Facing all these heroes and so-called nobles, the youth in the snowstorm slowly opened his mouth, his voice resounding and powerful. "You want me to give Skywings a chance to turn over a new leaf?
Then, who will return her blissful innocence? "
Jiaogu was stunned. He had never imagined that the youth would be so decisive.
Bai Pinghai was also stunned. This was Jiaogu. Would the youth not even give him face?
Tianqing's face sank. It seemed that there was no way to settle this matter peacefully.
The youth pointed at the girl and continued. "Didn't General Sky fight for the kingdom all his life to protect the people of the kingdom like her?
In the end, she was sullied and humiliated by the nobles of the kingdom, so what was the point of General Sky fighting for her life?
Just who did General Sky protect? "
Zhan Long could not help but say, "Shut up. How can you deny Father Sky's contributions so casually?"
The youth ignored him and continued. "The laws of the kingdom do urge people to do good, but they don't condone evil. General Sky protects the kingdom's land, not the kingdom's crimes. The people of the kingdom live very hard lives. She has no parents, and she was born deaf and mute. She earns a meager income by sewing and dyeing cloth, hoping to meet someone who can help her through her life of poverty. Yet, you want to deprive her of even this little right. Should the evil deeds of Skywings be punished by the kingdom's laws …"
His expression was generous, and the more he spoke, the more agitated he became, but Yu Xingyang's heart kept sinking. He already had a premonition that this matter was developing in a bad direction.
Bai Pinghai suddenly sneered. "Little brother, from your tone, it seems that you want to deal with this matter according to the rules of the Flourishing Kingdom?
Our kingdom has always believed that the strong are supreme. Whoever has the greater ability will have their way. "
The youth's face was cold. "You're a famous expert. I'm naturally no match for you."
Bai Pinghai disdainfully said, "If you think I want to deal with you, you're wrong. I don't care about bullying the weak. If you want to win in terms of martial arts, we'll definitely find you an equal opponent. We won't take advantage of you. Don't you want justice?
We'll give you justice now. "
As he spoke, he signaled with his eyes not far away. Zhan Long, who was already prepared, immediately walked over.
Bai Pinghai sternly said, "This Brother Zhanlong is the same as you. He's an origin ability user and not a warrior. If you can beat him, you'll have the final say on how Heaven's Wings will verify his identity."
These words were not meant for the young man, but for Tianqing.
Tian Qing said in a deep voice, "That's right. Little brother, if you win against Brother Zhan, the matter of Yi 'er's body examination will be left to you to decide. However, swords have no eyes. The two of you should be cautious and stop when it's appropriate."
A threatening glint appeared in the youth's eyes. "Is this what you said?"
So what if they said it?
Hurry up and leave this place. As long as I'm alive, I'm not afraid that I won't have a chance to seek justice in the future.
Yu Xingyang, who had always been calm, was secretly anxious at this moment. It was as if the young man with the saber in the courtyard was himself.
After another gust of cold wind, the bonfire by the lake was about to be extinguished. The snowstorm in the sky became even stronger, and a strange "wu wu wu" sound could be heard in the air.
The young man held his saber in a reverse grip. His Origin Energy had already been activated, and his body seemed to emit a layer of heat. All of the snowflakes that floated to his body were quickly swept away, turning into white gas.
Zhan Long held a short sword in his hand. From the weapon he had chosen, he did not have much of an advantage over his opponent. After all, they were both short weapons.
However, from the color of his short sword, one could tell that it was not an ordinary item. On the other hand, the young man's scythe was an ordinary item. Thus, Zhan Long proudly said, "Please make your move first!"
The young man did not bother to be polite with him. He suddenly flew into the air, his posture like a fish leaping through the dragon's gate. High up in the air, he slashed out with his scythe.
The sharpness of the blade caused a gust of wind that caused the almost extinguished bonfire to be reignited. Moreover, the black sickle did not have any light. It was like a ghost in the darkness. It cut through the snowflakes and cut through the night.
For an Origin Ability user to have such a realm, even Tian Qing and Bai Pinghai had a trace of praise in their eyes.
However, Yu Xingyang's expression was particularly heavy. He was a master of saber techniques. Naturally, he could see where the young man's problem lay.
This slash was too fierce and fierce. Moreover, the style of the slash was strange and exquisite. Simply speaking, this slash was an all-out attack. Once it was released, there was no way to retreat. If an opponent with a stronger Origin Energy foundation were to block it, the outcome would be disastrous.
Ding — — —
Zhan Long held his sword horizontally across his chest. The sound of the sword and saber colliding was particularly crisp. It was the sound of a jade object hitting a porcelain bowl.
However, at this moment, Yu Xingyang's mind was shaken. He could clearly see that although Zhan Long's posture had not changed, there was an imperceptible scratch on his shoulder armor. The young man's saber technique was far more brilliant than he had imagined.
However, this Zhan Long was Bai Pinghai's disciple. No matter how weak he was, his attainments in the sword would not be weak. When the young man retreated, his right sleeve was already very tattered. Now, it had completely disappeared, turning into fragments that scattered in the air.
