I Cheated While Cultivating - Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Rivers and Lakes of Hatred and Revenge

The man holding the sword stepped out from the crowd, pointing the blade at Zhou Heng and shouted fiercely, “Zhou Heng, do you dare to fight me?”

The scene instantly fell silent, plunging into a deathly stillness, as everyone’s eyes turned to the person who had suddenly appeared and challenged Zhou Heng.

What’s going on?

How come the moment Zhou Heng’s identity was revealed, someone came up to challenge him?

Can they not see that terrifying record of his on the Warrior Rankings?

They dare to challenge him??

There were quite a few people in the Elegant Wine House at this time, and some recognized the man who had drawn his sword on Zhou Heng.

“Wei Gaoyue, I know him, he’s a disciple from Shocking Thunder Manor, a collateral bloodline of the Wei Family, and he has already reached the pinnacle of Eighth Rank at the mere age of thirty-six, not weak at all.”

“Ah, it’s him, I remember now. I heard that Wei Gaoyue almost made it onto the Warrior Rankings when he was younger, but unfortunately, he aged out just a few days later and missed the latest ranking.”

“But how can Wei Gaoyue dare to challenge Zhou Heng? Does he think his strength can surpass Zhou Heng’s? That seems quite unlikely.”

“Have you all forgotten? It’s mentioned in Zhou Heng’s record that he faced a siege alone, and among those who surrounded him was Chen Feihong.” “‘Thunder Sword’ Chen Feihong, the direct disciple of the master of Shocking Thunder Manor. Although it was Chen Feihong who colluded with the evil path first, it’s still a fact that he died at the hands of Zhou Heng. Now that a disciple from Shocking Thunder Manor stands up for revenge, it actually seems quite normal.”

“Wow! Is this what feuds in the martial world look like? This is my first time witnessing one, it seems so fierce!”

The onlookers had various reactions; some were amazed, others puzzled, still others were thrilled and thought it was quite fun, but all were watching with great interest.

Sheng Xinrou, however, was startled. She hadn’t expected that someone would suddenly stand up to challenge Zhou Heng, and it looked like they were filled with murderous intent, as if seeking vengeance.

She was puzzling over this, considering whether to ask Zhou Heng, when suddenly she was pulled back by her companions.

“Rourou, are you courting death? Don’t get involved in these matters. This is a life-and-death feud between Shocking Thunder Manor and Zhou Heng, it’s not for us to meddle in!”

“Yes! Rourou, we’re just ordinary people with no special backing, and our strength is average at best. In situations like this, it’s better to just watch from a distance.”

“Yes, yes, people like us are better off as spectators only.”

Hearing her companions’ words, Sheng Xinrou felt a bit lost. She knew they meant well, not wanting her to get into danger, but a question arose in her heart.

“Are we really just meant to be spectators?”

She looked towards Zhou Heng, who was facing the longsword of Wei Gaoyue, and suddenly felt a tinge of envy. Why can’t “I” be the protagonist in these stories of the martial world?

Why must I only be a spectator?

Impulsively, Sheng Xinrou’s heart swelled with the urge to step forward, to ask loudly about the reason for all this, and to add a significant stroke to this unfolding tale.

But at that moment, Zhou Heng spoke.

“Fight you?” His face bore a hint of mockery as he looked down condescendingly at Wei Gaoyue, his chin slightly raised and the corners of his mouth turned up in a grin, he said, “I’m sorry, but you probably don’t have the qualifications for that.”

From the moment Chen Feihong died by his hand, a state of enmity was destined between Shocking Thunder Manor and him.

Therefore, Zhou Heng was never soft on his enemies.

Even now, in front of a large crowd and within the city where it was not convenient to kill someone on the street, he did not hesitate to use provocative words to strike at his opponent’s confidence.

As a veteran who had been around for over a dozen years, Zhou Heng knew a myriad of ways to provoke. When it came to aggravating remarks, they rolled off his tongue easily.

As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted his right hand and slightly bent his fingers, gently flicking the body of Wei Gaoyue’s longsword.

Clang!

The sound of the sword resonated, extremely crisp.

It was as if the sword had clashed with another that was better, stronger, sharper, and more sturdy.

This left Wei Gaoyue astonished; he then felt an extremely terrifying force transmitted through the sword, almost shaking his longsword out of his grasp! What’s going on?!

Just as he was filled with confusion, something even more shocking happened.

He saw that the longsword in his hand began to crack incrementally, developing dense web-like fractures!

Crash!

In the blink of an eye, the longsword shattered into pieces on the ground, leaving only a hilt in Wei Gaoyue’s hand.

Beyond that, there was nothing left.

“How, how is this possible?!”

Wei Gaoyue stared dumbfounded, looking incredulously at the hilt in his hand, hardly believing his eyes, and even suspected he might be hallucinating.

The longsword he had just now, although not yet a hundred-refined weapon, was still considered decent among ordinary weapons, yet it had been shattered into pieces with a flick of Zhou Heng’s finger!

How incredibly fierce and powerful was that strength?!

It was exaggerated beyond belief!

The onlookers were also stunned, with many of them gaping in shock.

When they first discovered that Wei Gaoyue, an Eighth Rank Martial Artist from Shocking Thunder Manor, came to seek vengeance on Zhou Heng, they were quite excited, as watching others fight always gave a certain thrill.

Not to mention, both of these men were skilled experts; their fight was bound to be sensational.

However, no one expected the “battle” to end this way, with Zhou Heng simply flicking his finger to shatter Wei Gaoyue’s weapon.

The fight hadn’t even started before it was over.

Sheng Xinrou was just as stunned; she had just about stepped forward then drew her foot back, thinking to herself, “Hmm, perhaps some people are just destined to be spectators, am I one of them too?”

“Congratulations! You have defeated the easily crushed opponent Wei Gaoyue, Fortune Bag [Copper] +1.”

Zhou Heng heard the reward notification and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, but in Wei Gaoyue’s eyes, that smile was filled with mockery, as he believed Zhou Heng was laughing at his weakness.

“I advise you not to be too proud!” Wei Gaoyue said, his expression dark as he looked at Zhou Heng, “Shocking Thunder Manor has more than just me here, and there are many who are much stronger than I am, you just wait!”

After dropping the threat, he hurriedly left, not wanting to stay in that place for another moment.

“Hey! Uncle, aren’t you going to take your shattered sword with you?” Bai Yuejian called out loudly, “That’s your stuff, don’t litter around, it’s not nice.” Wei Gaoyue’s face darkened even more, his steps quickened, and he sped away, soon disappearing from sight.

“You, try to say less in the future,” Zhou Heng tousled Bai Yuejian’s hair and, taking her small hand, said, “Let’s go.”

“Mr. Zhou, please wait a moment,” said a scholarly looking young man who approached at this time, smiling and whispering, “Sir, may I have a word with you? I have a favor to ask.”