, illuminating the Crouching Tiger Sword with a brilliant golden glow. Bai Wei threw his weapon away, and in an instant, it transformed into a shooting star, racing through the night sky.

The golden starlight shimmered brightly, and the Crouching Tiger Sword, strengthened several times, roared to pierce through the black dragon and the Demon Kingdom prince’s bodies.

Yuan stared at the sword. It could see and feel, but every attempt to push it away failed.

With a simple move called "White Rainbow Pierces the Sun," the sword appeared elegant and practical. It could cut through anything, even mountains and seas. It was too fast and sharp to be stopped!

The sword swiftly approached, like a comet toward the moon.

Then it was intercepted. A plain black iron sword was placed on the path of the Crouching Tiger Sword. The two swords gently collided and sparked, unleashing the full power granted by the Golden Power. A golden firework exploded in the air.

Tie Futu lifted his eyes, astonished by the power of the sword surpassing his expectations. He slapped the sword with his right hand, transmitting his force. He swung the heavy sword, creating a loud and piercing sound. It was not sparks that burst forth, but thunder. Golden lightning and black energy expanded chaotically. Just a single arc of electricity landed on the scales of the Black Dragon, piercing through and making its blood flow.

The Crouching Tiger Sword flew away and spun in the air before landing back in the young man’s hand.

The puppet’s eyes emitted a faint golden glow, filled with divine and noble energy.

Bai Wei stopped thirty steps away. In front of him was Tie Futu, and forty meters to his right were the North Sea Black Dragon, the Scholar, Chao Lu, and the Snake Girl.

The enemy held a hostage. In theory, Bai Wei was in an absolute disadvantage.

But in reality, the smart people present immediately realized that the situation was changing.

The scholar said, "We’re not safe yet, don’t relax."

The black dragon asked, "Can we join forces?"

Tie Futu calmly said, "A decaying log cannot be carved."

In this situation, joining forces is a joke, for a simple reason… because Bai Wei only needs one stroke to kill the black dragon, although we don’t know how much strength that stroke requires, it’s still only one stroke.

And if Tie Futu isn’t foolish, he wouldn’t attempt to save the black dragon. Because saving it would mean tying his own hands and possibly even putting himself in danger. As for the hostage, it’s not really important.

Many of the hostage takers end up getting shot in the head, will having hostages make them feel safe? Maybe, but it greatly increases the possibility of getting their heads blown off. Bai Wei’s in possession of a sniper rifle, he can blow off the black dragon’s head at any time. The hostage in his hands is completely useless.

If Tie Futu tries to intercept Bai Wei’s sniper shot, he might get caught off guard and end up getting killed too. His best choice is to seize the opportunity while Bai Wei is shooting the black dragon’s head off and strike him with a sword.

The scholar said, "If he wants to kill you, he must endure the risk of being struck by Tie Futu’s sword… All three parties know this."

Bai Wei didn’t want to take this risk, so he had to weigh the pros and cons. Tie Futu wouldn’t act first, and the Black Dragon didn’t dare to either.

So, the scene fell into a temporary stalemate with three sides evenly matched.

If you want to destroy my tower, I’ll steal from your home! Let’s trade resources, switch homes, and switch towers! Let’s see who loses more, who suffers more!

But the Black Dragon had another option, which was to retreat!

After all, this is Ba State, their territory. As long as they entered Xiangyang City, Bai Wei would be dragged to death if he pursued, and Chao Lu was in their hands. In this battle, they had already half won.

Yuan Yong executed the option to escape without hesitation. After understanding it, it immediately started running… During the escape, Bai Wei had to be on guard against both Yuan Yong and the Black Dragon. If he focused on both, it could lead to a vulnerability. Maintaining a stalemate would definitely reveal a weakness, so… he had to keep running! He must not stop!

As the Black Dragon immediately retreated, Bai Wei followed without hesitation, and Tie Futu stood between them. They formed an isosceles triangle, jostling against each other… Bai Wei looked for an opportunity to kill the Black Dragon, while Tie Futu waited for Bai Wei to make a move. The Black Dragon also didn’t believe that Bai Wei would take action. Once he did, he would face a heavy blow from the Martial Saint. If he fell here, what would killing himself accomplish? Could he still save Bai Ze?!

Bai Wei remained expressionless, raised his sword again, shining with golden light, and determined to kill.

Yuan Yong was shocked and panicked. What’s wrong with him? Isn’t he afraid of my teammates?!