The Melon-eating Swordsman In The Ancient Dragon World Chapter 520: On the Saying "Rather Die than be Defeated" - Novel Cool

Chapter 520: On the Saying "Rather Die than be Defeated"

Chapter 520: On the Saying "Rather Die than be Defeated"

The onlookers all felt that their trip had been well worth it; they had just witnessed an event that would provide them with enough bragging rights for the rest of their lives.

Present were Tie Kaicheng, the chief of the Red Flag Escort Agency; the famous Xie family's third young master, whose name was known throughout the martial arts world; direct disciples of the seven major sword sects; and Yan Shisan, the deadly swordsman from whom none had escaped alive!

It was a rare gathering of so many renowned individuals, all facing off against each other with fierce momentum. Had the atmosphere been different, the spectators would have eagerly cheered them on.

It seemed that the main event had yet to begin, and two of the renowned Ten Great Swords of Jiangnan, Mo Feiyan and Li Pingzi of the Hainan Sword Sect, had already perished.

Given the circumstances, it seemed they might even get to witness the duel between Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan!

How thrilling! It was truly exhilarating!

Xie Xiaofeng turned to look at Yan Shisan, his pupils narrowing to the size of pinpricks.

Though Yan Shisan merely stood there, as far as Xie Xiaofeng was concerned, he was like a sheathed longsword, its sharp sword aura hidden and concealed.

But once that sword left its sheath, it would undoubtedly shock the world.

Xie Xiaofeng was surprised. No one had ever remained calm in his presence, yet he sensed a sense of relaxation and emptiness from Yan Shisan, who was about to challenge him.

Seemingly in motion yet static, neither living nor dead.

Xie Xiaofeng was not curious about Yan Shisan's challenge. In fact, he had anticipated it a decade ago.

Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan—these two swordsmen of different statuses, sword styles, and personalities—were destined to meet and engage in a battle for the ages, determining who was truly the best swordsman in the world.

Xie Xiaofeng just hadn't expected to encounter Yan Shisan under these circumstances.

But now that they had met, Xie Xiaofeng acknowledged that Yan Shisan was indeed someone who could challenge him. He took a slightly shallower breath, clenched his fists, and asked, "Now?"

"Of course not now," Yan Shisan said, sizing Xie Xiaofeng up. "You currently have at least five or six internal and external injuries, and your body is very weak. If you fight me now, defeat is certain."

"Not necessarily," Xie Xiaofeng said calmly.

"But I don't want to take advantage of you," Yan Shisan said. "One month from now, at the peak of Mount Tai. Bring your sword, and I'll wait for you there."

"Good!"

Xie Xiaofeng was not the useless Aji at this moment. He was the Xie family's third young master, a child prodigy who had become famous at the age of ten, a genius who had defeated all opponents, the heir to the title of "The World's Number One Sword," and the owner of a two-hundred-year-old precious sword.

Therefore, he could not avoid this battle. He would accept all challenges and make the challengers pay with their lives.

"If you lose, you must abide by the conditions I proposed earlier," Tie Kaicheng said. "Remember to bring back all your previous women to the Sword God Manor."

"The third young master of the Xie family must keep his promise," Tie Kaicheng added loudly. "If Xie Xiaofeng loses, he should strive to raise the children so that they can support the Xie family in the future."

Xie Xiaofeng: "..."

Yan Shisan: "..."

Spectators: "..."

...

Xie Xiaofeng left with his subordinates.

Now that Yan Shisan had appeared and set a date for the decisive battle, Tie Kaicheng naturally wouldn't stop him, and the six direct disciples of the seven major sword sects wouldn't dare to intervene either.

Yan Shisan went upstairs to the second floor of the restaurant and sat down opposite Tie Kaicheng. Sun Xingyu respectfully poured wine for Yan Shisan, only to find that the last seat at the square table had been taken by Li Zhenzhen.

The two women's gazes clashed in mid-air, sparks seeming to fly, and then they both coldly snorted and took their seats.

Mei Changhua, who had lost to Tie Kaicheng earlier and owed him a favor, was pleased to see the connection between Li Zhenzhen and Tie Kaicheng, especially given the amicable relationship between their sects, Hua Mountain and Emei.

However, Wu Tao, who also hailed from the Emei sect, did not share the same sentiment. As the senior disciple of the Diancang sect, he came from a well-off background, excelled in martial arts, and led a smooth life. He had his own designs on Li Zhenzhen.

Qin Duxiu, who was close to Ouyang Yunhe, felt a twinge of anxiety seeing Li Zhenzhen associate with Tie Kaicheng and Yan Shisan. He knew that Ouyang Yunhe's position as the leader of the seven sects' alliance was now in jeopardy.

Only Tian Long's eyes flickered, his gaze sweeping across the group as he analyzed the complex web of interests between them.

The innkeeper returned with a couple of helpers, bearing new dishes and wine for the two tables. He bowed and said, "We've taken care of the corpse of that thief, which should make up for the losses incurred by the inn. Please consider these two tables on the house, and enjoy your meal!"

Li Zhenzhen couldn't help but chuckle. "Indeed, the dead have no names. Even the leader of the Jiangnan Ten Great Swords, Yunyu Feiyan, is nothing more than a thief in death."

Tie Kaicheng picked up his wine cup and shook his head. "It's impolite of you to say that. Don't forget that this meal could be considered his treat to us."

Li Zhenzhen nodded. "Indeed, Mo Daxia is such a generous man, even in death, he still wants to make amends."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Sun Xingyu curiously asked Tie Kaicheng, "Did you know that Mo Feiyan was one of Tianzun's men?"

Tie Kaicheng nodded. "Yes."

"How did you figure it out?" Li Zhenzhen asked.

"There were too many deliberate details in his actions," Tie Kaicheng replied, without elaborating further. After all, he couldn't reveal that Mo Feiyan had used the same tactics as Cao Hanyu and the Yuan brothers, which had already put him on guard.

Besides, the identities of Cao Hanyu and the Yuan brothers had not yet been exposed.

"But you were wrong about one thing," Yan Shisan interjected.

"What's that?" Tie Kaicheng asked.

"When you said that if Xie Xiaofeng lost, he should go home and start a family," Yan Shisan said.

"Why?" Sun Xingyu inquired.

Yan Shisan replied calmly, "Because Xie Xiaofeng has been famous for twenty years. Known as the number one genius of the Xie family in two hundred years, his talent surpasses that of the ancestor Xie Tian. He carries the honor of being the number one sword in the world..."

"Xie Xiaofeng can only die, he cannot be defeated!"

Yan Shisan's eyes blazed with intensity, his words resolute and his aura commanding, with sword intent swirling around him.

For he was such a person himself.

"Oh, I see," Tie Kaicheng nodded, turning to Sun Xingyu to explain. "In simple terms, he's too sentimental and emotionally fragile. He can't handle losing."

Yan Shisan: ╭(°A°`)

╮

"Pfft!"

At the neighboring table, Mei Changhua spat out a mouthful of wine and quickly turned away, coughing, "Choked, choked..."

Sun Xingyu and Li Zhenzhen exerted all their strength to hold back their laughter, their faces contorting as they clenched their jaws tightly.

The two women nodded, struggling to maintain their composure, their cheek muscles tensing.

Tie Kaicheng gave Yan Shisan a thumbs-up. "Master's words are true! You truly know Xie Xiaofeng well, and I agree that he's got issues."

Yan Shisan remained expressionless, glancing at the longsword by Tie Kaicheng's side, contemplating whether to draw it and strike him with it.

(End of Chapter)

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