Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 619 - 234: Bow Like Thunder, String Startles (Part 2) (Mega Chapter of 10,000 Words) _6

The lengthy silence of death.

Wang Anfeng glanced at the direction, shifted the bow from his left hand to his right, shook his palm slightly, and said indifferently, "Sorry, I missed."

"This round counts as our loss."

"By the way, what was the wager you wanted?"

His face wore a polite smile, yet it was cold without a hint of warmth.

He raised the bow in his hand.

The bowstring trembled and buzzed, accompanied by a rumble like distant thunder, almost forming a blur too fast to see.

Wang Anfeng smiled warmly:

"It seems I didn't hear clearly..."

No one answered; the man in grey clothes guarded beside Wen Yuzhe with his sword. He hadn't moved either. The previous arrow, had it been shot at him, he could have blocked it, but only just.

Glancing at the line on the floor as if it had been ravaged by a fierce beast, he couldn't help but take a sharp breath.

Terrifying brute strength.

Brute strength that almost ignores techniques, defenses, and the momentum of the sword.

What kind of overbearing martial arts is this that ordinary moves could bulldoze everything—could it be the Heavenly Dragon Institute?!

Thinking of those strongmen with earth-shattering strength, the expression of the man in grey finally lost its previous calmness.

Wang Anfeng scanned the disciples of the noble clan around him and smiled:

"It seems everyone has forgotten. I only faintly heard something about a hairpin."

"A wager is a wager; here, take my hairpin then."

He lifted his hand, removed the hairpin, and casually threw it on the ground next to the trembling young man closest to him, who had borne the brunt of the terrifying force of that move; it was uncertain if he would still have the chance to use that hairpin.

Then, with a slightly cold face, Wang Anfeng opened his right hand and said:

"Qiaofu, give me the token."

Lin Qiaofu was startled, then realized what Wang Anfeng was referring to. She scrambled to take out a rhombus-shaped token from her bosom, the base made of white jade carrying a slight chill. She breathed a slight sigh of relief, then handed the token to Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng glanced at the waist token and with a flick of his finger, the white jade token shot forward like an unsheathed sword, firmly embedding itself into the ground, causing the noble clan disciples nearby to shiver in fright.

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Gao Zhenhai bravely looked at the jade plaque, two characters finely inscribed caught his sight. Thinking of something, his expression stiffened, gradually turning into horror and fear.

It was a white jade token, with two characters on it.

Qingfeng Edge.

Sharp as a sword.

Wang Anfeng stood with arms behind his back, his expression cold, no longer warm as before, with a touch of indifference, he slowly said, "Please inform your clan elders."

"In the coming days, Qingfeng Edge will visit to discuss the events of today."

"For now, I shall not disturb your enjoyment any further, farewell."

Sword light sprawls three thousand miles!

Who in the world understands the Qingfeng Intent?

Gao Zhenhai was utterly terrified, how could he dare let him leave? As he raised his hand intending to retain him with an apology, Wang Anfeng glanced back, his eyes as cold and sharp as the arrow he had just shot, causing Gao Zhenhai's breath to catch, unable to speak.

The cold demeanor quickly faded, Wang Anfeng smiled warmly:

"Is there anything else?"

"Gao, brother..."

Gao Zhenhai collapsed to the ground, murmuring, "No, nothing else..."

Wang Anfeng smiled and nodded, leaving behind a phrase before sweeping away his sleeves.

"One day, I shall return the favor with a sword."

Atop Tiantai Peak, Zhu Yunmeng was lost in a daze, her mind and eyes fixated only on the arrow that had just shot into the sky. Her young servant girl was already crouching under the table, shaking and crying, begging not to be eaten.

Ignoring what the servant girl might have thought, Zhu Yunmeng suddenly stood up, grabbed a brush, and without ink, crushed several red fruits. Dipping the brush into the 'blood' as if it were ink, she added another line to the poem on the table.

A thousand miles of evening clouds lie flat.

Looking back at the place where the eagle was shot, a thousand miles of evening clouds lay flat.

Zhu Yunmeng took a deep breath, reading over the poem several times, feeling immensely satisfied with the artistic conception and choice of words, realms she had never dared to imagine herself reaching. As she looked down from the gazebo again, the man was gone, and only a young man was sitting on the ground, holding a token, both crying and laughing.

Taking back her gaze, she felt quite regretful.

Mei Zimo followed closely behind Wang Anfeng and others, and while walking, he said, "Just now, Young Master Wang was truly imposing!"

Wang Anfeng said indifferently, "Is there nothing else you wish to say?"

Mei Zimo paused slightly, a look of shame appearing on his face, stammering:

"Yes."

"Today, this whole matter is my fault. I, I will definitely apologize properly to Miss Qiaofu..."

Wang Anfeng's steps faltered slightly.

Mei Zimo hesitated, "Young Master Wang..."

Before he could react, Wang Anfeng suddenly turned around, striking Mei Zimo's face harshly with the bow, landing a heavy blow. Unprepared, Mei Zimo flew like a rag doll, crashing into the rocks.

He then fell to the ground, vomiting blood that contained several white teeth. Though his life was not taken, the pain and fear were immense. After being dazed, recalling today's events made him burst into tears.

Mei Lianhua could not bear to look away, being a woman herself, she sighed after seeing her cousin in such a dire state:

"Brother Wang, my cousin, he..."

"He was merely being used. The situation isn't really that bad..."

Wang Anfeng said coolly, "I know."

"Therefore, I only knocked out two of his teeth."

This casual remark, delivered so elegantly, concealed a threatening aura that made the crying Mei Zimo tremble, daring only to sob quietly, without making much noise.

Wang Anfeng gently stroked Lin Qiaofu's hair, looking at Mei Lianhua, and said:

"Also, please convey to Mr. Mei San that we will no longer stay at the Mei Family residence. We will inform Mr. Mei San of our new lodging at the inn later. Please forgive any disrespect."

Mei Lianhua's expression changed slightly.

Yuchi Jie smirked, realizing this fellow was genuinely angry. This incident would dictate how the Mei Family dealt with the foolish disciple, and he knew well that the man's prospects in the Mei Family were utterly ruined.

Mei Lianhua opened her mouth to speak: "This..."

"Miss Mei, if you say another word..."

Wang Anfeng raised his voice slightly, cutting off her words. With what had just happened as proof, Mei Lianhua became almost fearful, her voice abruptly stopping, but then she saw Wang Anfeng smiling gently, winking at her and saying:

"If you say another word, there will be no roasted rabbit for you later."

Lin Qiaofu hugged the prey tightly, her face showing longing.

PS: A friend once told me my biggest problem is that my hands can't keep up with my thoughts...

Alright, let's have an outburst today, otherwise this prelude plot is quite boring...

The end.

Also: just one release today, don't rush me, that's all. Flip the table (ﾉꐦ๑´Д`๑)ﾉ彡┻━┻