Chapter 439
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Chapter 439: Alliance!
“I concede, I won’t go back on my word,” Situ Muyang gritted his teeth and declared.
“That’s good.”
Su Yi grinned, his eyes gleaming as he waved at Situ Muyang, “Hand over your space bag. I’ll hold onto it for you.”
“You…” Situ Muyang was taken aback by Su Yi’s words. He never expected Su Yi to ask for his space bag. What did he mean by ‘holding onto it’? It seemed like an act of theft.
“Why the hesitation? I’m just going to keep it for you since you lost the bet.”
Su Yi chuckled, knowing that someone like Situ Muyang probably had valuable items in his space bag. There might be significant rewards from taking it.
“Here you go!”
Reluctantly, Situ Muyang handed over the space bag, adhering to his promise after losing the bet. “One day, I’ll take it back, and you’ll regret this.”
“Let’s wait for that day. Do you have any more?”
Su Yi swiftly accepted the space bag and studied Situ Muyang carefully. It was possible that the youth had more than one space bag on him.
“I only have one space bag. There’s no other!”
Situ Muyang spoke with frustration. He had never been treated in such a manner. Despite Su Yi’s obvious strength, his appearance seemed that of a rogue or bandit, not someone who could back up such power.
“The Wind Battle Armor you wore earlier looks impressive. I’d like to see how it works.”
Su Yi gave Situ Muyang a sly smile. That Wind Battle Armor was exactly what he wanted to investigate—an invaluable treasure.
“Don’t even think about it. Even if I offered it to you, you couldn’t take it. And if you tried, you’d regret it. Not even the Divine Sword School would protect you.”
Situ Muyang stared at Su Yi coldly and sneered. He had realized that Su Yi was like a bandit, eyeing his precious Wind Battle Armor. His daring nature was striking.
Su Yi rubbed his nose with his finger, continuing to look at Situ Muyang, appearing thoughtful.
The young man had a mysterious background, and that Wind Battle Armor was undoubtedly priceless. If it were stolen, it would cause considerable trouble within the Divine Sword School.
Su Yi wasn’t just interested in the armor; he was truly fascinated by it. It was a treasure beyond measure.
However, this wasn’t the Demon Woods or the Forest of Demons, and there were always boundaries when hunting for treasures.
Su Yi wasn’t foolish. Even if he managed to acquire the Wind Battle Armor in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, he likely wouldn’t be able to take it out of the arena and keep it.
“Hehe…”
Su Yi’s face brightened with a grin, and he turned back to Situ Muyang. With a playful tone, he said, “I was only joking. But now, could you tell me where you come from?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but I fear you might be so scared, you’ll lose control.”
Situ Muyang spoke softly, bitterness in his heart.
He had never felt so powerless before. Returning to the Divine Sword School, he had intended to prove himself to his father. But after just a few days, he had suffered such humiliating setbacks.
“I am quite curious, actually.”
Su Yi responded, even more intrigued by this young man’s background.
Situ Muyang wiped the bloodstains from his lips, looking at Su Yi before casually stating, “My surname is Situ, Situ Muyang. My father is Situ Liuyun.”
“Situ Liuyun… Situ Muyang, he’s the son of the sect leader!”
The moment Situ Muyang spoke, Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing, Liu Ji, and the others froze, their legs feeling weak. No wonder this youth was so strong—he was the sect leader’s son!
Situ Muyang met Su Yi’s gaze, a smirk on his face. He had deliberately revealed his identity, expecting this outer disciple to be surprised. He thought Su Yi would return his space bag immediately.
Situ Muyang figured that while this might seem like deception, if word spread about Su Yi looting his space bag, it would bring shame upon him.
“The son of the sect leader…”
Su Yi was mildly surprised, but the shock wasn’t overwhelming.
Someone so young must come from a powerful background. Su Yi wasn’t overly surprised.
Being the son of the Divine Sword School’s sect leader, no disciple, not even the direct ones, would dare offend him, especially not an outer disciple like Su Yi.
But Su Yi wasn’t someone who paid attention to such matters.
Su Yi had no intention of staying at the Divine Sword School. His entry into the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords had been purely coincidental.
Whether Situ Muyang was the sect leader’s son didn’t really matter to Su Yi.
Still, Su Yi was relieved he hadn’t forcibly taken the Wind Battle Armor. If he had, and left the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, he might not have been able to keep it.
Lost in thought, Su Yi’s gaze shifted inward for a moment.
Then, with a sudden, broader smile, he turned to Situ Muyang. “So you’re the sect leader’s son. No wonder you’re so powerful for your age. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!”
Seeing Su Yi’s expression, Situ Muyang grew more confused. He had expected Su Yi to be frightened and immediately return his space bag after learning his identity.
However, Su Yi’s demeanor showed no fear, and he showed no sign of returning the bag. This only deepened Situ Muyang’s suspicions.
“Hmm!”
Situ Muyang awkwardly nodded. Su Yi had called him strong, which embarrassed him. This young man, who wasn’t much older than him, was clearly far stronger!
“I accept defeat, and I’ll keep my word. You lost the bet, but since you’re the sect leader’s son, I won’t make things harder for you.”
Su Yi, enthusiastic as ever, stepped closer to Situ Muyang, his gaze intensifying. He continued, “Here’s the deal. You don’t have to be my follower. Instead, you and I will form an alliance in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords. Together, we will face whatever comes our way and share our gains. How does that sound?”
“We’ll ally?” Situ Muyang was taken aback.
“I’ll give you back your space bag later. I’m holding onto it for now. Take this healing pill. I’ve heard that the direct disciples are powerful. If we team up, our chances of winning will increase. What do you think?”
Su Yi’s face was alight with enthusiasm as he offered a remarkable healing pill to Situ Muyang.
“Something’s off… Su Yi is acting too friendly…”
Looking at Su Yi, Zhang Qing, Liu Ji, Wang Fan, and others whispered among themselves. Su Yi’s warm demeanor was exactly like the treatment of inner disciples. It was clear that his intentions weren’t entirely pure.
Yet Zhang Qing, Wang Fan, and the others couldn’t quite figure out why Su Yi would want to ally with Situ Muyang. Could he truly be interested in Situ Muyang’s strength?
