After hearing this, Black Snake turned his head suddenly and touched Pi Yanzi's hand very sincerely.
"Look, it's 30%!"
Pi Yanzi raised his lips, then lowered them again, repeating this several times before speaking.
"Yes, yes, 30% is 30%."
"Master Pi Yanzi is so generous!" Black Snake smiled and pulled Pi Yanzi up. He picked up the handkerchief dropped by the other party from the ground and wiped the blood under Pi Yanzi's nose carefully.
It's a sincere and heartfelt one.
Pi Yanzi's face twitched and his expression was dazed, as if he was dreaming.
Black Snake stuffed the blood-stained handkerchief into Pi Yanzi's collar and helped him brush off the dust on his body with a smile.
"Why hasn't the big shot you mentioned come yet, sir? How big is he? It can't be.
Are you kidding us?"
As soon as the words fell, the air in the outer hall of the warehouse became quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Pi Yanzi looked at the thieves around him staring at his face, swallowed his saliva, and was about to speak.
Just then, because of the sudden silence, they heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
The five thieves and one noble turned to look at the gate.
Click.
A very clear sound.
The door handle slowly shifted and turned.
90°.
A crack appeared.
Push it open slowly.
A head poked through the door.
Bald head, unshaven beard, and a face full of flesh.
Very cruel.
He stared at the two bloody holes and looked at everyone with dissatisfaction.
Blood overflowed from the bloody hole in the mouth, leaving a bloody trail along the chin.
It dripped onto the ground with a plop.
"Not authentic."
"Let's divide it equally."
(End of this chapter)
217. Chapter 211 [Persuasion]
217.
"Not authentic."
"Let's divide it equally."
The thieves were stunned for a moment, then quickly drew their swords.
He looked into the bloody hole in the door.
The bald thief tilted his head and looked at these little brothers, as if he didn't quite understand how a group of intermediate swordsmen dared to draw their swords against him?
He tilted his head in confusion.
With a thud, he fell headfirst to the ground. Circles of blood spread out along the floor, washing the dirty floor of the dilapidated warehouse.
Alan's figure emerged behind him, and his voice spread into the warehouse.
"And I don't remember."
"I said I was somebody."
The door was pushed open completely, and he stepped into the room, stepping on corpses and blood.
The scorching sun at noon cast a halo around his body and his smile was brilliant.
It's actually quite contagious.
"That's no nonsense."
The four thieves were all stunned. They looked at Alan who seemed to have no aggressiveness at all, and then looked at the bald thief leader who was lying on the ground at the door.
Fear, anger, inexplicability, absurdity, all kinds of emotions rushed into their minds in an instant, making them doubt whether they were dreaming.
In this moment of disconnection, they all fell silent.
Pi Yanzi was not stunned. His reaction was completely opposite to that of the thief. The moment he saw Alan's face clearly, he first quickly glanced at the miserable corpse on the ground. Not only did he not feel the slightest bit of fear, but he felt an inexplicable pleasure in killing people to vent his anger.
Then he immediately looked up at Alan!
This scene reminded him of Alan's other identity - Boreas's 'guest', a gifted swordsman. With ecstasy on his face, he shook off the black snake's hand, not caring whether the blood on the ground was dirty, and ran to Alan in a few steps on the blood, grabbing his hand, but his lips were trembling so much that he couldn't speak.
What a fucking twist! So exciting! My 'partner' is finally here! I don't have to be threatened by these rude and disrespectful scum anymore!
Good kill! Killing to establish authority! Good kill, you!
At this moment, along with his actions, the sense of opposition of the 'camp' immediately freed the thieves from the sense of separation, and they all raised their knives and cursed.
Although they shouted, they all took a step back, trying to protect their teammates in front of them - why is the corpse on the ground the leader? Because he is extremely powerful, why are they the younger brothers? Because there is not even a senior swordsman among them. Then the problem is, the leaders are dead.
Who goes first?
Never mind, I'll just curse a few words first to boost my courage!
"You bastard!" "This is how you do business!" "Do you know Night Lion?!" "Son of a bitch!"
"Hush."
A short hiss, very soft and not loud.
But the moment it sounded, it extinguished the noise.
Alan didn't even look at the four thieves who had returned to silence. He swung the index finger that was raised in front of his lips to the side, as if to shake off some residue remaining on it. With his other hand, he raised the hand holding the knife from his waist and slapped it on Pi Yanzi's face.
"Don't be afraid. I came here with sincerity and said I would split it equally."
"That's an even split."
Then, in the latter's somewhat confused and stunned expression, he took a step, one step at a time, stepping on the blood, and walked forward.
The fingers slid across his face, leaving five bloody marks.
At the same time, the index finger that was stretched out in a silencing gesture turned over and straightened, and as the arm turned, it pointed to the thieves who were standing still and in a daze beside him.
