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Winning means fighting to the death, even killing, but if they can't win, they'll admit defeat and ask for mercy. This is the way many scoundrels think and survive, but it wouldn't work with Qin Anwu. The peerless Immortal Emperor's consistent way of acting was: "If others don't offend me, I won't offend them. If they offend me, they will suffer for a lifetime."
Hearing his indifferent voice, Manager Wang shivered. It was too cold, chilling him to the bone, his blood, even his thoughts felt frozen. After taking two deep breaths, he said, "Young Master Qin, although our gang targeted you, you're fine now. On the contrary, your actions, how will they live after this? If Young Master Qin refuses to reconcile, you'll have to face twenty more people, and our Sect Master is at the Ninth Realm."
Qin Anwu looked at Du Xikun and asked, "I want to hear your decision." He disdained verbal arguments. What's the point of cultivating if a few small tricks are enough to push him back? The only true words come from fists. Among them, Du Xikun was the biggest fist, not only the Sect Master but also the only Ninth Realm expert.
Being called out, Du Xikun's expression became very serious. After a moment, he said, "Sikun, you go and test him. Remember, be careful with everything." Du Sikun was his younger brother and the Eagle Gang's only Eighth Realm expert.
Hearing his brother wanted him to fight, he struggled to control the nervousness in his heart, grabbed his great saber, and leaped out, "Let me test your strength!" His first foot landed on the grass, his second foot lunged towards Qin Anwu, swinging his great saber down towards his head. Instantly, he saw the opponent move. That speed was incredibly fast, like lightning. He hastily raised his saber to block, but then saw the figure had already arrived, and a black sword swept towards him. In a flash, his body felt light. When he looked at his body, he found his right hand, which held the great saber, was gone, and his right thigh... was also gone.
Dazed, he heavily hit the ground and slid forward. As he slid, he heard a roar: "Qin Anwu, I will kill you!"
"Brother is angry, he wants to avenge me... This Qin Anwu, his speed is so fast." With these thoughts, he passed out. He didn't realize that his brother hadn't immediately attacked, only roared that one sentence, and then stood in the corridor, panting heavily. To say he wanted his brother to die was impossible; he just wanted him to test Qin Anwu's strength so he could figure out a solution that both sides could accept.
At that moment, the other Ninth Realm expert, as well as the Vice Sect Master, were also secretly looking at Qin Anwu. They did not dare to act. The ground was littered with broken limbs and corpses. The scene was bloody and terrifying. The entire Eagle Gang courtyard was silent, an eerie silence. The remaining people were all bewildered. They had already been afraid to the point of turning pale, and some were even trembling and sweating.
"You thirty people, I'll give you five seconds to get out of my sight!" Qin Anwu said calmly, not even looking up. After five seconds, he glanced around. Those people, with their heads bowed, quickly ran out. After they ran, he glanced again. Then he looked at the group of people with their heads bowed, and they too quickly ran out. Then he looked at the next group...
Du Xikun, who was at the back, was also trembling and sweating. Someone next to him was so terrified that he said, "We need to work together. We need to tell everyone." Another person also shouted, "We need to split up and run, the more people who run, the better! We might have a chance!"
Before they could finish, Qin Anwu, who was still standing calmly, said, "Those who are willing to stay and wait will stay." Then, whoosh, whoosh, four figures rushed out. They stopped at four different places. More than ten others still stood in place.
"I will kill those four," Qin Anwu said calmly. Then, four people, who were about to escape, fell to the ground.
"Qin Anwu, you despicable scoundrel!" someone roared in anger. Why was he despicable? Because he was using them to exhaust Du Xikun's strength. Those people who were injured were all cannon fodder.
After those words, Du Xikun looked down at Qin Anwu with a grim expression. He stepped forward, holding his great saber in front of him. But in his heart, he did not want to fight. At this time, Du Sikun, who was lying on the ground, had finally regained consciousness. He looked at his broken arm and leg, still in a daze, and roared, "Brother, avenge me!"
The Sect Master had wanted his brother to test Qin Anwu's strength, and then he would come up with a strategy. However, he didn't expect Qin Anwu's moves to be so fierce and decisive. Du Sikun's great saber, which was covered in qi, was now stuck in the ground.
At the same time, next to the courtyard wall, a figure with a black iron plate on his face, who had been following Du Xikun, spoke up, "Du Sikun, you must come over here, you must cooperate with me!"
Du Sikun struggled to his feet, yelling, "I'm willing!" Then, with a "thump," he knelt down on the ground.
Qin Anwu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He knew the person who spoke was the Strategist, Manager Wang. He stretched out his hand and wrote three words: "Break into pieces." The people immediately ran to the side. The others quickly separated and stood in a line. He threw all the brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones to Manager Wang. The paper wasn't enough, it was indeed short.
"Will you write?" Qin Anwu asked Manager Wang, who was at the side.
Manager Wang, his eyes flickering, quickly grabbed the paper, ink, and brushes and wrote rapidly. After writing six pages, Du Xikun sighed deeply and went to his side. He thought that these were all his insights, but he was wrong. It was about how to fight the team, and he was also explaining something about the Ninth Realm.
After Manager Wang finished writing, he put down his brush and waited. Qin Anwu, who had been at the hot spot for a while, also came over to read. After seven or eight incense sticks of time, Manager Wang handed him another thick stack of paper, about thirty pages, which was the draft. Qin Anwu took it, glanced through it, and said, "Now, he's also speaking the truth."
Everything Manager Wang said was true, and he didn't lie. Because they compared it with what he said, and it all matched up. They didn't dare to lie to him.
After saying that, he didn't move. Manager Wang asked, "Can they go?"
A torrent of doubt and fear filled the air. Qin Anwu asked indifferently, "Do you still want to eat?"
Qin Anwu stared at the four people by the door, slowly moving his gaze, but everyone still stared at him. Everyone, no one dared to look away. Among these people, Du Xikun, who was at the Ninth Realm, was not afraid of him, but he was startled. And those four people who had been flying away, in the blink of an eye, were back at the door, unconscious. All the people gasped and took a long, deep breath.
"This must be an illusion!" a person with swirling eyes said, "It must be." This was his way of comforting himself. Because if it wasn't an illusion, they would be terrified.
Manager Wang and Qin Anwu were still standing in the courtyard. "Young Master Qin, my insignificant self is willing to lead my brothers and repay your life-saving grace." Manager Wang opened his mouth, saying something very grand.
Qin Anwu asked him again, "Are you willing to go?"
Manager Wang looked at his skinny body, then nodded slightly. He took a deep breath, and with a soft sigh, he said, "I am willing."