Gatekeeper of all realms

Chapter 692 Dissecting an Ox
The sunlight was blinding.

The vast blue sea blends with the sky in varying shades.

It's almost noon.

People crowded into the shade of the bar, enjoying drinks and chatting leisurely.

Some people gazed at the coastline for a long time.

More and more people are looking back.

sea.

White waves rise.

A man with a long sword at his waist rode the waves, surrounded by the sea.

He walked barefoot on the scorching white sand, step by step, slowly making his way to the outside of the bar.

silence.

"It's that madman!"

Someone burst out laughing.

The whole bar burst into laughter, filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Some beautiful and elegant ladies are not quite aware of the situation.

Their male companions whispered in their ears, quickly recounting the story of the madman.

"He's gone mad from practicing his swordsmanship..."

"...I was scared by a monster while completing a mission outside."

"They're determined to stay at this resort and not leave..."

"Wandering aimlessly every day, like a vagrant."

"..."

Amidst the hushed whispers and discussions.

The man walked towards the bar.

Several children running around bumped into him.

The cake the child was holding was instantly smeared all over his clothes with cream.

This added to the comedic effect.

Even the most ladylike lady covered her mouth and laughed.

In full view.

The man stopped, squatted down, took out a few coins from his pocket, handed them to the terrified child, said, "Go buy another cake," patted the child's head, stood up, and continued walking.

Soon.

He walked into the bar, stopped at the counter, took out a few coins from his pocket, and said:

"Same as always, draft beer."

The bartender placed a glass of beer on the table and joked:
"Don't get drunk."

The man drank the beer in one gulp.

He must be the only person who drinks standing up while wearing a weapon.

Other professionals had already taken their seats early, some with beautiful women by their side, others with groups of friends.

The man put down his cup and smiled:
"How can a little beer make you drunk?"

The wine seemed to invigorate him, brightening his eyes and putting him in a certain state of mind.

He turned and walked outside.

however.

The bar was so crowded.

A malicious professional suddenly stood up and bumped into him.

There were people and tables all around.

There was nowhere to hide.

The man ignored him and continued walking out of the bar.

Just as the professional was about to bump into him, he suddenly turned back, took a few steps back, and sat back down in his chair.

—It looks like they've changed their minds.

His companions were somewhat surprised.

"Why, do you regret it?"

"Didn't you bet that you could definitely knock him down?"

"Go on, run him over!"

Several companions whispered among themselves.

The professional took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and forced a smile:
"Forget it, why bother arguing with a homeless person."

—I never expected it to turn out like this.

The instant they collided—

An overwhelming force of suppression suddenly appeared, enveloping him like a tidal wave, forcing him to retreat step by step back to his original position.

The force even pressed him down, forcing him to sit back in his chair, before slowly disappearing.

Which expert secretly helped that madman?
—It absolutely couldn't be that madman.

After all, he had been wandering around the island every day for some time, and everyone had figured out his background.

He never dared to retaliate against any ridicule or mockery.

They don't even dare to argue back.

He wanders around aimlessly all day, not knowing what he's doing.

This kind of person——

The professional suddenly noticed that his companions' voices had stopped.

Look up.

The man stood still on the street outside.

A horse-drawn carriage sped towards him, slowed down gradually, and came to a stop opposite him.

"Who dares to block my way! Don't you know this is the carriage of the great swordsman Ouyang Nan?"

The coachman shouted sternly.

There was a dead silence.

Everyone was somewhat incredulous.

—Is this madman going to challenge the great swordsman Ouyang Nan?
Could he actually be a hidden master swordsman?
But then the man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned around and quickly walked to the side of the road.

He got out of the way.

"..." the coachman.

"..." Everyone.

The carriage moved slowly, then sped up and left the street.

The man sighed and sat down on the steps by the roadside, looking distressed.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Suddenly, a person stood on a big tree by the roadside.

"Even Ouyang Nan won't do?"

The man asked, his hands behind his back.

"It's far from good enough," the man said.

“These past few days, I’ve sent over all the professionals who can be considered experts, but you haven’t made a move,” said the person in the tree.

"Thank you, but they're all a bit lacking, which is why you let me take action," the man said.

"Why can I?" the person in the tree asked.

“I can suppress them with just my sword intent; I don’t even need to make a move. But my sword intent can’t suppress you,” the man said.

"So you want to kill me."

"No—I just want to have a friendly spar with you."

"What if I win?"

"Then I'll leave this world immediately without saying another word and go on a mission."

“Baxter, you need to know that you can’t just say things carelessly.”

"no sooner said than done."

"it is good!"