The sunlight that came through the iron-barred window fell on his fingers, and was made hazy and dim by the trembling air, casting a stream of light.
The conversation never stops.
"Did you see it clearly this time?"
Pi Yanzi was a little confused. He glanced at the thieves opposite him who had suddenly stopped moving. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a loud and clear voice.
"I didn't see it clearly, but I 'felt' it!!"
Pi Yanzi looked towards the door in astonishment, his pupils constricted.
The center of last night's banquet, the eldest daughter of the Boreas family, was standing outside the door. She was seen with her arms folded across her chest, basking in the sunlight outside the warehouse, and had not stepped into the filthy lake of blood flowing inside the warehouse.
"The mark of a high-level swordsman is the ability to release fighting spirit and wrap it around the blade. You can do it now. You have also seen the sword power of the Sword God Style. Next, it is time to make a choice."
Alan walked towards Black Snake's position while talking to Alice behind him. The latter's expression had been changing repeatedly between horror, trust, disbelief, distrust, and fear since Alan stepped into the room.
There was even a hint of confusion.
Alan took a step forward.
He took a step back.
The gentle voice still floated in the air, spoken quickly but clearly.
"The differences between the various schools are reflected in the characteristics of the use of fighting spirit, which does not mean that you have to stick to one path after making a choice. Therefore, many masters often have achievements in multiple schools because they are skilled and excellent enough in the use of their fighting spirit to support themselves in choosing the school skills that suit their fighting style. For example, Gileno will use the Four-legged Form of the Northern God School, which is the natural sensitivity of the orcs. Now, you haven't learned any mysteries and school skills yet, so I will tell you the direction of fighting spirit use so that you can have a choice."
"Sword God Style - mainly focuses on body stability and explosive power, and concentrates the fighting spirit on the speed and power of the swing, so as to swing the sword faster and stronger."
"Water God Style - mainly focuses on the body's reaction ability, attaching the fighting spirit to the surface of the body like liquid, so as to achieve many defensive and counterattack uses."
"Northern God Style Qiba School - Evenly distribute to stability, explosive power, and reaction ability, seek a comprehensive balance of capabilities to achieve the goal of continuous combat and flexible response."
"But you can't chew too much. What you need to do now is to choose a 'starting' direction, dig deep in this direction first, and then consider other things."
As soon as the words fell, Alice answered immediately!
"I choose your kind, brother!"
Alan smiled, his face somewhat helpless. Alice's meaning was very clear. The direction in which Alan was using his fighting spirit was very reasonable. It also conformed to Alice's personal aesthetic and was suitable for her talent.
"Okay. That is - the Sword God Style that sacrifices some power to achieve the ultimate slashing speed."
"Yeah!" Alice nodded heavily.
At this moment, with a bang, the table in the outer hall of the warehouse was knocked left and right, and Black Snake staggered in front of the table for a moment. While the two were talking, Black Snake had been forced into a desperate situation with no way to retreat.
He glanced behind him in panic and then turned around.
Alan was already close.
He came closer and squinted at the black snake.
"What I just said was not to guide you, do you understand?"
In the eyes of the black snake, Allen's expression was full of "bewitching" power. When did it start? Ever since the vulture's body was thrown in, the moment he saw Allen appear, his mind fluctuated violently. When the other party's first words sounded, he fell into this strange state.
All kinds of emotions were stirred up by Allen's words, floating in his mind like white mist, making him feel as if...
It's hazy like a dream.
In the mist, the 'seduction' continues.
"I'm talking about the advanced techniques for senior swordsmen to control the release of their fighting spirit. Your steps are unsteady, your breathing is uneven, your heartbeat is at the mercy of your emotions, and your control over your body is extremely poor."
"I can see clearly that you are only an intermediate swordsman. It seems that the Water God Style that I am best at is still the Water God Style. If this is placed in the Water God Style main dojo."
"You have to call me Chief."
"With your current level, you are only better at information analysis, not combat. The bald guy on the ground looks like a Beishenliu swordsman with a solid foundation. A combination of one literary and one martial?"
"Very reasonable but"
Alan smiled and gently leaned close to Black Snake's face, as if whispering to two acquaintances.
"He's dead."
"What about you?"
With a click, sweat dripped from Black Snake's forehead and cheeks to the ground. Black Snake's hair was already wet with sweat before he knew it. He opened his mouth and didn't know what he wanted to say. He turned to look at Alan.
But he saw that the other person was already looking at him.
Their eyes met, less than five centimeters apart.
Very oppressive.
Black Snake was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Alan's words piercing his mind.
Give suggestions.
Very straightforward.
With the magic of 'persuasion'.
"It's very simple."
As he spoke, Alan took a step back, turned sideways, and extended his hand in an inviting manner.
Wherever your palm is pointing.
The door of the warehouse.
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