Chapter 535: Chapter 343 Hand_1

With a divine weapon in hand, he swung a terrifying sword, its blade carrying a mighty divine power like a meteorite, threatening to shatter everything in its path. Yet, Bart Cloud seemed unfazed, stepping forward and retaliating with a strike of his own.

The next moment, Ernest Nango stepped back several paces, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. Was his opponent indeed stronger than him? The only ones stronger than him were those at the half-step to the Holy See, yet he had always been a favored child blessed with abundant cultivation resources since he was young.

Ernest Nango regained his composure, thinking that that last move was just a fluke. Therefore, he amassed his strongest divine skill and launched another attack, his arrow blinding like a shooting star, indeed putting some pressure on Bart Cloud on the side.

The two clashed once more. Bart Cloud stepped back, but Ernest Nango was sent flying and crashed into a wall in a disheveled state. The entire inn shuddered from the impact, the cacophony rousing many from their sleep.

Realizing that the situation was adverse, Ernest Nango made a desperate attempt to escape but Logan, who’d anticipated his intentions, barricaded the only window. Now caught in the unfavorable situation of being attacked from both sides, he was in utter disarray.

Looking at Logan, Ernest Nango threatened menacingly, “Get out of my way immediately, or don’t blame me for being rude. Don’t think just because you have a helper stronger than me that you can act recklessly. You can’t possibly grasp the power behind me. Believe it or not, I can annihilate both of you.”

Logan simply shook his head. He was not afraid of his opponent’s powerful backing, even if it was from a Sanctuary Powerhouse. After all, he had dealt with such foes many times and sucking threats were far from enough to intimidate him.

“Given your attire and demeanor, you certainly hail from a prominent power. But why insist on such deceitful and murderous acts? Furthermore, you provoked us. This score will need to be settled, and your life will stay here.”

Logan smirked playfully, his eyes studying Ernest Nango with keen interest. He had sensed something was wrong from the moment his opponent intervened on their behalf during the day. This was their first encounter, and while Ernest Nango appeared modest, there was a coldness hidden in his gaze. Such a person was definitely not easy to deal with.

Ernest Nango didn’t offer any explanation, his panic intensifying. The whole inn was now awake, and people were flocking towards their room. And given the commotion, the nearby guards had likely noticed and were probably bringing a large crowd to investigate.

Time was of the essence. Ernest Nango suddenly lowered his head and said, “I admit I was wrong. Let me go and I can give you a reward. How about two hundred thousand spirit stones? It was all a misunderstanding before. I didn’t know the two of you were so powerful.”

Upon hearing about the two hundred thousand spirit stones, a hint of surprise flashed across Logan’s eyes. Not because he was tempted by the spirit stones, but by curiosity about why his opponent would suddenly offer such a large sum of money. Even a major power wouldn’t be this generous. After all, even for a top-tier sect like Celica Shingo, two hundred thousand spirit stones are still substantial resources.

If Ernest Nango constantly resorts to deceit and murder, it would take him several years to accumulate two hundred thousand spirit stones. Not everyone is as wealthy as Logan. An average king cultivator might only carry a few thousand spirit stones, let alone the transcendent warriors who might struggle to have even a few thousand spirit stones.

Of course, Ernest Nango might simply be bluffing and refuse to acknowledge the promise once he escapes from the predicament. But what could he possibly be afraid of, to lie about offering such a hefty sum of spirit stones? As the lights in the streets came on, Logan began to suspect something.

Clearly, Ernest Nango feared public awareness and was forced to humble himself. Offering two hundred thousand spirit stones under duress was of course preferable. But if a scion from a powerful family such as Nango was discovered fighting with him, what could anyone possibly do? Which scion from any major family wasn’t acting rashly and recklessly?

Logan shook his head and said playfully, “I don’t care about the spirit stones. Rather, I’m more interested in finding out what you are afraid of. So, you’d better stay put in this room and wait for everyone to come and find out for themselves.”

“You’re courting death,” Ernest Nango clenched his fists upon hearing this. However, considering Bart Cloud’s strength, all the rage dissipated. He realized he was not a match and if another fight broke out, he would be at a serious disadvantage.

At this moment, there came a knocking at the door. The entire inn had been drawn over, everybody curious about what had occurred. When no one answered after a few knocks, an inn staffer gave the door a hard kick, forcing it open.

The inn staffer naturally recognized Ernest Nango, he asked in astonishment, “Young Master Nango, what are you doing in this inn? And what happened here? Nobody is allowed to fight or bully others in the city these days.”

The dozens of people following him curiously watched, having initially come with anger. They had all been peacefully sleeping only for the sounds of the fight to rouse them.

Everyone was here to reprimand the instigators, but upon seeing Ernest Nango, everyone quickly retracted their anger. After all, Ernest Nango was a person nobody could afford to offend; the Nango family was notorious for its dominance within the city.

Although his sudden presence in the middle of the night was unusual, under ordinary circumstances no one would question Young Master Nango’s presence anywhere in the city. But recent events had led to heightened tensions between the two lords, resulting in a strict order forbidding all fights. Ernest Nango had now gotten himself into trouble.