Chapter 2111: I'm a Bandit, and I've Been Robbed!

This young man did not speak, nor did he approach Yi Cunhui. Instead, he bent down and picked up the longsword that had just been knocked from Teacher Moyun's hand, holding it in his palm.

His movements were not fast, appearing very natural, as if he hadn't noticed being surrounded by the many bandits—calm and composed.

"Kid, you've got some nerve!" Clearly not expecting this twenty-something lower-grade deity to be so calm before him, Yi Cunhui narrowed his eyes.

Could he be brain-damaged...

I took down the strongest teacher in two moves, and instead of being afraid, he comes to pick up the sword... Does he think the sword is more important than his life?

Not only was he stunned, but the captured Teacher Moyun was also bewildered.

His sword, though of no low grade—a mid-grade divine artifact—was still refined by him. At a time like this, instead of trying to escape, why pick up the thing?

"Shh... Don't speak!"

Picking up the longsword, Zhang Xuan placed a finger to his lips and looked over calmly: "Listen with your heart..."

"Listen?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Listen to your sister!" A bandit, furious, stepped forward and swung a thick palm directly at him.

Hum!

Before it reached him, the longsword in the young man's hand suddenly let out a sharp ring, a sound filled with delight.

Refinement!

This mid-grade divine artifact had been refined in less than two breaths in his hands.

Ssshh!

Accompanying the sword's cry, a sword beam shot straight out from the tip. The bandit felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the palm he had swung was already on the ground.

"Ah..." A miserable scream, the bandit trembled uncontrollably, nearly fainting from the pain.

He had intended to slap this poser unconscious, but never dreamed the other would refine the sword so quickly, and that the sword would land at the weakest point of his move, waiting for his palm to collide...

With one stroke, it severed it completely.

"You..."

Yi Cunhui hadn't expected this sudden turn of events either. Enraged, he swung his crescent-moon blade down at the young man before him.

Whoosh!

The blade wind carried crushing force, cutting through the air.

Expecting the other to raise his sword to block like Teacher Moyun, he instead saw him lightly dodge and arrive beside his own steed.

Flicking the longsword, he transferred it to his other hand, raised his right hand, and stroked the horse's forehead.

He was too close to the horse; afraid of injuring his mount, Yi Cunhui couldn't bring his crescent-moon blade down.

"Wang Ying!"

Patting the horse's cheek, Zhang Xuan instructed.

Hearing the order, Wang Ying darted out, rushed to the other bandits' horses, and, like him, stroked them one by one.

"???"

Seeing that this guy, instead of daring to confront him, was messing with the horses, Yi Cunhui was about to go crazy.

The other bandits were also dumbfounded.

Boss, you're surrounded by us now, your head could roll at any moment—have some awareness of being a captive... Not only do you fight back, but you also mess with our horses... How bold can you be!

"Die!"

Before their shock subsided, Yi Cunhui's crescent-moon blade came down again.

No matter what the other was up to, kill him first.

"Neigh..."

Before the blade fell, his steed suddenly let out a long neigh and jumped up.

With that jump, the descending crescent-moon blade could no longer come down. Zhang Xuan reached out, easily caught it, and ran his left hand over it.

Hum!

The blade let out a soft ring...

"You..."

Yi Cunhui nearly went mad.

This crescent-moon blade had accompanied him for no less than twenty years, always obedient—how, in the blink of an eye, had it also submitted to the other?

So completely and decisively!

And this steed beneath him—why had it suddenly jumped, preventing his move?

Shocked, but his hands didn't stop. He raised the crescent-moon blade again, intending to strike the other regardless of who it now served, only to find the blade in his palm impossibly heavy, unable to lift it.

Hurriedly looking down, he saw the young man gazing over calmly: "This thing is mine. Let go!"

As he spoke, the longsword in his left hand slid along the blade.

Yi Cunhui quickly let go, and then saw the young man take the crescent-moon blade in his palm, flick it lightly, and swing it down at him.

He shrank back, about to dodge, but the horse beneath him stepped forward.

"..." Yi Cunhui was about to go mad.

This horse... is too damn disloyal!

Thus, the dodging move just now was completely useless, equivalent to willingly sending his head onto the opponent's blade.

Guessing that the horse might have been tamed by the enemy, staying on it would be even more dangerous. Unable to bear it any longer, he suddenly curled up and rolled off the horse's back.

Dodging the attack of the crescent moon blade, he gasped for air. Just as One Inch Ash was about to rise and crush the man before him with his own strength, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

A horseshoe print immediately appeared on his face.

Well, no need to think—this horse, like the crescent moon blade, must have betrayed him too.

"Kill them all..."

Never in his dreams could he have imagined that this guy, in the span of a few breaths, had not only refined Ink Cloud Teacher's longsword and his own crescent moon blade but also tamed the horse. He, a dignified peak mid-grade deity, had suffered a great loss. One Inch Ash was so furious he screamed wildly.