Finished speaking.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the street.

Flying sand and flying rocks.

Everything was blurry and indistinct.

A chilling light suddenly shot up from the ground to the sky, piercing through thousands of layers of clouds.

Clang!
The sandstorm subsided.

The man sheathed his knife and said leisurely:

"Send me another skilled fighter, someone even stronger than you."

The person in the tree remained silent.

He had a deep wound on his chest, but it was not fatal.

In the bar.

Everyone is silent.

The whole world is silent.

—That slash created a terrifying black rift in the void, hundreds of meters long, which lingered between heaven and earth for a long time.

What a terrifying slash!

But they didn't kill the person in the tree—

Without a doubt, he held back.

"Baxter, what kind of swordsmanship is this?" the person in the tree asked.

"Eternal, a sword technique of the eternal kind," Shen Ye said.

"Eternity? So it's a sword technique from our human race." The person in the tree nodded.

“Yes,” Shen Ye said.

The two looked at each other.

The person in the tree looked like they were struggling, and suddenly said:

"But I'm telling you, no one can defeat them—if they come, you're dead."

Shen Ye raised an eyebrow slightly.

The other person's words contained a certain deeper meaning, as if they were hinting at something to me—

They're coming.

This is so obvious!

It seems that not all humans submit to the monsters.

The monsters were just too strong—

Some people have to outwardly appear submissive.

Shen Ye smiled and said in a low voice:

"The universe is vast and righteous, and my sword will endure forever."

"I refuse to believe that we can't outsmart those monsters."

The words have not yet fallen.

Four strangers suddenly appeared on the street.

The moment they appeared, Shen Ye stepped into the void and disappeared.

The four reacted swiftly, each grabbing a weapon and striking towards the spot where Shen Ye had disappeared.

pity--

All weapons missed their mark.

He really is gone.

"Split up and search!"

The four dispersed, each choosing a direction, and sped away.

The person standing in the tree stood motionless, then suddenly burst into tears, shook their head, and vanished in a flash. (Inside the bar.)

Everyone was still immersed in the atmosphere of the battle they had just fought.

A low voice suddenly sounded:

"Bartender, a pitcher of beer, please."

It's Shen Ye!
He laid out a few coins on the bar.

—After escaping the siege, he actually returned to this bar!

The bartender quickly brought out the draft beer.

Shen Ye picked up his cup and silently took a sip.

"Good wine," he praised.

“Of course it’s good beer, this is the best beer on the whole street,” the bartender said.

"The wine is good, and the people are even better," Shen Ye said.

“Sir, I don’t understand what you mean,” the bartender said.

"Are you just going to watch all this happen? Is it all part of your plan?"

Shen Ye asked.

The bartender stared at him, puzzled.

“Stop pretending,” Shen Ye said. “In the entire world, including those four monsters just now, no one is your match. You should be the one in charge.”

The bartender thought for a moment and said, "You've been coming here to drink, but you've actually been observing me?"

“Yes,” Shen Ye said.

"No one has ever seen through my disguise before, so what method did you use?" the bartender asked.

"It's a trade secret, I can't tell you," Shen Ye said.

—As the "Endless Serpent Ring, One Who Harmonizes All Laws," he could tell at a glance that the other party's various elements surpassed those of everyone else in the entire world.

This is how they fundamentally realized the other party's pretense.

"So you came to drink before because you were curious about me?" the bartender asked.

His aura changed.

An aura of extreme chaos and evil emanated from him.

Those savvy professionals had already stood up and quietly left the bar.

The remaining people quickly followed suit and left.

Soon.

Only Shen Ye and the bartender remained in the entire bar.

"I'm sorry to have amused you—I've come here for drinks a few times, and each time I go back and silently think about how to kill you."

Shen Ye said with a smile.

The bartender, who was across the bar from him, spoke up:
"First of all, you are too weak; there is absolutely no possibility of you harming me."

"Secondly, if I summon them now, all four of them will come back immediately, and you will have nowhere to escape."

"So, what should we talk about?" Shen Ye asked.

"Let's talk about the future—what information have you actually obtained regarding the 'future'?" the bartender asked.

"I don't want to talk unless you take a knife from me," Shen Ye said.

The bartender's face displayed a striking look of disdain.

He said softly:

"You're just a human being, why can't you know your place?"

“Because you, being inhuman, are too afraid to even fight me,” Shen Ye said calmly, “you’re so scared that you’ll immediately call for help the moment I make a move.”

The bartender's expression froze.

Probably no one had ever spoken to it like that before in its long life.

