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Chapter 300: Battle
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The room was filled with an austere aura. A bone-piercing chill enveloped Du Wei's body. Du Wei felt like a frog being stared at by a viper.
The grey-clothed servant behind Bluesea stood there quietly. But ever since Du Wei uttered the words "friend or foe", the servant's eyes were fixed on Du Wei like an eagle. A bone-piercing murderous aura enveloped Du Wei's body.
Obviously, the servant's appearance was nothing special. He was dressed in a servant's attire. His face was expressionless. Just by standing behind Bluesea, the servant's eyes gave Du Wei a feeling of extreme danger. Du Wei had only felt this kind of oppressive aura from experts like Hussain or Rodriguez. But how could such a servant possess such an imposing aura?!
Ding! The teacup in Du Wei's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
The grey-clothed servant's eyes were as sharp as a sword. Although Du Wei felt a heavy burden bearing down on him, his face did not betray the slightest clue. He even turned his head, exposing his side profile to the servant. Then he looked at Bluesea with a relaxed smile on his face. Letting out a soft sigh, he said: "Mr. Bluesea, it seems that you have made your decision?"
Bluesea's body was curled up in the chair. He was tightly wrapped in the blanket. In the bone-piercing cold of the early morning, he looked like an ordinary old man. Reaching out his trembling hand to pick up the teacup, he slowly took a sip and then let out a sigh. His sigh was filled with exhaustion. In a low voice, he whispered: "Duke Tulip, if I wanted to be your enemy, then why would I have sent my eighty disciples to you … …"
Du Wei smiled faintly. His eyes flashing, he said: "Mr. Bluesea, I just said that your intentions were not necessarily pure. I'm afraid that helping me pacify the Northwest was not without selfish motives. Today, you sent someone to invite me here … … As the saying goes, when the moon is dark and the wind is strong, it's a night to kill … … "At this point, Du Wei couldn't help but look up at the sky outside the window. Smiling indifferently, he turned his head and stared at Bluesea. Although his tone was relaxed, his gaze was dignified:" Although it's not night and there's no moon in the sky, this place is very secluded. Also, the gentle breeze and calm water. In such a quiet and peaceful place, the place Translation is Translation Note: Translation. Translation Du Wei's translation: Translation Translation translation translation Translation If I were to die in such a place, even after death, I would still be able to hear the sound of the waves day and night. "
Hearing this, Blue Ocean laughed heartily. Then he raised his hand and motioned for the grey-robed servant behind him to leave. At first, the grey clothed servant was unwilling. Hesitantly, he looked at Bluesea with hesitation. Lan Hai sighed faintly, "Although you've been with me for so many years, and your current cultivation is not bad, but when that person comes, even if you stay here, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand a single blow from that person. Since I dared to sit here, then I naturally have confidence. "
Seeing his master's determined expression, the grey clothed servant reluctantly left the room and slowly closed the door.
When only Du Wei and Bluesea were left in the room, Bluesea looked at Du Wei and smiled: "Now you can rest assured. I'm just a weak old man. Do you think the famous Duke of the Tulip Family would be afraid of a weak old man? "
Du Wei smiled: "How can the disciples of the Snow Mountain be useless?" Pausing for a moment, Du Wei continued: "What did you mean when you said 'that person is coming'? You said 'that person'. Do you have someone else in mind besides me? "
"He's not an outsider. He's just an old friend."
Du Wei's expression changed: "An old friend?" Bluesea looked out the window and took a deep breath: "There are many kinds of old friends. But this old friend is the kind that wants to take my life." After saying that, he turned to look at Du Wei and calmly said: "Your Excellency the Duke, you can rest assured now. I invited you here to be an audience."
Du Wei's face showed disapproval: "Audience? I've never been interested in being an audience. It doesn't matter if you kill someone or if someone kills you. Is it interesting to watch such a scene? Or do you, Mister Bluesea, have such a hobby? Do you like to have people watch you kill or be killed? "
Bluesea smiled: "Of course I don't have such a hobby. But today, you must be an audience. I think since you're in the Northwest, you must be curious about the Snow Mountain. The person I'm waiting for today is a guest from the Snow Mountain. "
Although Du Wei's stomach was full of questions, he didn't know how to ask after seeing Bluesea's unfathomable expression. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room froze.
At this moment, the morning wind was biting cold. Inside the room, the old man and the young man sat facing each other with only a pot of cold water between them. The two didn't speak, but each had their own thoughts.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the darkness of dawn gradually receded. Outside the window, the sky in the distance was suffused with a bit of white. Faintly, a faint red mark appeared on the horizon. Looking at the rising sun in the distance, Bluesea whispered: "It's about time. That person should be here. I've met with him so many times, but he's never been late. Today should be no exception. "
At this moment, Du Wei's heart suddenly moved. As a magician, his senses are far sharper than an ordinary person's. Although he didn't hear anything, he was still able to cover the entire room with his spiritual force. But at this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling. It felt like a strange power was invading his mental range. Du-Wei tried to capture it with his heart, but this feeling was too strange. That feeling of being invaded by his mental range only lasted for a fleeting moment before disappearing. It was obvious that this person's spiritual power cultivation was superior to his.
