Being kicked to the ground didn't humiliate the thief. He instinctively made the right reaction, pushing off with his palm almost the instant he hit the ground and then doing a backflip to avoid exposing his back to the powerful enemy.

He was overthinking it. Wu Yu had no intention of pressing his advantage; he simply watched the panicked thieves calmly.

"How is this possible?" the thief said in disbelief.

The thief looked at the dagger he always kept close at hand, now broken at the base. Besides the heartache, he was filled with terror.

The dagger in his hand was an enchanted weapon with the [Sharpness] enchantment. Normally, it could easily destroy other people's armor or weapons in battle, but this time it was his own equipment that broke.

Even if the opponent has better equipment, under normal circumstances, your dagger will at most get a nick. To break the dagger completely, you would need a legendary weapon with three enchantments.

Each of these weapons is worth a fortune, and apart from high-ranking officials or peerless experts, no one else could possibly possess a weapon of this caliber.

The opponent was clearly a strong person. The thief knew very well how fast he was. Even if he were facing Ma Nan, he would be 80% confident that he could seriously injure him with that sneak attack. However, the opponent not only dodged it, but also humiliated him with a counterattack that seemed to be toying with a child.

This person is definitely a Saint-level expert, whether it's seventh or eighth rank doesn't matter, in short, I have absolutely no chance of fighting against him.

"Want to come again?" Wu Yu asked with a light laugh, his seemingly unguarded demeanor revealing a detached confidence that came from complete control.

"I wouldn't dare." Thieves are inherently afraid of death, and since the other party was clearly going to let him go, how could he dare to act rashly? He immediately gave in.

Moreover, the thief was quite clever. Knowing that he was outnumbered and outmatched, after his failed ambush, he quickly moved closer to where Ma Nan and his group were, pretending to be with Ma Nan to avoid being ganged up on by Wu Yu's men. You see, he had offended quite a few people in that group.

Ma Nan didn't care about the thief's petty tricks. Although he had just been betrayed by Qi, he hadn't actually caused any harm to his side. After all, they were comrades who had lived together for decades, so Ma Nan tacitly approved her return.

"Is the dragon's treasure in the ring?" Ma Nan asked, his gaze fixed on Wu Yu's fingers.

“That’s right.” Wu Yu lied there with great composure.

"How do you plan to divide these treasures?" Ma Nan continued to ask, but this time he clearly showed more respect and apprehension.

"I want them all, do you have a problem with that?" Wu Yu asked provocatively, shoving his sword into the ground.

The sword was so heavy that Wu Yu's hand was starting to ache after holding it for so long.

But now he can finally relax completely. When Ma Nan tried to negotiate with him, it meant that he had lost the confidence to keep the treasure for himself. Once he had fear in his heart, he was no longer a threat to Wu Yu.

It's all thanks to that thief who gave him the chance to amaze everyone; otherwise, Wu Yu would have had to use a skill beyond his level to change the situation to what it is now.

“You’re too greedy.” Ma Nan shook his head, clearly disagreeing with Wu Yu’s statement.

"Heh, Asadron promised to give me all his treasures before he died. They belong to me, why should I share them with you?" Wu Yu said disdainfully.

"Besides, you weren't planning to share the treasure with me before, were you? What? Are you scared now that you've seen my strength?" Wu Yu continued to provoke him.

“You’re too arrogant. How could you possibly handle so many people here all by yourself?” Ma Nan frowned.

"Hahahaha." Wu Yu seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world and couldn't help but laugh wildly. "A bunch of rabble, do they even dare to threaten me?"

"Although I don't like killing, I will never show mercy to my enemies. Would you like to try my sword?" After feeling his arm recover, Wu Yu raised his sword again, the tip pointing directly at Ma Nan.

“Then let’s see who has the better skills,” Ma Nan replied in a deep voice. As he spoke, Ma Nan put down the village chief he was carrying on his back and handed him to the magician beside him. Then he drew his sword.

"Just a friendly reminder, if I strike you with this sword, you will definitely die," Wu Yu warned, still maintaining a friendly demeanor.

Wu Yu placed his sword on the ground, facing Ma Nan without any defense. This was the greatest contempt. Wu Yu was sending a signal: dealing with you is not something I need to take seriously.

Ma Nan cautiously stepped forward, and Wu Yu used his newly acquired ability at that moment.

First came a chilling killing intent. Everyone present felt their hearts clench violently, and their spines turned cold. Some even couldn't help but look back. The surrounding environment was still calm and peaceful, but they felt as if they were in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The thought of being killed arose spontaneously in everyone's mind.

Even Ma Nan, who had spent years licking blood from the edge of a knife, felt a chill run down his spine. Just how many people had he killed to accumulate such a heavy aura of killing intent on his body? What was even more terrifying was that he could hide it so well, when he was clearly just an easygoing young man before.

Moreover, Ma Nan, who had been stuck at the sixth level for a long time, could clearly recognize that this feeling was the power of law he had been longing for, a power that mortals could never resist.

Ma Nan took another step forward.

This time, when Wu Yu looked at him, another sword aura arose. At this moment, Wu Yu no longer felt like a human being. He himself was a chilling sword, and just looking at him made people's eyes sting.

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