Celestial Human Diagram

"According to the rules of Wind Forest Hall, only the strongest disciple can hold the position of head disciple.

About ten years ago, before this Mr. Gongying, Wind Forest Hall had already confirmed its next successor. However, that successor was slain by a nineteen-year-old Gongying Changxiu. It’s said the match was decided in just three techniques.

In the past ten years, Mr. Gongying has faced many challenges and remains undefeated.

He decapitates every opponent, coats their skulls in gold lacquer, and turns them into a tea set to be displayed in a niche. It’s said he now has enough to fill three walls of his home.

And when Mr. Gongying fights, he is like a Ghost God. The mere sight of him makes ordinary people lose all courage, which is how he earned that title. You definitely don’t want to see what Mr. Gongying looks like when he draws his blade to fight."

Hearing the supervisor’s words, the two employees gulped, their faces showing expressions of fear.

Meanwhile, Gongying Changxiu, sitting inside an armored vehicle, listened to the discussions about him coming from all over the car, a faint smile on his face.

Guan Shangjing said, "Senior Brother, you still have such a twisted sense of humor."

"One must find some pleasure in life," Gongying Changxiu said with a smile. "Especially listening to the legends about oneself. It’s truly satisfying."

Guan Shangjing felt a sense of resignation. This Senior Brother of his was obsessed with tales of heroes from the old era, imitating their every move. He also had a peculiar habit of enthusiastically spreading news about himself.

He also placed great importance on pre-battle ceremony, ensuring that every fight he participated in was thick with atmosphere. After defeating an opponent, he would even hire someone to write a short story, crafting the plot of their battle to be full of dramatic twists and turns.

And whenever he heard these exaggerated and bizarre rumors about himself from others, he would become exceptionally excited.

That was why, in the Outer Ocean, although there was no significant gap in skill between the three great halls, his Senior Brother’s reputation was by far the most resounding, making Wind Forest Hall the most famous by association.

But his strength was a match for his fame.

The head disciples of the three great halls had never truly clashed, but whether it was Nakagami Hiroshi of Anyao Hall or Henetsu Yoshima of Langtao Hall, their positions had remained unchanged for twenty years.

Gongying Changxiu, however, had slain the previous head disciple. Guan Shangjing had been present during their battle and witnessed the entire process. He was left with a profound sense of admiration and fear for his Senior Brother’s strength. That was why, despite being about ten years older, he still addressed him as "Senior Brother Gongying" with wholehearted sincerity.

Gongying Changxiu said leisurely, "Junior Brother, speaking of that opponent... I’ve seen his file. Very good. He’s a worthy opponent. Where is he now?"

"Senior Brother Gongying..." Guan Shangjing was in a difficult position.

Gongying Changxiu said, "Junior Brother Guan Shang, you know that before a battle, I must issue a formal challenge. It’s my rule. I hope you understand."

Guan Shangjing looked at the round-framed glasses, which were reflecting the light, seemingly hiding the eyes behind them. Yet his heart seized with alarm. Although doing this might prematurely expose his Senior Brother’s arrival, there was no reasoning with Gongying Changxiu on this point. He immediately lowered his head.

"Senior Brother Gongying, please leave this matter to me."

Gongying Changxiu watched him until Guan Shangjing began to feel uneasy. Then, he smiled and said, "No need. I’ve already made arrangements." He reached out and touched his Realm Token. "Huishilang, you will go in my stead."

He crossed his arms. "The appearance of a hero cannot be so hasty and careless. I hope my challenge will be to his satisfaction."

’Huishilang...’

Guan Shangjing had been away from Wind Forest Hall for ten years. In his memory, Huishilang was just a boy. He seemed to recall catching a glimpse of him in the crowd that had disembarked from the Airship just now.

He said, "It is his honor to deliver the challenge for you, Senior Brother. I will send someone to guide him and ensure he delivers it."

Several hours later, the sky began to brighten. A Foreign Fighter carrying a long and a short blade stepped out of a vehicle and walked along the road leading to the Profound Palace Building.

After spotting him, the city patrol approached him for inspection time and again. Each time, he would politely stop and present his Name Card from his Fighting Hall, along with his pass from the Administrative Affairs Hall.

And when faced with warnings, he would respectfully state that as a Foreigner arriving for the first time, he would abide by the rules of Central City.

The short one-kilometer journey took him an hour. When he reached the Profound Palace Building, he asked someone to deliver the letter he carried inside, then stood waiting patiently in the plaza in front of the building.

After making arrangements for the three people yesterday, Chen Chuan had returned to the academy. While he was training, a notification sound came from his Realm Token, indicating a delivery had arrived.

He went out to retrieve the item and found that it was a letter of challenge, signed by Gongying Changxiu. The wording was very polite, stating that he had heard of Chen Chuan’s fame from a corner of the islands and, filled with admiration, had traveled across the vast ocean to humbly request a battle, and so on.

The letter also stated that he was from Wind Forest Hall, one of the three great overseas Fighting Halls. To prove his qualifications, he had specially dispatched a junior brother to demonstrate his Saber Techniques in person.