Du Wei had this feeling in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Bluesea sigh: "He's already here."
Following Bluesea's sigh, Du Wei suddenly felt a sense of vigilance. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the screen near the door. Originally, there was nothing behind it, but when Du Wei looked up, the silhouette of a person suddenly appeared behind the screen. He didn't know when this person had arrived, but he had suddenly appeared like a ghost. "After so many years, your ears are still very sharp."
This voice was soft and pleasant to the ears. Listening to it, one can't help but feel a sense of intimacy. But when such a pleasant voice fell into Du Wei's ears, it seemed to have a strange attraction. Originally, Du Wei's spiritual force field that covered the entire room was like a stone that was thrown into it. Suddenly, it couldn't maintain its original tranquility. What's more, this person's voice was so strange. It seemed to have a kind of charm, making people involuntarily attracted. Even when this person spoke, even Du Wei, who has a strong spiritual force, instantly lost his mind.
Bluesea didn't seem to be affected by this. He didn't look at the figure behind the screen. Instead, he just smiled and whispered: "You really didn't disappoint me. You're not late."
"Unfortunately, you disappointed me." Before his voice even fell, this person had already turned around from behind the screen.
Du Wei finally got a clear look at this person's appearance. He saw that this person was wearing a white robe. It was the white robe of the White Robe Shaman of the Snow Mountain. His long silver hair was scattered and somewhat messy. A few strands of hair on his forehead covered his eyes. Behind the messy hair, his eyes were shining like the cold stars in the winter night sky. Of course, Du Wei was no stranger to the White Robe Shaman of the Snow Mountain. During the war with the prairie people in Anglia City, Du Wei personally killed a White Robe Shaman. During the peace talks with the prairie people, he also pretended to be a White Robe Shaman to deceive the prairie peace envoy. Therefore, Du Wei naturally recognized this White Robe Shaman's attire at a glance. However, this person's attire was somewhat different. Around the waist of his white robe was a golden belt. Attached to the belt was a scimitar commonly seen in the prairie. The scimitar was very small, less than half the size of a normal scimitar. At the end of the scimitar's hilt was a thumb-sized pearl.
Although Du Wei wasn't proficient in martial arts, but with his strong intuition, he could tell that the scimitar wasn't just for show. What made Du Wei feel strange was that, although he knew a lot about the Snow Mountain, he had never heard of anyone among the White Robe Shamans who were proficient in both magic and martial arts. Moreover, as a White Robe Shaman, openly carrying a martial arts weapon, this person's martial arts must not be low.
What made Du Wei feel even more strange was that when Blue Ocean said that this person was an "old friend of many years", Du Wei guessed that this person's age shouldn't be young, most likely someone of the same age as Blue Ocean. But looking at this person's appearance, his skin was white and his complexion was pale, but there wasn't the slightest wrinkle on his face. If one were to just look at his appearance, he should be at least 40 to 50 years younger than Blue Ocean.
After this person came out from behind the screen, his eyes quietly stared at Blue Ocean for a while before he said in a calm voice: "You've aged a lot over the years. I remember the last time I saw you, your face didn't have so many wrinkles. Could it be that the injuries left behind after our last meeting haven't healed?" Then he looked at Du Wei. Those sharp eyes swept over Du Wei's body, instantly giving Du Wei a feeling of being completely seen through. This person's eyes were faintly strange and full of admiration: "It seems that you haven't been idle these years, to actually accept such an outstanding disciple. On my way here, I heard that there was a martial artist who was proficient in using 'Ice Dou Qi' on the continent. If I remember correctly, his name was Rodriguez, and he has already reached the level of Paladin. It should be him, but I didn't expect him to be so young. Although we have many disciples in the Snow Mountain, there aren't many who can be so outstanding. "
"Don't misunderstand, he is not my disciple." Blue Ocean glanced at Du Wei: "This is the famous Duke of the Tulip Family, the disciple of Grand Magus Gandorf. Our Snow Mountain can be considered to have a bit of relationship with him. Today, I invited him here as a spectator. If I unfortunately die, I will have to trouble him to collect my corpse. "
Hearing the name "Gandorf", this person's eyes flashed with a trace of light. The corner of his mouth slightly twitched: "Oh? Gandorf, is that the guy who is known as the continent's number one magus? So you are his disciple, no wonder, no wonder. "After saying that, he only nodded and no longer looked at Du Wei.
Du Wei noticed that when this person mentioned Gandorf, especially when he said "the continent's number one magus", not only did his tone not have the slightest bit of respect, it even had a trace of disdain.
"Well, you and I have waited for this day for too long. Since it's like this, why don't we begin?" This person looked at Blue Ocean with a slight frown: "But can you still stand up now?"
