The mustached man was stunned for a moment. At the next moment, he recalled that he had been called out by a blind man. Immediately, the smell of alcohol surged up his head, and he stood up with a flushed face, scolding, "What nonsense are you shouting for?"
However, just as his words left his mouth, his vision blurred. Fang Xingjian was already standing before him, stomping down on his chest and kicking him to the ground.
The mustached man still wanted to retaliate, pulling out the military saber on his back. Fang Xingjian's sword fingers swept out continuously, and streams of sword Qis slashed at twenty-one weak points on his body, causing him to be covered in blood as he fell to the ground.
He had been at the first transition to begin with, and was at most equivalent to an experienced instructor in the academy. There was a huge gap between him and the current Fang Xingjian. After drinking, his thoughts had slowed down and his actions were out of shape, making it even more impossible for him to be a match for Fang Xingjian. Before the Unparalleled Sword Intent, his entire body was filled with openings.
Moreover, Fang Xingjian's speed was too fast. Before anyone could react, the mustached man had already fallen to the ground, covered in blood.
It was only then that the ponytail man reacted. However, just as he stood up and was about to draw his sword, Fang Xingjian's brows twitched, and the Ether Sword Ripples slashed out across space with his will.
The ponytail man had just stood up when he realized that all his clothes had exploded with a bang. The longsword that he had been about to touch had also become lighter, landing in Fang Xingjian's hand.
Fang Xingjian shook his head slightly at the ponytail man. The warning was too obvious.
The ponytail man looked at Fang Xingjian, who had one foot on the mustached man's chest, in a daze. He gulped, but could no longer summon the will to fight back.
Fang Xingjian exerted some force with his foot, and the mustached man immediately let out an agonizing cry. Fresh blood flowed out from the wounds all over his body.
Fang Xingjian said, "My Seism Steel, where is it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" The mustached man shouted, "You attacked an official Knight, an Empire's soldier! You're dead meat!"
"You're considered a soldier? I didn't see you when I killed Mumukeya at Kremlin Bay. " After saying that, Fang Xingjian tapped out continuously with his sword fingers, and streams of sword Qis from the Supreme Mistwind Sword shot out like a machine gun, tearing the mustached man's clothes into shreds, and his entire body was filled with tiny wounds.
Feeling every inch of his skin being poked by the blade, a trace of fear flashed across the mustached man's face.
Fang Xingjian said calmly, "I'll ask one more time. Where is my Seism Steel? Do you think Kilot of the Western Garrison Army will blame me even if I cut off one of your hands right now? "
The mustachioed man grew weaker and said in a low voice, "We've already sold the Seism Steel."
"Who was it sold to?"
"Versailles. It was sold to the Versailles Family. They are the owners of this tavern."
Fang Xingjian patted the mustached man's cheek and said in a low voice, "If I find out that you lied to me …"
"I swear that I didn't lie to you." The mustachioed man said dejectedly, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the manager here."
Fang Xingjian threw a glance at that manager and then appeared before him with a single step.
That manager stood up and turned, wanting to escape. However, he realized that he had already knocked into Fang Xingjian's embrace.
"Who did they sell their Seism Steel to?"
The manager's countenance was a little grim as he looked at Fang Xingjian, who had his eyes closed. "Sir, this isn't something you can interfere in."
"Oh? It's not something I can interfere in? "
Fang Xingjian smiled and sat down. As he sat down, a chair was pushed down by the air currents.
"How long do you need to get them here? How many can you get? "
That manager looked coldly at Fang Xingjian and said, "Half an hour, four Knights, and a thousand apprentices."
Fang Xingjian smiled and said, "Then go. I'll wait for you here."
The manager looked at Fang Xingjian in surprise and realized that the latter was really asking him to leave. He kept turning back to look at every step he took, and only stopped when he reached the door. He looked at Fang Xingjian and said, "Young Knight, you've offended an influence that you definitely shouldn't have offended."
In the time it took for him to speak, the crowd in the surroundings, including that delivery man, had all fled. A conflict between Knights was not something they could watch.
The mustachioed man and the ponytail man looked at the situation and exchanged a glance. Their eyes were filled with helplessness. They wanted to leave now, but with Fang Xingjian sitting here, how could they leave?
Just as the two of them were feeling extremely troubled, Fang Xingjian spoke again, "The money from selling the Seism Steel is with you guys, right?"
The ponytail man nodded and said, "It's with us. A total of 1,500 gold. Each of us will get 750 gold." With that, he took out a bag of gold coins and smashed it on the ground, creating loud banging sounds.
The mustachioed man sighed. Under the caress of a few streams of sword Qis, he had no choice but to take out the gold coins and place them on the ground.
Not long later, half an hour passed by, and densely packed footsteps rang out.
Fang Xingjian's ears twitched slightly, 'Oh? They're really Knights. Three … no … a total of four Knights? This Versailles Clan really has some skills. '
In his hearing, among the countless footsteps, there were four that were especially powerful and steady. It was as if many small mountains were moving. Above the footsteps, the heartbeats were like water pumps, emitting surging echoes.
At the same time, countless other footsteps rang out as well.
…
In the corridor outside the hall, several hundred martial arts apprentices slowly surrounded the outside of the hall. Rota, who was in the lead, walked slowly toward the hall's entrance. Beside her, there was a young man who looked similar to her but was a lot skinnier and shorter. He kept on saying, "Sister, it's rare that you're back. This time around, you must stand up for me. I'm only doing my business seriously, but someone has come to bully our Versailles Clan. We mustn't let him off so easily."
Rota was wearing a Knight attire, but it was unable to hide the beautiful curves of her body. Her ponytail swayed along with her head, and she was filled with a heroic aura unique to female Knights. Her eyebrows were raised high, and she was like a legendary heroine.
With that, the young man turned to the other three middle-aged Knights and said, "Uncle Davis, Uncle Serino, Uncle Degas, you guys must help me."
The three middle-aged Knights who belonged to the Versailles Clan smiled and looked at the young man, their eyes filled with doting love.
They were the young man's blood-related uncles. The young man's name was Dali, and he was Rota's younger twin brother. However, unlike Rota, who had displayed valiance, intelligence, and outstanding talent since young, Dali was neither good at literature nor martial arts. He had never had any hopes of becoming a Knight.
However, he had an advantage, and that was that he was good at gaining the favor of the elders. Therefore, although he did not become a Knight, the elders took pity on him even more. They let him take charge of many of the clan's businesses and took good care of him.
Although Dali would also do some ridiculous things at times, to the aristocratic elders, it was just young rashness. Which of them had not been unrestrained and unrestrained when they were young?
Hearing his younger brother Dali's words, Tarot frowned. His brows were like sharp swords that had been unsheathed, filled with a baleful aura.
"Dali, do you think that I don't know about your tricks? It's fine if you bully the commoners, but this time around, you even offended the Western Garrison and the Knights? Don't let me find out that you've done anything that deserves to be executed. Otherwise, I'll definitely stab you to death. Even Father won't be able to protect you. "
Hearing this, Dali's head shrank slightly. The person he was most afraid of in this lifetime was his sister, who was obsessed with martial arts. It could be said that he had been reprimanded by her since he was young.
At the next moment, a group of people walked into the hall and saw Fang Xingjian, who was sitting steadily on a chair as if he was sitting in his own home.
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