![]() In the time he spent on the floor the Ninth-Layer’s once pristine white robes had picked up dirt and food stains. “You got some dust on your clothes,” Chen Haoran pointed out. “You bastard,” growled the Ninth-Layer through clenched teeth. His first day in the south and he was already picking a fight with someone on Lan Yao’s level. That meant the weapon could channel qi very well, even through its scabbard. He’d blocked maces on his arms without issue and yet he was forced back. He cast a wary gaze on the sheathed sword. Such a thing had to be felt, and in the moment his arm was blasted away he realized his opponent also practiced an Earth-rank cultivation method. “Stay back.” A person couldn’t sense the quality of another's cultivation. “Brother Chen,” Xie Jin called, having caught his breath. The Ninth-Layer rose on unsteady feet of his own, his hand instinctively reaching for his groin before he stopped himself. He cycled his qi to steady himself and held a hand to his head. Chen Haoran tried to stand when his legs suddenly buckled. He tried to leap on him then and grapple but was forced to roll away from a scabbard stab to his throat. At the same time he harshly yanked his hand to the left and threw the white-robed youth to the floor. This time he was ready, his qi cycling like a river, he caught the knee on his forehead and absorbed the force. It was a weak hit from an awkward angle however and so rather than be debilitated the Ninth-Layer brought his other knee up and slammed Chen Haoran’s head. Chen Haoran rose up and struck at his groin, eliciting a hiss of pain from the white-clothed youth. The Ninth-Layer’s white shoes were about to step over him when he grabbed his ankle and pulled him off balance. He was still thinking when the wooden floor splintered under his cheek. As he registered what happened he felt something heavy hit his head and send him sprawling. The first indication something was wrong was when his arm was flung back. Chen Haoran stepped into the blow and raised his arm to block it. “Get out of the way.” He rushed in with light steps and swung his scabbard again. “Let me slap out of few of your teeth and call it even.” A dragon’s furious roar echoed in his chest. “But even back in my hometown I would never let this slide.” He raised his hand. “I’m not normally a violent guy,” Chen Haoran said in a clipped, even tone. The bastard quickly tilted his chin back and swung his scabbard into his chest only for Chen Haoran to block it with his arm. The Ninth-Layer made no move to stop and was about to walk past him when Chen Haoran swung out his hand like a whip. This is the part where you're supposed to apologize.” Rather he was walking to the hole in the wall behind him. The Ninth-Layer walked toward him as well-no. His qi spiked with every step and he could feel it coursing through his meridians like blood. “Phelps come here,” he called before turning and facing the cause of this mess. The Ninth-Layer wielded his sword, still in its scabbard, and stood unruffled. Xie Jin’s grunt of pain came from behind and Chen Haoran turned around to find him skidding across the floor holding his gut. Phelps must have instinctively used his power to lessen both their weights when he got hit. ![]() He slowly floated up and Phelps slipped out from underneath and floated in the air looking dazed but none worse for wear. ![]() “Phelps!”Ī squeal came from the man’s body. ![]() “Phelps!” Chen Haoran’s qi spun to life, and he sprinted to the newly made hole in the wall.Ĭhen Haoran grabbed the splintered wood of the wall and crushed it with a white knuckle grip as he looked at the fallen form of the Eighth-Layer.
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