The bartender thought for a moment, then slowly said:

"Poor fellow, your strength is clear and certain in my eyes, only at the lower level of S-rank."

"You have no idea how terrifying my strength is—"

"I don't need any help; I can subdue you with just one move."

"Come on, attack now!"

By the end, his murderous intent was almost uncontrollable.

Yes!

Instead of summoning the four monsters from before, the bartender decided to subdue the arrogant human in front of him himself!
—We don’t need that many people at all!

Shen Ye rested his chin on his hand, sat outside the bar, and smiled:
"You may not know this, but we humans are a very imaginative species."

"Make one move and see how I kill you," the bartender said with a smile.

“Here I come,” Shen Ye said.

"Come on," the bartender said.

"It's really here—"

All of a sudden.

Lines of tiny, luminous characters quietly appeared in the void:

"You have activated the 'Void Creation' skill of the future profession 'Fate Creator'."

"The target of this skill is yourself."

"Skill successfully executed."

"The being you designated, 'Shen Ye,' has developed intelligence and consciousness, and its 'qualities' have risen to SSS level. It will fight for you wholeheartedly."

"Congratulations."

"Your strength has risen to SSS level!"

All the small print is collected.

At this moment.

Young Shen Ye's strength has risen to SSS level!
If Shen Ye, an S-rank, is merely a lower-tier member of the S-rank—

After all, he only reached S-rank in all attributes.

No wonder the bartender looked down on him.

But in that instant—

The bartender was certainly unprepared.

Even from the bartender's perspective, it was impossible to predict that someone could climb directly from S-rank to the peak of SSS-rank!

Take advantage of this fleeting moment.

Shen Ye drew his sword.

It's not a chop, not a straight strike, but a circle.

Like the evening breeze at dusk, like the gossamer threads in a lover's eyes, it gently and softly swirled around the bartender's neck.

The flashes of the blade were dazzling, but fleeting, like the blooming of summer flowers.

Clang.

Shen Ye sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

The bartender was taken aback.

What a quick knife!

Moreover, in terms of techniques, he couldn't find any opportunity to block at all.

That is to say-

The opponent's strike had exhausted all possible evasion and defense.

That was a pretty good cut.

But it's a pity.

He reached the pinnacle of skill, but the power didn't keep up, making the whole swordsmanship seem like a poor imitation.

—I wasn't injured at all.

"What's the name of this strike? Eternal Life?"

The bartender asked.

“No—this cut is called ‘dissecting an ox’,” Shen Ye said without turning his head.

"You think I'm a cow?"

The bartender sneered.

Shen Ye didn't respond to him, but just kept his head down and walked outside.

The bartender frowned and said:

"Get back!"

"I've already taken one of your moves. Now you must tell me what the future holds!"

Shen Ye did not respond.

He simply walked quickly out of the bar and disappeared in an instant.

The bartender wanted to use a spell to capture him—

However, a sharp blade of energy suddenly erupted from his neck, piercing his skin and drawing a little blood.

That's it!

This is the Eternal Sword Technique; it can last forever!
So the other party left after making the cut.

Because this move will continue indefinitely until it is completely shattered by other forces!

A cold glint appeared on the bartender's lips.

—It's the same problem: the swordsmanship is technically very strong, but its power is too weak.

"Four Demons, come back."

The bartender slurped.

next moment.

The four monsters who had been separately pursuing Shen Ye appeared together.

They looked at the bartender, their faces showing strange expressions.

"He just went out, and you immediately chased after him—wait, what's with those expressions? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I asked the bartender."

The four monsters exchanged a glance.

"Sir, he has reached the U-level?"

"Or is it that his swordsmanship is truly astonishing?"

Two of the monsters asked in unison.

"How could he possibly reach U-level! Don't dream about it, that's not a level that humans can achieve," the bartender retorted.

“But you’re in this state—it’s simply unimaginable that a human being could do this.”

"A monster mustered its courage and said."

The bartender was stunned.

Am I like this?
What do you mean? What's wrong with me?

The bartender suddenly realized something, abruptly pulled his head up, rose into the air, and looked back.

He saw his headless corpse still standing behind the bar.

Just now.

His head was cut off and placed on the bar.

But I didn't know it!
"Swordsmanship... can it really reach this level?"

"The bartender muttered."

"Sir, let us help you heal," said one of the monsters.

"Okay, hurry up!"

The bartender's voice suddenly stopped.

Under the watchful eyes of the four monsters, thin lines appeared on the surface of the skull.

The fine lines gradually deepened.

Blood seeped out.

But the bartender knew nothing about it.

He didn't know he was dead, so he wanted to keep saying something.

(End of this chapter)