Chapter 1027: Chapter 580: The Hair of the Spirit_2 Chapter 1027: Chapter 580: The Hair of the Spirit_2 The noise was growing louder, and Logan raised his eyebrows as he went into the courtyard.
Upon seeing Logan, Snow Wood’s eyes brightened, and she imdiately stood up, not caring about Derek Lindman at her side, and quickly walked over to Logan.
“Logan, you finally ca!”
Logan glanced at Snow Wood and then at Derek Lindman, who was looking displeased at her side, and guessed what was going on.
Unable to bear it any longer, Snow Wood turned her head to look at Derek Lindman, her fists clenched as she struggled to keep the anger out of her voice.
“That’s right, you see, he’s the person I like. I hope you’ll stop pestering from now on, there’s no possibility between us!”
Snow Wood spoke with decisiveness, fearing that Derek Lindman might harbor so unrealistic fantasies.
She didn’t know when she had attracted Derek Lindman’s attention to the point that he had to co outside the Sect to express his affection.
It all caught Snow Wood completely off guard.
Derek Lindman, glaring at Logan, didn’t listen to the deaning words of Snow Wood. He pointed at Logan and shouted loudly.
“Let’s have a fight if you dare! I don’t believe you, a filthy kid whose clothes aren’t even clean, could be that tough!”
Logan was sowhat amused.
He had cultivated the ability to control his aura at will, so he would not easily reveal his Realm in front of others, and he was doing the sa in front of Derek Lindman now.
Thus, Derek Lindman recklessly wanted to have a one-on-one duel with him.
Logan did not refuse, rely spreading his hands.
“You said it yourself, don’t back out.”
The two quickly ascended the Martial Stage before the eyes of the crowd.
This Martial Stage was generally used by the City Lord and others for sparring, so it was built with top-quality materials.
Under normal circumstances, it would definitely not be possible to destroy the Martial Stage.
Upon reaching the Martial Stage, Derek Lindman drew a Golden Light glinting longsword.
As soon as the longsword was revealed before everyone, Logan could sll the scent of money.
This appeared to be a rich heir from a wealthy Sect, capable of using such a fine weapon.
But Logan was not to be outdone. Although he could not use the Inheritance of Blood Nineteen because those two Powerhouses from the last session might still be watching him in secret, he had acquired a silver-blue spear from the Emperor’s weapon arsenal.
With the appearance of the spear, the air instantly beca filled with a chilling cold.
Derek Lindman had anticipated Logan might use a fine weapon, but he didn’t expect it to be so intimidating just by being revealed.
This made him suspect that Logan might be from so reclusive and influential family he had never encountered before.
Both n moved at the sa ti. Logan, having Advanced to the Saint Realm, had never fought against anyone since then.
Although Derek Lindman was only at the Saint Seat Fifth Level, Logan did not intend to take him lightly during their fight.
A clash between the golden longsword and the silver-blue spear produced a “clang” that resonated with the onlookers, sending shivers down their spines.
At the instant when their weapons first collided, Derek Lindman felt his wrists go numb.
He suddenly looked up and realized that the man before him was not as simple as he had thought. But now that he had talked big, if he lost face in front of his goddess, he would never have the guts to approach Snow Wood again.
Logan initially approached the fight as if simply humoring Derek Lindman without taking it too seriously. However, after gauging Derek Lindman’s overly aggressive and sharp fighting style, Logan lost interest.
He ceased to entangle with Derek Lindman and instead ended the fight quickly by pressing the spear against Derek Lindman’s neck.
The spear’s tip emitted a cold gleam, much like Logan at that mont, his face expressionless with an indifferent deanor.
Derek Lindman swallowed hard, a bead of cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He gave Logan a frightened glance, realizing Logan was soone he couldn’t afford to provoke.
So he clenched his fist fiercely, glaring at Logan and delivering a heavy threat.
“Just wait, next ti you will definitely beco my defeated subordinate, crying and begging for rcy!”
Snow Wood rolled her eyes upon hearing Derek Lindman’s words, baffled at where he got such confidence, shalessly.
“Get lost.”
Logan uttered the word lightly, and Derek Lindman, who had intended to say more, suddenly felt as if he were surrounded by cold air.
He no longer dared linger and left the City Lord’s Mansion without looking back.
Seeing such an unscrupulous person harassing Snow Wood was sowhat disagreeable to Logan.
Although he felt no romantic interest in Snow Wood, he had co to regard her as a friend after these events.
“When I first erged from seclusion, Sheron Perri ntioned that soone seed to be pursuing you, but I didn’t expect it to be such a person. Have you thought about what you’re going to do about it?”
Upon hearing Logan’s words, Snow Wood also felt troubled. She furrowed her brow tightly and her voice was filled with aversion.
“I don’t know, but their Sect is quite powerful. Although no one in the Sect dares to trouble , I do need to go out at tis, and I can’t afford to offend his Sect.”
Logan started to say sothing but then stopped himself. After all, it was Snow Wood’s matter. He could worry, but it wasn’t really appropriate for him to intervene.
He was about to say more when suddenly a sweet and clear voice rang out, like orioles singing, brightening the scene.
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