’Saber Techniques?’

He was somewhat interested in this. He walked to the window and glanced outside toward the Profound Palace Building, where he saw the figure in black. But after just one look, he couldn’t help but doubt whether the man could truly demonstrate the essence of any Saber Techniques.

A Fighter has an almost preternatural ability to judge an opponent. Setting aside specific Fighting Skills, one could roughly determine their level just by observing their posture and aura.

’And this one...’

Just then, he suddenly saw a figure walking toward that spot. Slightly surprised, he thought for a moment before turning around, leaving his dormitory, and heading downstairs.

As Huishilang was waiting, a voice suddenly came from the side. "Lord Huishilang."

He turned to see a Foreign Fighter in traditional robes standing there. He searched his memory but didn’t recognize the man. He asked in the Foreign Language, "And you are, my lord?"

The man opposite him bowed slightly. "Langtao Hall. Mishiro Ara."

"Ah, so it is Lord Mishiro." Huishilang bowed politely to him. "What brings Lord Mishiro here?"

Mishiro Ara straightened up and said, "May I ask if you are here to deliver a challenge to Monarch Chen?"

Huishilang’s expression immediately changed. He said in a low voice, "And what business is that of Lord Mishiro?"

Mishiro Ara placed his hand on the hilt of his blade and declared loudly, "Of course it is my business! I was once defeated at the hands of Monarch Chen, a loss I accepted with all my heart. Lord Huishilang, if you wish to challenge Monarch Chen, then I ask that you get past me first."

As he spoke, he drew the Long Blade from his waist.

Huishilang also gripped the blade at his own waist and turned, his expression solemn. "Although I am not the challenger, Lord Mishiro, I cannot simply ignore such an action."

He represented Wind Forest Hall. To have a blade drawn before him was to be challenged; he could not fail to respond.

Mishiro Ara’s stance did not change. "Then allow me to experience the famed techniques of Wind Forest Hall."

"Understood."

Huishilang looked up and said, "I came here to demonstrate my Senior Brother’s Saber Techniques for Mr. Chen. But Lord Mishiro, if it is you, I believe you will also allow Mr. Chen to see them clearly."

He drew his blade in one smooth motion and slowly raised it.

Mishiro Ara held his blade before him. After a moment’s standoff, they both stepped forward at the exact same time. In what seemed like an instant, they crossed past each other, arriving at the spots where the other had just stood.

They stood back-to-back for a moment. Suddenly, Huishilang’s blade clattered to the ground as his body pitched forward, and a pool of blood began to spread beneath him.

Mishiro Ara let out a breath, turned around, and wiped his Long Blade with his sleeve before sheathing it. He then gave the corpse on the ground a deep bow.

"Thank you for the lesson."

Chen Chuan had reached the ground floor by this time. He had emerged from the entrance just in time to witness their clash. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when he saw that in the instant Huishilang executed his Saber Technique, he seemed to transform into a different person.

After bowing, Mishiro Ara noticed a sudden coldness on his chest. He looked down and saw a cut across the fabric over his heart. The cloth had been sliced through, coming just shy of piercing his body.

Chen Chuan walked over and glanced at the wound. "Mr. Mishiro, are you all right?"

Mishiro Ara quickly turned and bowed slightly. "Monarch Chen, I am fine." He looked at Huishilang’s corpse and said with emotion, "That technique just now must have been the legendary ’Seal-Shaped Blade’."

"Seal-Shaped Blade?"

Mishiro Ara nodded. "Yes. The people of Wind Forest Hall, unlike us at Langtao Hall, do not place as much emphasis on spiritual cultivation, but they do have their own spiritual techniques.

It’s said that they can use a kind of spiritual fusion to imprint their Saber Techniques into the minds of their fellow disciples. Whenever they issue a challenge to a respected opponent, they can have a disciple demonstrate their own Saber Technique on their behalf.

It is both a show of force and a test. If the opponent cannot block it, then there is no need for a duel. If they can, it means they are worthy of a fight."

His expression grew solemn. "That last strike... it would be more accurate to say it was delivered not by Huishilang, but by Gongying Changxiu of Wind Forest Hall. And because it was indirect, it couldn’t fully display its true essence. If Gongying Changxiu had struck with his own hand, I would likely be dead."

Chen Chuan nodded slightly, then looked at him again. "Mr. Mishiro, what brought you here today?"

Mishiro Ara said, "To be honest with you, Monarch Chen, I received news not long ago that Gongying Changxiu has arrived in Central City. I believe his target is you, so I came specifically to inform you. Please be on your guard. This enemy cannot be underestimated. My actions just now were merely to show my sincerity."

Chen Chuan looked at him and said, "By doing this, Mr. Mishiro, you are placing yourself in opposition to Wind Forest Hall. Aren’t you afraid of the trouble that might follow?"

"It does not matter."

Mishiro Ara said with great sincerity, "In this world on the brink of chaos, a humble individual must eventually choose a side to stand with. And I believe,"—he raised his head and declared loudly—"that standing with Monarch Chen is the right choice!"

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