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Chapter 995: Chapter 995 Scholar’s Way
"How dare you speak to Mr. Azure Wind like that?"
The people from The North Sea slammed the table and rose, angrily pointing at the newcomer, "Kneel down immediately and apologize to Mr. Azure Wind, and perhaps we can grant you a quick death!"
"Otherwise, I will make you regret ever coming into this world!"
The North Sea had already restructured, and Baylor Davenport’s leading warrior, formerly of the Baylor faction from Town North King, was already leading the elite of The North Sea along the coastal road to Gonzalez City.
Adding to that, Windy Johnson, who had already reached Grandmaster level, was present, giving the people from The North Sea full confidence.
Not to mention, there was also the mysterious Elders Victor remotely commanding from Five-river Province.
"Heh, quite the big talk."
Rogan Harsh coldly stared at the man from The North Sea, walked over to the table, and picked up a bottle of beer.
He drank deeply from it.
"You... you’re courting death!"
Seeing himself being disrespected like that, the man from The North Sea sprung up in anger.
Whoosh!
The beer bottle in Rogan Harsh’s hand flew through the air and hit the man from The North Sea right on the head.
Thud!
The man fell head over heels.
"Attack!"
Seeing the situation go south, the other men from The North Sea immediately pulled out hidden weapon boxes from their waists.
In an instant, the room was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
It was a standoff, like drawing swords and bending bows.
The people from The North Sea were as if facing a formidable enemy.
Knowing the name Windy Johnson meant that the opponents had come prepared!
And they had been secretive in their movements, specifically choosing a bar to congregate.
Yet the visitor could still find them.
A terrifying thought.
However, Rogan Harsh cared little about it.
After finishing his beer, he casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
And looked coldly at the people in the room.
"I am Windy Johnson!"
Facing the uninvited guest, Windy Johnson was exceptionally calm.
He was already a Grandmaster and could sense that his opponent was also a Grandmaster.
When grandmasters clash, the others in the room were of no use at all.
"And you are...?"
He didn’t stand up but sat on his chair, lifting his eyelids to look at the newcomer.
"Rogan Harsh."
Rogan Harsh turned around, his smile gradually fading, "I’ve come to kill you."
"We have no feud, and I am curious, how did you learn my name and find me?"
Windy Johnson was somewhat puzzled.
He had been secretive, following only Young master’s arrangements.
And since arriving in Gonzalez City, Windy Johnson hadn’t yet taken action himself.
He had always been waiting for the opportunity, waiting for Young master’s arrangements.
How could he have been suddenly exposed?
And the opponent’s momentum was not small.
Grandmasters were rare in this world.
Yet now, in this small room, two Grandmasters had gathered.
Grandmasters are like dragons, and when two dragons meet, they are bound to cause a huge storm!
"It’s not important," Rogan Harsh spoke indifferently, "Let’s fight, I dislike idle talk."
He had received information that Mad Dragon was injured, had gathered a group of experts in Gonzalez City, and wanted to protect the Divine Dragon Tripod.
And the strongest among them was Windy Johnson!
It was said that this man shared a sworn brotherhood with Mad Dragon!
Entering Gonzalez City was precisely to protect Mad Dragon.
He had even brought his own disciples here.
Rogan Harsh originally didn’t believe it, but now he understood.
The whole room was full of disciples, none of them weak.
Although they were no match for him, they were more than enough to deal with ordinary fighters of the martial world.
Especially Windy Johnson.
A true Grandmaster!
"Fight, if it must be so,"
Windy Johnson slowly stood up, looking at Rogan Harsh, "But I must know, why we should fight!"
This pertained to the secrets of The North Sea, and he had to voice his inquiries.
If he himself had already been exposed, then what about the rest of the people from The North Sea...
"I only have two questions for you!"
Rogan Harsh picked up another bottle of beer and took a big swig, "Do you know, Mad Dragon?"
"I don’t know!"
Windy Johnson was completely baffled.
"Second question, do you know about the Divine Dragon Tripod?"