Only then did the bandits react, darting out simultaneously and charging toward the students and Zhao Ya and the others surrounded in the center.

Before they could get close, a chorus of horse neighs made them hurriedly turn their heads, and then they were scared out of their wits.

They saw that the steed touched by that girl had also gone mad, charging over with its front hooves raised, kicking fiercely at them.

Nearly half of the dozen or so bandits, caught off guard, were hit square in the back, falling flat on the ground and spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

"What the hell is going on..."

One Inch Ash was about to go crazy.

They had ridden horses to rob, aiming to come and go like the wind, undetectable. How... had all these horses betrayed them?

Zzzt!

Just as he was at a loss, a flash of sword light burst forth, like a fishing net, binding him in an instant. Then a cold longsword rested against his neck.

"Everyone stop!"

Feeling the chill from the sword tip, which could pierce his throat at any moment, One Inch Ash dared not say another word.

As expected of bandits, battle-hardened. Though the horse ambush had injured only a small half, more than half still charged into the crowd and knocked Shen Cheng and others to the ground in a few moves.

Hearing the shout, they all stopped, their faces full of humiliation.

As dignified bandits, they had come to rob a group of students, expecting an easy catch. Never in their dreams had they imagined that the leader's weapon would be refined by the opponent, then the horses...

In other people's fights, it's move after move, divine power roaring... But this guy, instead of refining weapons or taming horses... How did he do it?

"That's more like it..." Zhang Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

With his current strength, it wouldn't be difficult to defeat or kill the opponent by fully unleashing the Thousand Knots Sword Technique he had comprehended.

But the divine realm's spiritual energy was thin, and recovery was too slow. After dealing with this one, if another group came, he might truly have no strength left.

Better to take the clever approach.

First, he refined Ink Cloud's longsword, then tamed the other's steed... finally, when his opponent's mental defenses crumbled, he captured him in one fell swoop.

In fact, his move was the same as Teacher Ink Cloud's—capture the chieftain to capture all. As long as he caught this one, the rest would be easy.

"Tell them to hand over all their weapons!"

With the longsword resting on the other's neck, Zhang Xuan said calmly.

"Hurry up..." Full of humiliation, One Inch Ash dared not argue and could only bark at the crowd.

"Yes..." The dozen or so bandits placed all their weapons on the ground.

"Zhao Ya, each of you take one and try to refine it!" Zhang Xuan said.

"Yes!" Zhao Ya and the others came forward and took all the weapons.

They had just arrived in the God Realm, and their previous Pseudo-God Realm weapons were no longer useful. These bandits all used low-grade divine artifacts; if they refined them, their strength would surely increase.

"Tell them to hand over all their treasures, divine coins, and the like!" Zhang Xuan continued, pressing the longsword forward until it drew blood on One Inch Ash's neck.

Clenching his teeth, One Inch Ash was furious, but he still looked at the crowd and said, "Didn't you hear?"

I'm the damn bandit!

This is what I should be doing...

"Yes..." The crowd exchanged glances, then came forward, emptied their pockets, and handed over all the divine coins they carried.

From his earlier conversation with Teacher Ink Cloud, Zhang Xuan knew that the nine major powers of the God Realm all used divine coins as trade currency.

This currency was similar to the gold coins of the Master Teacher Continent, except it contained the aura of the God Realm's origin and was nearly impossible to counterfeit.

Seeing that the dozen or so bandits had handed over a full two hundred or more divine coins, Zhang Xuan nodded in satisfaction. With a light wipe, he took the storage ring from the other's hand.

Such items were also scarce in the God Realm; even Teacher Ink Cloud didn't have one.

This fellow in front of him had probably robbed many wealthy merchants and spent no small price to obtain it, but now, it all fell into Zhang Xuan's hands.

After quickly refining it and collecting all the divine coins from the ground, Zhang Xuan instructed Shen Cheng and the others to cooperate with Zhao Ya in tying up all the bandits.

Once that was done, he had the others pair up on horses, brought Teacher Ink Cloud along, and galloped swiftly toward the city.

"These bandits have committed many evils. Capturing them... could earn a reward..." Seeing them about to leave directly, Teacher Ink Cloud hurriedly said.

These bandits had been wanted by the city lord for a long time; capturing them would surely bring a hefty bounty.

"No need, someone will handle it later..." Zhang Xuan smiled slightly, controlling his horse to speed ahead.

With the city lord's daughter here, he didn't believe there were no experts following to protect her, only a mid-grade divine teacher.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Xuan and the others left, two dark figures appeared before One Inch Ash and his men.

Recognizing the two, One Inch Ash first felt despair, then burst into loud shouts.

"Are you from the city lord's manor? I want to report: we are bandits, but we've been robbed... The city lord's manor must bring these villains to justice and restore justice to my Yeming City..."