103: Chapter 103: You'll definitely lose the second round of the fistfight!

Yang Simu looked at Dong Bude, who had an expression that took everything for granted, and didn't know what to say to her.

"Young lady, aren't you being a bit too confident?" he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Seeing Yang Simu's expression, Dong Bude immediately glared at him. "Kid, what's with that look? Do you want to have a Sword Inquiry with me?!"

The woman sneered again and said, "I take it you're an outsider?"

"We have a tradition at the Great Wall of Sword Qi: any outsider from the Haoran World must face three consecutive Sword Inquiries!"

"I won't bully you; I'll go third. If you have the ability, win the first two matches first. Even if you lose the third one, it won't be too embarrassing!"

Before Yang Simu could respond, Dong Huafu, who was beside him, was already shaking his head like a rattle, signaling him absolutely not to agree to this.

Even Ning Yao and the others not far away couldn't help but frown slightly.

Because they knew Yang Simu's true Cultivator Realm was only the Furnace Casting Realm.

Even if Yang Simu and Dong Bude were in the same Realm, few Sword Cultivators on the wall of the Great Wall of Sword Qi would believe this outsider could win.

After all, in the ten-thousand-year history of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Haoran World Cultivators who could win three consecutive matches were extremely rare!

Even though someone had just said that on the battlefield, Yang Simu had suppressed the Natal Flying Sword of a Nascent Soul Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivator.

But that could have been because he used a Talisman or Magic Treasure similar to a Sword-Locking Talisman.

Based on Yang Simu's voice and appearance, this youth in green was definitely no older than twenty!

Among the younger generation, the Sword Cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi had always been extremely confident!

Especially since this generation of young Sword Cultivators at the Great Wall of Sword Qi had produced many Prodigy geniuses!

Even setting aside Ning Yao, whose sword practice defied common logic.

Within the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there were still Pang Yuanji, Qi Shou, and Gao Yehou—three young Sword Cultivators with extraordinary talent in the Dao of the sword.

Next were Die Zhang, Yan Zhuo, Dong Huafu, and Chen Sanqiu.

Further down were those like Dong Bude, who were more numerous but still Innate sword embryos and geniuses of the sword.

One shouldn't think Dong Bude's sword skills were mediocre just because she was at the bottom of that list.

In reality, every Sword Cultivator of the Great Wall of Sword Qi was almost guaranteed a victory when facing a Haoran World Sword Cultivator of the same Realm!

A native Sword Cultivator of the Great Wall of Sword Qi could even potentially win against a Sword Cultivator one major Realm higher than themselves!

Of course, many people from the Haoran World felt this was a deliberate act by the Great Wall Sword Cultivators just to flaunt their strength.

But in reality, that wasn't the case!

The reason the Great Wall of Sword Qi had such a rule was to let outsiders from the Haoran World know exactly where they stood.

It was to prevent them from needlessly delivering an easy military contribution to those Yao Race beasts of the Wilderness World!

However, to their frustration, Dong Bude, Yan Zhuo, and Die Zhang had already taken turns using their heart-voice to warn Yang Simu.

Yet, Yang Simu acted as if he hadn't heard them at all.

He looked directly at the round-faced woman in front of him and said calmly:

"Miss Dong, your initiative to seek a Sword Inquiry with me shows you think highly of me. I will certainly accept."

"However, over the next month, I might have three Fist-Questioning matches with Cao Ci."

"So, can our Sword Inquiry be scheduled for a month from now? How about it?"

Hearing this, Yan Zhuo, Die Zhang, and the others all looked anxious.

They couldn't help but look toward Ning Yao beside them.

At this moment, only Ning Yao's intervention could likely stop the Sword Inquiry between Yang Simu and Dong Bude.

However, Ning Yao only knit her sword-like brows slightly, showing no intention of speaking up to stop it.

In the Lizhu Blessed Land, Ning Yao had witnessed Yang Simu's combat and his way of doing things.

Even factions like the Mountain-Moving Ape of Zhengyang Mountain and Fu Nanhua of Old Dragon City had been led by the nose by this youth in green!

Thus, Ning Yao knew that Yang Simu would never do something he wasn't certain of!

The reason Ning Yao frowned slightly was because she didn't know where Yang Simu's confidence actually came from.

Could it be that he really had relied on his own strength just now to catch the sneak attack of a Nascent Soul Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivator's Natal Flying Sword?

Upon hearing Yang Simu accept her Sword Inquiry, the expression on Dong Bude's face finally softened a bit.

However, she still said coldly, "Then what about these three Natal Flying Swords?"

Yang Simu gave a bright smile and said, "Miss Dong, please don't be in a hurry. I need to address the Sword Cultivators on the wall first."

Dong Bude's willow-leaf brows twitched slightly, but she still took two steps back.

Dong Huafu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly followed her back.

Then, Yang Simu cleared his throat and said loudly:

"To all the Senior Sword Cultivators who have already traded for dragon-slaying stones here, you must have verified by now that my dragon-slaying stones are absolutely the real deal!"

"You might ask why I would make such a losing bargain?"

"I believe that for the Great Wall of Sword Qi, which has resisted the Yao Race of the Wilderness World for ten thousand years, every Sword Cultivator should possess a Natal Flying Sword that is sharp enough!"

"However, everyone is aware of the value of a dragon-slaying stone."

"Therefore, from now on, one dragon-slaying stone will require four Natal Flying Swords from Golden Core Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivators to exchange!"

"Of course, if it's a Nascent Soul Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivator, it will still be one Natal Flying Sword for one dragon-slaying stone."

Hearing this, several Sword Cultivators who had just risked their lives to obtain three Natal Flying Swords immediately wanted to curse.

However, let alone four Natal Flying Swords from Golden Core Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivators, even if it were ten, there would still be Sword Cultivators willing to make the trade!

Yang Simu's decision to raise the price was naturally the result of careful consideration.

He had previously somewhat underestimated the number of Golden Core and Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivators in the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

In less than an hour today, Wang Zhu had already traded for twenty dragon-slaying stones!

Even if Yang Simu had a Dragon-Slaying Platform the size of half a cliff, it would eventually be squandered away!

Furthermore, his Natal Flying Sword—Wuju—needed to "consume" more and more Natal Flying Swords to improve its quality.

In short, the higher Yang Simu's cultivation became in the future, the more he would need the Natal Flying Swords of Sword Cultivators.

Therefore, he couldn't simply play the role of a generous benefactor; he had to raise the price of the dragon-slaying stones step by step!

However, Dong Bude didn't care about any of that.

She instantly flew into a rage. "Yang Simu, did you do that on purpose?!"

"I only have three Natal Flying Swords in my hand right now. Why did you raise the price to four?"

Just a moment ago, her younger brother Dong Huafu had already explained the identity of the youth in green to her.

Yang Simu sighed helplessly and could only speak via heart-voice:

"Miss Dong, for you, it's a friendship price: one Natal Flying Sword from a Golden Core Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivator can be exchanged for one dragon-slaying stone!"

Dong Bude's eyes widened slightly, wondering if she had misheard.

At that moment, a handsome youth enveloped in Fist Intent walked in from the edge of the crowd.

Cao Ci said with some confusion, "Brother Yang, if I recall correctly, I only agreed to have one Fist-Questioning match with you in three days."

"It wasn't three matches within a month, was it?"

Yang Simu replied unhurriedly, "Because you will definitely lose the second Fist-Questioning!"