"Hmph, that day I was careless, otherwise you would never have had a chance."
"Simon Su Jr., what's wrong? Didn't you get enough last time?"
Two groups had already started confronting each other in the middle of the street. Mr. Oblivion and Jing Kerr stood behind Simon Su Jr., while the arrogant young man opposite was Henry He Jr. Both the Su and He families were prominent in Zhuo City.
The Su Family owned vast farmlands and estates, while the He Family were merchants, related by marriage to Lady Julie Zhou, the local governor of Zhuo City. Both families held great power in the city, but frequent clashes had occurred over the years.
Simon Su Jr. was starting to get scared. Henry He Jr. had brought nearly thirty men, each armed with a sword.
Jing Kerr looked displeased, while Mr. Oblivion's face showed excitement.
"Mr. Oblivion, what are you so happy about?"
Mr. Oblivion didn't answer, just clenched his fists. The onlookers kept their distance, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire. The fights between the Su and He families were a regular occurrence, often sparked by minor disputes. Just a while ago, because of a shop, Simon Su Jr. was beaten by Henry He Jr., his face bruised and swollen, and was carried home in disgrace.
Lord Simon Su immediately went to the He Family to cause trouble, but Master He said that the quarrels between the younger generation shouldn't involve the elders. Lord Simon Su was furious and spent several days recruiting men in the city, determined to avenge his son.
Both sides were about to fight when Henry He Jr. suddenly smiled and spoke.
"Simon Su Jr., fighting in broad daylight is hardly proper. Why don't we each send someone to compete—best two out of three? If I lose, you can take your revenge and give me a beating. What do I care?"
Simon Su Jr. immediately broke into a happy grin. He glanced at the swordsmen behind him—he'd heard from his father that Mr. Oblivion and Jing Kerr were both highly skilled.
"You two, who wants to win the first round for me?"
Mr. Oblivion was about to step forward, but Jing Kerr stopped him. With a swift motion, Jing Kerr drew his sword and pointed it at the opposing group.
Henry He Jr. also sent out a swordsman in his thirties, with piercing eyes and a thick beard, his build noticeably larger than Jing Kerr's. Henry He Jr. looked confident, smiling as if victory was assured.
"Hmph, let's see if you're still smiling in a moment."
With two crisp clangs, the duel began in an instant. Jing Kerr's sword was extremely nimble, darting around the larger swordsman with rapid, continuous strikes. The opponent was no pushover, quickly catching on to Jing Kerr's tactics.
"I win."
In a flash, Jing Kerr suddenly closed in, his sword tip pressed against his opponent's throat. With a clang, Henry He Jr.'s expression turned sour.
Applause rang out as Simon Su Jr. started laughing and clapping, then glanced at Mr. Oblivion.
"Sir, let me take on their champion myself."
Jing Kerr meant they shouldn't switch, but at that moment, his mind was on the instructions given by Sheng before leaving—he must not let Mr. Oblivion step forward, or things could escalate out of control.
Some of the swordsmen behind Henry He Jr. looked doubtful about winning against Jing Kerr, their faces full of worry.
"Sir, let me go instead."
At that moment, a swordsman around forty years old stepped forward. Jing Kerr looked at him and saw that he was chewing on a blade of grass, his complexion ruddy, smiling as he removed his bamboo hat. After stepping out, he took off his gray cloak, and with a swift motion, drew his sword. Jing Kerr immediately realized this opponent was not ordinary.
Jing Kerr did not feel certain of victory. He focused his gaze, unmoving, on the middle-aged swordsman approaching him.
"Master Cheng, it's up to you now."
"Be careful—Master Winston Cheng is the He family's swordmaster. He's very skilled."
Simon Su Jr. reminded him, and Jing Kerr clenched his fists, feeling tense. It had been a long time since he'd faced a swordsman who radiated such a powerful aura.
Just then, a hand suddenly pulled Jing Kerr back—it was Mr. Oblivion, who stepped forward with a cheerful smile.
"You were scared before the fight even started. How do you expect to win?"
Mr. Oblivion said this, pushing Jing Kerr aside and stepping forward. Jing Kerr felt a chill in his heart, his cheeks burning—he had indeed felt fear for a moment.
"A beast, is it?"
Master Winston Cheng spat out the blade of grass, readied his stance, and gripped his sword, the sound of metal echoing. The Oblivion Chains wrapped around Mr. Oblivion's hands hung down.
Suddenly, Master Cheng struck, his sword thrusting straight at Mr. Oblivion's chest. It looked like a simple attack, but Mr. Oblivion stepped back, unwilling to block and dodged instead.
To Jing Kerr, this move was terrifying—he couldn't have blocked it himself. It seemed casual, but Jing Kerr knew it took years of training to deliver such a strike.
