Capítulo 1644: Chapter 692: Decomposing the Bull
The daylight was dazzling.
The blue sea stretched afar, rging with the sky, delineating depths.
It was almost noon.
People crowded into the tavern’s shade, drinking and chatting comfortably.
So were staring at the coastline for a long ti.
More and more people turned to look.
The sea.
Rolled up white waves.
A man with a long blade at his waist ca riding the waves, surrounded by the sea.
Barefoot, he stepped onto the scorching white sand, slowly walking step by step, until he reached outside the tavern.
Silence.
“It’s that Madman!”
Soone burst into laughter.
Then the entire tavern erupted in laughter, brimming with rrint.
So beautiful and noble ladies were sowhat unclear about the situation.
Their male companions whispered in their ears, quickly recounting the tales of the Madman.
“Practiced the blade till he went mad…”
“…scared by a monster while completing a task outside.”
“Bumming around this resort, refusing to leave…”
“Wandering aimlessly every day, like a vagrant.”
“…”
Amidst the soft whispers.
The man walked toward the tavern.
A few kids running wildly bumped right into him.
The cake in the children’s hands instantly sared cream all over his clothes.
This added a touch of codic effect.
Even the most graceful woman covered her mouth and laughed.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
The man stopped, squatted down, and fished out a few coins from his pocket, handing them to the frightened children, said “Buy a new cake,” patted their heads, stood up, and continued forward.
Shortly after.
He entered the tavern, stopped at the bar, pulled out a few more coins from his pocket, and said:
“The usual, draft beer.”
The bartender placed a beer on the table and joked:
“Don’t get drunk.”
The man drank the beer in one go.
— He should be the only one standing and drinking while carrying a weapon.
Other Professionals had already sat down, either accompanied by beauties or gathered with friends in groups.
The man put down his glass, smiled, and said:
“How can a bit of beer make drunk?”
The beer seed to invigorate his Spirit, making his eyes much brighter, and he entered a certain state.
He turned and walked out.
However.
The tavern was so crowded.
A malevolent Professional suddenly stood up and tried to bump into him.
There were people and tables everywhere.
There was simply no place to dodge.
Yet, the man didn’t seem to notice, continuing to walk toward the bar exit.
The Professional was about to collide with him but suddenly backed off, retreated a few steps, and sat back in the chair.
— It looked like he regretted it.
His companions were sowhat surprised.
“What’s wrong, did you regret it?”
“Didn’t you bet that you would definitely knock him down?”
“Go on, hurry and knock him down!”
A few companions whispered.
Yet the Professional took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and forced a smile:
“Forget it, why bother asuring up to a vagrant.”
— Unexpectedly, it was like this.
At the mont of the collision —
An overwhelming suppressive force suddenly appeared, engulfing him like seawater, forcing him to retreat step by step to his original spot.
That force even pressed him to sit back on the chair, and only then gradually disappeared.
Which master secretly lent a hand to the Madman?
— It was absolutely impossible to be that Madman.
After all, this whole Ti, he had been wandering the island every day, everyone had figured out his background.
Faced with any ridicule and mockery, he never dared to strike back.
Not even daring to curse back.
He aimlessly wandered around every day, not knowing what he was doing.
Such a person —
The Professional abruptly realized that his companions had stopped talking.
Looking up.
The man was standing on the street outside.
A carriage sped along, slowing down opposite him, then stopped.
“Who dares block the way! Don’t you know this is the carriage of Great Swordsman Ouyang Nan?”
The driver shouted sternly.
There was a dead silence.
Everyone was sowhat incredulous.
— This Madman wanted to challenge Great Swordsman Ouyang Nan?
Could he actually be a deeply-hidden Great Blade Master?
Yet the man hesitated for a mont, suddenly turned around, quickly walked to the side of the road.
He moved aside.
“…” the driver.
“…” the crowd.
The carriage slowly moved, accelerated, and left the street.
The man sighed, just sitting on the steps by the roadside, looking troubled.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three Breaths.
Soone suddenly stood on the tree by the roadside.
“Even Ouyang Nan is not worthy?”
That person asked with hands behind his back.
“Far from it,” the man said.
“These days, I’ve sent all the so-called master Professionals to fight you,” said the person in the tree.
“Thank you, but honestly, they all fell short, you are the one,” the man said.
“Why am I the one?” asked the person in the tree.
“I can suppress them just with Sword Intent, no need to strike, but my Sword Intent can’t suppress you,” the man said.
“So you want to kill .”
“No— I just want to spar with you a little.”
“What if I win?”
“Then I’ll leave this world imdiately to undertake assignnts.”
“Baxter, you must understand, words cannot be spoken casually.”
“I’ll do what I say.”
“Alright!”
As the words ended.
A fierce gale suddenly rose on the street.
Sand and pebbles flew.
All Things blurred and unclear.
A piercing cold light surged from earth to sky, traversing thousands of layers of clouds.
Clang!
The sands settled.
The man sheathed his blade, leisurely saying:
“Send stronger professionals to fight with , better than you.”
The person on the tree remained silent.
He had a deep wound on his chest, but it wasn’t fatal.
In the tavern.
Everyone was silent.
The entire world was silent.
— That blade created a terrifying black rift in the Void, several hundred ters long, lingering between heaven and earth, refusing to dissipate.
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