The young man and Zhan Long were indeed evenly matched opponents.
Zhan Long had originally looked down on this rural youth. Only after receiving this slash did he realize that the other party was not weak at all. This time, he could no longer stand still. He had to change from being passive to active.
"Be careful!" Zhan Long took the initiative to warn.
As his voice fell, his figure flashed out in a strange arc. The sword's shadow seemed to be there and then not, and the sword's light suddenly separated and then reunited.
With a "kacha" sound, the young man could not help but retreat two steps. The sickle in his hand had already been broken in two, and the blade had sunk into the snow.
Breaking the weapon basically meant losing. Bai Pinghai had a proud expression. "Little brother, now you have nothing to say, right?"
Everyone was also discussing spiritedly. Everyone seemed to be praising Zhan Long's skill.
Jiao Gu laughed. "Me, Bai Pinghai, and Sect Master Kong will bring the Heaven's Wings in for a body inspection. I don't know if anyone has any objections?"
What objections could anyone have?
Even if they had objections, they would have to change them into nothingness. These three people had the most prominent statuses. Who would dare object?
"Wait!"
The young man slowly raised his right hand. "I haven't used my real weapon yet. This sickle is just something I usually use to cut grass."
Bai Pinghai's expression changed. His eyes were filled with killing intent. I've already given you two steps, and you still refuse to take them.
Seeing his expression, Zhan Long also understood tacitly. He coldly said, "Little brother, you don't want to admit defeat?"
The young man twisted his wrist, and a dark golden brilliance flipped between his fingers.
At this moment, all the blood in Yu Xingyang's body seemed to freeze. A thunderous voice seemed to resound in his ears. It was so far away, yet so familiar.
"Does this blade count as this year's number one blade?"
This dark golden claw blade was impressively the hero's knife in the hands of Ding Wenhe at the Martial Arts Symposium seven years ago.
Seven years was not a long time, but it was enough for people to forget many things. Thus, when the knife appeared, no one present actually recognized it.
People remembered their big brother, the monarch, and glory. However, they could not remember this hero's knife.
Perhaps, people had forgotten great deeds and noble qualities. Or perhaps, people had even forgotten why they had forgotten?
However, Yu Xingyang did not forget. The impression this knife had left on him was too deep. It had even changed his life. Now that it had appeared here, this knife seemed to have some kind of mysterious and special connection with him.
Of course, in the process of searching for his big brother and Ding Wenhe these years, he had also clearly inquired about the origins of this knife.
The knife itself might not be much, but the experience of the knife made him feel deep veneration. In his heart, this knife was no longer as simple as a knife. It was a kind of belief. It was the belief of a group of people. It represented the roots of the grass. It symbolized tenacity. It encouraged these people to never lower their heads and never give up.
At this moment, the knife was in the hands of the youth. The dark golden radiance was like a bright star under the snowy night. However, in Yu Xingyang's eyes, the image of the youth had disappeared. He seemed to see his big brother, Miss Wenhe, and many other people holding this knife. They were all standing in the courtyard. Facing all the powerful dignitaries, there was not a trace of fear on their faces.
Yu Xingyang suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of hope. That feeling was like the clear sky after the rain, the bright sunshine breaking through the clouds. He was suddenly filled with confidence in this youth.
Because justice would always prevail!
Even Yu Xingyang had such thoughts. How could this youth not have the same thoughts?
The hero's knife was in his hands. This knife had been passed down to his generation. He had never failed.
This time, the youth took the initiative again. The dark golden light of the knife was like snowflakes that filled the sky, forming a large net that enveloped Zhan Long. Zhan Long also flew out. The short sword in his hand turned into a dazzling white light.
In the large net, the white light pierced left and right like a swimming dragon. It pierced the large net and made "ding ding dang dang" sounds.
The two figures flashed and intersected. The surging airflow caused the surrounding tables and chairs to fly in all directions. When they flew into the air, they shattered into pieces.
The heat energy in the center of the courtyard gradually formed an invisible force field. It constantly spread out circles of waves. The sword light flashed and disappeared in these waves. If one did not know that the two people were fighting inside, the onlookers would definitely suspect that this dazzling scene was the sparkling waves of the lake under the sunlight.
The light and shadow merged into one and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The seemingly wave-like blade suddenly retracted. There was another crisp "ding" sound. This time, the sound was long and drawn-out. It was like a moving clear cry.
In the next moment, all the knife light and sword shadows disappeared. The courtyard regained its calm.
Yu Xingyang could not help but stand up in excitement. He was unable to suppress his feelings of surprise because the hero's knife was still in the youth's hand. However, the short sword in Zhan Long's hand had disappeared. Zhan Long's right wrist was dripping with blood. It was obvious that he had been cut by the claw knife.
In this battle, the victory belonged to the youth in the end. It belonged to the hero's knife that was filled with legends.
No matter when and where this knife was, it always needed to be sacrificed with the blood of those who believed themselves to be superior. Only then could it release its true brilliance.
Justice, it might be late, but it was never absent!