With a swift motion, Mr. Oblivion crouched low, sweeping a leg toward Master Cheng. Master Cheng simply leapt lightly, then suddenly changed the direction of his sword, slashing downward.
With a clang, Mr. Oblivion blocked Master Cheng's sword with the Oblivion Chains on his hands, scooted backward, rolled across the ground, and quickly got back up. Nearby, a burst of loud laughter erupted.
Mr. Oblivion's moves looked ridiculous, but only Master Cheng and Jing Kerr thought otherwise.
"Kid, you're adapting quickly. If I don't knock you down soon, I might be the one to fall."
Master Winston Cheng suddenly shouted and slashed at Mr. Oblivion with several quick strikes. Mr. Oblivion swung his Oblivion Chains, trying to confuse Cheng's attacks, but his hopes were dashed.
After several clangs, Mr. Oblivion was forced back against a shop, a blood-red gash appearing on his arm. Henry He Jr. immediately shouted in approval, and the crowd erupted in applause. But something felt off.
Mr. Oblivion's gaze changed—Jing Kerr and Master Cheng were both shocked. At that moment, Mr. Oblivion looked like a desperate tiger, ready to tear apart his prey. His eyes saw nothing but Master Cheng, the target before him.
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"Heh, if that's how it is, I won't hold back either, little brother."
With a swift motion, Mr. Oblivion dodged a fatal strike; wood chips flew as the sword grazed his head, slicing off his hair.
"What are you trying to do?"
Just as Master Cheng's sword swept over Mr. Oblivion's head, Mr. Oblivion grabbed the moving blade with one hand. His hand was immediately cut, but he roared, twisted his body, and slammed into Master Cheng's chest.
With a cry, Master Cheng hadn't expected that when he tried to change the direction of his sword to strike Mr. Oblivion's shoulder—a move even the strongest swordsman would struggle to defend—Mr. Oblivion countered with a surprise attack.
Master Cheng staggered back several steps, his chest heaving. He tried to pull his sword back, only to find Mr. Oblivion's other hand clamped under his right arm. Suddenly, with a roar, a tremendous force surged from Mr. Oblivion.
Master Cheng felt his vision spinning, then a sharp pain shot through his spine. He opened his mouth, nearly gasping for breath.
A streak of crimson blood trickled from Master Cheng's mouth, but before he could react, Mr. Oblivion had already wrapped the Oblivion Chains around his neck.
"What are you standing around for? Get him, Master Cheng!"
Immediately, the swordsmen behind Henry He Jr. drew their swords and charged at Mr. Oblivion, slashing at him. Suddenly, the sound of clashing swords rang out—Jing Kerr blocked their attacks and shouted.
"Mr. Oblivion, let go!"
Mr. Oblivion's eyes had become ferocious. He gripped the Oblivion Chains tightly, intent on strangling Master Cheng. The swordsmen rushed forward, and chaos erupted.
Master Cheng clutched the chains with one hand and raised his sword with the other. With a swift motion, he slashed Mr. Oblivion's thigh, but Mr. Oblivion only tightened his grip further. With a crack, Master Cheng cried out in pain.
Both sides started fighting as Jing Kerr moved around Mr. Oblivion, helping him deflect several attacks.
"If you don't move, you'll die! Mr. Oblivion, your sister is still waiting for you!"
Suddenly, Mr. Oblivion let go and kicked away a swordsman behind him.
"Protect me! Someone, protect me!"
Simon Su Jr. shouted as one of his swordsmen, already stabbed several times, lay on the ground. Henry He Jr. watched with a grin, observing from the sidelines.
"Capture the leader to catch the gang."
Jing Kerr said this, and with two swift strikes, wounded two swordsmen, making his way toward Henry He Jr. The scene was total chaos.
"Whoever takes down that guy, I'll reward you with 1,000 gold!"
Simon Su Jr. roared, and suddenly Mr. Oblivion charged forward, swinging his Oblivion Chains as if unstoppable, heading straight for Henry He Jr. The attacking swordsmen tried to intercept him but were too slow.
With a thud, Henry He Jr. screamed as Mr. Oblivion's Oblivion Chains struck his chest. He spat blood as Mr. Oblivion grabbed his collar and landed several punches to his chest, drawing cries of alarm from the crowd.
"Everyone, stop!"
A rough voice shouted, and long halberds parted the crowd as a squad of soldiers arrived.
Ropes flew out, quickly binding Mr. Oblivion. As soon as a dozen soldiers arrived, they pinned him down.
"Get a doctor, quick!"
At the command, the swordsmen dropped their weapons and rushed to Henry He Jr., who lay on the ground, blood frothing from his mouth.
"Arrest them all!"
The commanding officer shouted. Simon Su Jr. and the other swordsmen were all arrested. Mr. Oblivion, with a knife at his throat, stood motionless, smiling as he was tightly bound.