Hearing this, Blue Ocean sighed softly: "What difference does it make whether I can stand up or not? Since you have waited for this day for too long, then why don't we begin? "
He sighed softly. This sigh contained regret, regret, unwillingness, hatred, and many other complicated feelings. Before the sigh even fell, this person's body suddenly disappeared from where he stood. In the next instant, he was already in front of Blue Ocean. Even a powerhouse like Du Wei couldn't see this person's movements clearly. All that could be seen was this person gently waving his hand. Suddenly, a blazing light burst out from the center of his palm and pressed his palm against Blue Ocean's forehead.
Wrapped in a blanket, Blue Ocean had the appearance of a weak old man. Clearly, he was already so weak that he couldn't even stand up to a gust of wind. But with a "chi" sound, the blanket wrapped around his body suddenly shattered into countless pieces. Blue Ocean was bathed in a silver-white light. At this moment, the originally weak and frail old man revealed a kind of awe-inspiring and inviolable demeanor. Originally hidden under the blanket, Blue Ocean's fingers gently pointed forward, condensing a bit of cold air between his fingers. Although this bit of cold air didn't seem strong, but when it was pointed at the person's chest, it instantly turned into a whistling icicle.
Smiling faintly, this person took a step back and used his empty hand to block the icicle in front of his chest. With a wave of his hand, the whistling icicle in front of Blue Ocean was instantly collected by this person. Taking advantage of the situation, this person pushed out a palm and the blazing light from his palm came roaring out. Blue Ocean's expression was awe-inspiring as he raised his skinny arms to meet the incoming attack. When the red heat and the silver-white cold collided, the difference between red and white was immediately clear. But the strange thing was, there wasn't the slightest sign of life from the collision.
Blue Ocean's hair and beard were fluttering in the wind. His sleeves were fluttering in the wind. Obviously, he had used all his strength. While this person only made one move and then retreated. After a push, his body gently floated away. Withdrawing his hands behind his back, he nodded with a smile: "It seems you're not that old that you can't move."
Blue Ocean, on the other hand, seemed to be struggling. Du Wei was close enough to see Blue Ocean's chest gently heaving up and down. Between Blue Ocean's two palms, there were two masses of cold air wrapped in a ball of red heat. Despite his best efforts, Blue Ocean still couldn't disperse this ball of fire. In the end, he had no choice but to withdraw his hand. With a hook of his finger, a stream of water was immediately sucked out from the pot on the table.
The white robed shaman's fire magic was so powerful that how could a small pot of water extinguish it? But with this stream of water, the fire seemed to have found a place to vent. Immediately, it broke away from Blue Ocean's control and burned along with the stream of water. With a few sizzling sounds, the stream of water was instantly evaporated by the fire, turning into a faint white gas. But the fire didn't slow down in the slightest and quickly wrapped around the silver pot on the table. Unexpectedly, the silver pot was vaporized in an instant, leaving not even a speck behind.
Du Wei sat to the side and watched the two fight. Both of their movements were so fast and short that it was too much for the eyes to take in. Especially when he saw the white robed shaman's fire, Du Wei was even more alarmed. This strange fire was so powerful that it could actually burn the silver pot without leaving a trace. Du Wei himself could be considered an expert in fire magic. Especially when it came to using fireballs to ambush people, it was his specialty. But how could an ordinary flame be able to instantly burn the silver pot to such a degree? The magic of this snowy mountain was really strange and astonishing.
At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed in from outside. It was the grey robed servant. Covered in a silver Dou Qi, his face was filled with murderous intent: "Don't hurt Mister!"
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his palm, and the Dou Qi in his palm instantly condensed into an ice sword. He flew forward and chopped down with the sword in midair. This sword emitted a cold light in all directions, and the ice Dou Qi was displayed to the extreme. The entire room instantly became cold, and the tip of the ice sword brought out a whirlpool of ice and snow mixed with fine ice shards. The whirlpool whizzed towards the white clothed Shaman.
Du Wei's eyebrow pricked up at the sight of this unassuming looking servant. Judging from the power of that sword strike, the mastery of the Ice Dou Qi is already comparable to that of the Northwest Army's Major General Cybuster. In his mind, Du Wei speculated that this grey-robed servant's Martial Skill is at least at the eighth level.
Chuckling, the white robed shaman faintly whispered: "That's not how you use your Dou Qi."
His words were slow, but the grey robed servant's sword was extremely fast. But at this moment, space and time seemed to distort. The grey robed servant's sword was clearly in front of him, but when he finished his sentence, the sword still hadn't pierced his body.
This isn't the first time Du Wei has seen this kind of distortion in space and time. Seeing it again today, Du Wei's heart suddenly jumped out with two words:
Saint rank!!!
(Today's update is a bit late, so my condition isn't too good. But I'll keep my promise. This is the first chapter. There will be another chapter in the evening. I am writing it now. I'll definitely write 10,000 words today.)
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