Rogan Harsh put down the beer bottle and asked aloud.
"I don’t know!"
Windy Johnson’s frown deepened.
He was of The North Sea royal family and had not had any contact with the martial world.
As for the Divine Dragon Tripod, that was a secret of the Baylor family.
He was uninformed.
What Windy Johnson knew was that there were treasures on the Saint Master.
But isn’t it expected for the leader of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, controlling countless fortunes and secrets, to have treasures?
Moreover, how could he know that the Saint Master was Mad Dragon?
"That’s right then!"
Rogan Harsh put his right hand on his waistbelt, and smiled faintly, "You know nothing; I also know nothing. But I do know one thing..."
Whoosh!
He instantly drew his sword, "You will die!"
Crack!
Windy Johnson instinctively dodged, and the chair behind him was instantly smashed to pieces.
Even the wall bore a deep crevice.
If Rogan Harsh had not checked his force, the wall would have already collapsed.
"You, retreat!"
The bones in Windy Johnson’s body crackled, his whole being radiating murderous intent.
"But..."
The people from The North Sea hesitated uncertainly.
That sword strike had frightened them out of their wits.
"Go find the Young master, contact the Elders Victor! Our whereabouts have been exposed!"
As he spoke, Windy Johnson leaped forward fiercely!
Swish!
A cold gleam shot out from his sleeve!
The Soft Sword!
Clang!
Sparks flew, the noise causing people from The North Sea to painfully crouch down, covering their ears.
"Go! Just say a Grandmaster is attacking, our whereabouts are exposed!"
He eyed Rogan Harsh, "This place isn’t spacious enough, let’s take it outside."
"No need."
Rogan Harsh paid no heed to those fleeing people from The North Sea.
In his view, these insignificant creatures were merely helping him deliver a message.
Telling Mad Dragon, he had arrived!
Arrived to kill, to seize the treasures!
"Both of us being Grandmasters, if we truly fight with all our might, innocents will surely be injured."
Windy Johnson holding his Soft Sword, spoke gravely.
Such force as a Grandmaster, could swallow mountains and rivers.
Back then, Julius Reed and Charmy Kims’ battle caused the lake waves to surge violently!
Now, this small bar compartment is likely to collapse in an instant.
"Grandmasters, too, are ranked!"
Rogan Harsh, holding his Longsword, said coldly, "To kill you, I don’t need to waste much time. Three strikes will suffice!" 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
Having said this, he closed his eyes.
His figure suddenly disappeared.
"You actually..."
Windy Johnson’s pupils constricted sharply.
Being a Grandmaster, he naturally knew what this implied.
But he was not someone to be trifled with!
Whoosh!
The next moment.
The Longsword dashed through the air!
Rogan Harsh’s figure appeared in front of Windy Johnson, his right hand fiercely slashing down!
Clang!
Facing this sudden attack, Windy Johnson raised his sword to block, only to be shaken back several steps.
His back hit the wall.
"The first strike."
Rogan Harsh smiled faintly, his figure dissipating once again!
"There’s a way through the mountain of books!"
Facing such a mysterious opponent, Windy Johnson’s Soft Sword dashed through the air, emitting noises!
He was actually using his sword to inscribe characters in the air!
The chill rose again!
From behind!
Clang!
Windy Johnson swiftly turned around, his flexible Longsword bursting out with terrifying power!
A torrent of murderous intent surged forth!
Splat!
Rogan Harsh’s Longsword pierced through Windy Johnson’s right arm, spraying a mist of blood in the air.
Meanwhile, Windy Johnson’s Soft Sword also sprang onto Rogan Harsh’s chest.
On the sword, there was blood.
The characters he had just inscribed transformed into bursts of Sword Qi, striking the opponent’s chest.
"Scholar’s Way! Interesting!"
Rogan Harsh furrowed his brows slightly; he hadn’t expected Windy Johnson’s comprehended path to be the Scholar’s Way.
"The third strike!"
As he spoke, he disappeared once again!
