811: C811 The Wolf Is Here

C811 The Wolf Is Here

Xie Wenxi's expression remained calm as he calmly asked, "Then who do you think will win between us?"

Yang Xuan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Did I not make myself clear just now?"

Swoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the Skylark's sword had already reached Ren Xiaofeng's throat.

The battle had ended.

The Skylark had won.

"This time, it's clear enough."

Yang Xuan smiled faintly at Xie Wenxi.

However, Xie Wenxi shook his head lightly, as if he did not care about Ren Xiaofeng winning or losing. Instead, he leaned forward slightly and looked at Yang Xuan word by word. "I mean, between you and me, who will win?"

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly laughed and said, "This question is even simpler. I can't curse myself to lose, right?"

"Haha, winning or losing doesn't depend on curses. It also relies on strength!"

After Xie Wenxi finished speaking, he suddenly slammed the cup onto the ground.

Huala - -

At the same time, the glass behind him was suddenly smashed. A grey figure rushed in through the window and steadily landed beside Xie Wenxi.

This person had unkempt hair and a dirty face. He wore a grey robe, and his body emitted a feminine and violent aura.

The most conspicuous thing was the empty sleeve on his left. When he stood there, it seemed as if the entire hall was filled with an oppressive aura of death.

"Brother Yang, I'm very sorry. This friend of mine is rather rash in his actions. Let me introduce..."

After this person appeared, Xie Wenxi's expression was incomparably relaxed.

Even Ren Xiaofeng, who had already been defeated, let out a soft sigh. As long as this person was around, Brother Xi would definitely be fine.

"Cang Lang."

Unexpectedly, before Xie Wenxi could finish his words, Yang Xuan immediately mentioned this person's name.

"Oh? You know him?"

Xie Wenxi appeared somewhat puzzled.

Yang Xuan shook his head with a smile and said, "It was just a guess, but I can confirm it now."

"It's also the first time I've seen it. It's just that I've read that novel about you in the past. There's a Cang Lang in it. It should be the number one expert in the first volume of your novel."

"Later on, it was plotted against by you, and you used flour to confuse your eyes. After one of your arms was cut off, there was no more news."

"Looks like the author of that novel helped you hide a lot of things. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid no one would have guessed that the old man had finally submitted to you."

After Xie Wenxi heard that, he laughed and said, "Cang Lang, I didn't expect you to be so famous. You were actually chosen as the number one expert in the first volume of that novel."

"However, this ranking is indisputable."

After saying that, Xie Wenxi looked at Yang Xuan and asked with a smile, "Brother Yang, since you have a rough understanding of the situation, you should answer me now. Between you and me, who is the final victor."

Yang Xuan still had a calm expression and said with a smile, "I will still say the same thing. I can't possibly curse myself to fail, right?"

"Hahahahaha, interesting, this is too interesting!"

Xie Wenxi clapped his hands and laughed, "Since Brother Yang insists, then I can only bet with you."

As he spoke, Xie Wenxi gently got up and slowly retreated to the side.

Cang Lang, on the other hand, silently took half a step forward.

An extremely oppressive aura instantly filled the air.

At the same time, Asiatic Apple also took a small step forward. Just as he was about to draw his sword, Yang Xuan suddenly raised his hand lightly. "You're not his match, retreat first."

The instant he saw Cang Lang, Yang Xuan was indeed a little surprised.

Because the strong evil aura emitted from Cang Lang's body could tell that this person had touched the threshold of a martial artist.

A martial artist was only a common existence in the Dark World, but he had never thought that there would be such an expert in the ordinary society.

The word martial artist was not that simple. It referred to a person's combat strength reaching a special level before they could be called a martial artist.

As for what level a martial artist needed to reach, this was not easy to describe.

In short, experts like Ren Xiaofeng had yet to touch the threshold of a Martial Artist.

Although Yunque Haitang was a rare Sword Spirit, if the two of them attacked at the same time, they would barely be able to reach the realm of a martial artist.

However, if it was a one versus one battle, they were still short of the Blue Wolf.

"How do you want to die?"

Cang Lang lowered his head. The long hair in front of his forehead covered his eyes. His voice was hoarse and ear-piercing, like the sound of newspaper rubbing against glass.

Yang Xuan was still sitting on the chair, looking at Cang Lang up and down with great interest. Finally, his gaze fell on an inconspicuous scar on his neck.

A few seconds later, Yang Xuan instantly understood. He smiled and said, "Have you been in the Dark World before?"

Cang Lang suddenly raised his head and stared at Yang Xuan without blinking. He said in a deep voice, "Who are you!"

This time, Yang Xuan was even more certain that the Ash Wolf came from the Dark World.

The Ash Wolf always had a huge secret. Where did he learn that martial art from?

All the experts Xie Wenxi knew, including Tang Yin, who claimed to be invincible in the world, could tell him their masters or origins.

Only Cang Lang's past was a huge mystery.

No one knew what he had experienced, and no one knew where he came from.

There were no records of Cang Lang on the various files in the country.

Cang Lang himself did not mention a single word about it.

Only he himself knew that he once came from that world that was filled with smoke and blood all day long.

No matter how much he grew up there, his abilities also came from there.

Later on, in a battle, he was knocked unconscious by a cannonball, mistakenly believed to have died in battle, abandoned by the enemy in the wilderness.

Perhaps it was because his life should not have ended, a storm that broke in miraculously woke him up.1

After waking up, Cang Lang originally wanted to return to the organization to report his death, but he suddenly thought about it. He was just a nobody in the dark world, living a life that could drop his head at any time.

He was already determined to be dead anyway, and this was a chance given to him by the heavens. Why not take this opportunity to return to the normal world outside?

Thus, after a mental struggle, Cang Lang's figure decisively disappeared on that rainy night.

Later on, a strange person appeared in the northeast of Dragon Summer Country. This strange person ate fresh flour every day and was silent. He never took the initiative to interact with others.

Until one day, someone accidentally discovered his ability and paid a large sum of money to get rid of a person called Xie Wenxi.

From then on, the name Cang Lang gradually surfaced.

Ever since Xie Wenxi designed and cut off one of his arms, he quietly surrendered to Xie Wenxi and became a secret trump card in Xie Wenxi's hands.

All these years, Xie Wenxi had been secretly raising him, seemingly wanting to give him whatever he wanted.

However, he had never revealed a single word about the past to Xie Wenxi.

The most important reason was that the organization he had once worked for had an extremely ruthless ban!

As long as anyone was still alive, they could never betray or leave the organization. Otherwise, even if they fled to the ends of the earth, they would still be endlessly hunted down!

Cang Lang could be all-powerful in an ordinary world, but in that world, he could only be considered a nobody!

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