Chapter 643: Chapter 643: Co and Fight if You Disagree!
Wang Chen looked in the direction of the mocking voice and saw that it was coming from a prison guard with a scarred face.
Wang Chen had so impression of this man, everyone called him Dao, and it was said that he had once been a Battle Cultivator in the Yongle Battle Camp. After retiring, he joined the Forbidden Prison Departnt, and currently, he had two stripes tattooed on his sleeve cuffs.
Wang Chen rembered that Dao seed to get along well with Hu Qi and his group.
This was probably the reason for Dao’s malicious provocation against Wang Chen.
Seeing the eyes of the other prison guards being drawn over, Dao bared his teeth at Wang Chen, revealing a sinister smile, “What, don’t dare to speak?”
His appearance was quite fiendish, and together with his tall stature and an aura of killing Qi, he had an overwhelming presence!
Many prison guards looked at Wang Chen with a mix of pity and schadenfreude in their eyes.
Many veteran warriors from the battle camps chose to join the well-paid Forbidden Prison Departnt after their contracts expired or they retired due to injuries.
Being a prison guard was dangerous, but it had a higher survival rate than being constantly at war, and Battle Cultivators, seasoned in countless battles, often were able to condense Battle Array killing Qi, which effectively warded off the invasion of Yin Sha Energy.
Common Evil Wraiths didn’t even dare to co close.
Because in the Yongle Dungeon, retired Battle Cultivators had always been the backbone of the prison guards.
Among them, Dao had a bit of a reputation.
As a newcor, Wang Chen had managed to offend a veteran Battle Cultivator prison guard, which ant his future was going to be tough.
After all, retired Battle Cultivators had long ford a large circle within the Yongle Dungeon, and once excluded by this circle, one could easily imagine the fate of a new junior prison guard!
“None of your damn business!”
Just when everyone was guessing whether Wang Chen would choose to swallow his pride in the face of Dao’s bullying or bow his head in submission, Wang Chen put down his wine cup and disdainfully said, “Who the hell are you to ddle in my affairs?”
Hiss~
Many in the tavern gasped in surprise.
Nobody expected Wang Chen to actually choose to stand up to the challenge and directly slap back at him.
The newcors these days really are sothing else!
“How dare you!”
Dao beca furious, his face instantly turning bright red, the scar on his face writhing like an earthworm.
Almost as if blood were about to drip out.
Those who knew him could tell this was a sign of Dao’s genuine anger!
A killing Qi, thick with the sll of blood, imdiately enveloped Wang Chen.
However, Wang Chen remained seated and unmoved, as if a gentle breeze was brushing past him. There was no change in his eyes, but his words grew increasingly sharp, “Look at you, acting like a weasel. Got the guts to fight here? If you’re too chicken, then shut up. Idiot.”
Everyone thought Wang Chen was tough, but it turned out he could be even tougher!
Quite a few prison guards looked at each other, but more onlookers showed faces eager for a good show.
Especially those who had downed several pots of Spiritual Wine and were sowhat drunk, they almost wanted to jump up and cheer—fight!
Dao was also enraged to the extre, his knuckles cracking as he clutched his fists.
The killing Qi he emitted was terrifying.
Wang Chen had insulted him to his face—if he swallowed this grievance, he could forget about holding his head up in the Battle Cultivator circle ever again.
A fight seed inevitable, and the prison guards around the two n stepped back, creating enough space for them.
But just then, the tavern owner suddenly spoke from behind the counter, “If you want to fight, do it outside the city. This isn’t the place for your brawl.”
The tavern owner looked ordinary, the kind that one couldn’t pick out from a crowd.
But as soon as he spoke up, Dao, who was about to erupt like a volcano, was as if doused with ice water.
His complexion quickly shifted from purple-red to ashen, his clenched fists unnaturally loosening, the corners of his eyes twitching incessantly.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t dare to fight here,”
Wang Chen said with a cold laugh, “Set a ti, and we’ll settle this, life or death, outside the city!”
It wasn’t that Wang Chen was arrogant, insolent, or devoid of respect for others; he simply understood a principle early on—talking about decency with soone deliberately causing trouble does not work.
Only by being cruder, more overbearing, and more savage can you suppress their arrogance.
The lower one’s status, the more so this seed!
Yongle Immortal City was undoubtedly a real Immortal City, and it even seed to satisfy so of Wang Chen’s fantasies about the Haotian Immortal Realm.
But this city was not Wang Chen’s paradise.
As a smuggler from the Lower Realm, he needed to climb up from the bottom, step by step.
Only then could he truly appreciate the endless beauty of the Immortal Realm.
What kind of place was the Forbidden Prison Departnt? And the Yongle Dungeon?!
Put plainly, this was the sewer of Yongle, containing all the filth and foulness that the Immortal City had to offer.
Characters like Hu Qi and Dao, no matter how shrewd, domineering, and tyrannical they appeared to be…
In essence, they were nothing but flies and maggots in the sewer!
Naturally, there was no reasoning with such scum; it was ti to let fists and swords do the talking.
According to the rules of the Forbidden Prison Departnt, private dueling was strictly prohibited within the dungeon. If Dao had just dared to make a move against Wang Chen, regardless of the outco, the consequences wouldn’t have been pretty.
To settle a score, one naturally had to fight it out outside the city!
With Wang Chen’s current strength, he feared no one below the Golden Core.
If you don’t agree, then fight!
“Good!”
Dao let out a low growl, intending to accept Wang Chen’s challenge, when suddenly soone darted out from the side and stopped him.
The person whispered a few quick words in Dao’s ear, and his expression changed again.
He glared at Wang Chen as if he wanted to devour him.
“You just wait!”
After leaving behind a rather unthreatening harsh remark, Dao turned and pushed past the man who spoke to him, bolting out of the tavern in the blink of an eye and vanishing from sight.
Hmm?
The patrons who were eager for a spectacle looked at each other bewildered.
They really couldn’t figure out why soone with Dao’s temperant and strength would back out at such a crucial mont.
By backing out like this, he had lost all his face!
How was he supposed to get by after this?
Could it be that this newcor, who was so strong-willed and confident, had so incredible ace up his sleeve?
Everyone’s gaze towards Wang Chen turned strange.
Gone was the disdain and mockery, replaced mostly with curiosity and scrutiny, along with so serious consideration.
Quite a few prison guards made sure to rember Wang Chen’s face—just in case they ran into him in the future, it wouldn’t be worthwhile to form a grievance without knowing the details.
Wang Chen ignored the various looks from around him and calmly finished his Spiritual Wine, also cleaning up the fried peanuts that the tavern’s owner had given him.
Not a single one was left.
Then he left the tavern with an easy grace.
No sooner had Wang Chen set foot outside the tavern than the place once again burst into activity.
Many people were discussing the incident that had just occurred, speculating on Wang Chen’s real identity, in a heated conversation.
So mocked Dao, saying that after several years in the dungeon, he had lost all his blood energy.
In any case, from this mont on, Wang Chen was no longer seen as the newcor he once was in the eyes of others.
Unless one day, he proved to be incompetent or t with an unexpected death.
This was the world of the Martial World’s cultivators in the Yongle Dungeon.
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The first update is delivered.
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