"Fr-… Uh?"
"…"
Towards Long Hua's expression—that seems to be looking at a fool, Bai Wen looks back at the former with confusion; but before the latter could get a chance to ask the former, why they are reacting in such a manner—
*Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!* consecutively, roars of thunderous volume go off, as the MAUs fire their cannons!
(Is this guy just an idiot?)
Having positioned himself in a good spot, all the shots had landed on Bai Wen, and thinking them to have died from the cannon fire, Long Hua shakes his head.
However, just as Long Hua takes a step forward—
"…?"
"…"
Blowing the settling clouds of dust aside with a wave of his hand—that conjures up a gentle blast of wind, Bai Wen reveals himself to be completely unscathed, despite having received all the cannon fire with his back.
"Friend, why don't we step to the side, and have a chat? Those swords you're holding, I seem to recall seeing them from somewhere else, and in the hands of different people."
Towards these words, Long Hua's frown deepens.
If this person has seen Bai Zhe and Kun in the past, then he can only be a Ling Yuan family clansman.
"Your nonsense can wait."
Bolting pass Bai Wen, Long Hua pushes his way through the remaining RS800s, and just as he is about to arrive at the hotel's front entrance—
"How long must I wait then? At least give me an estimation."
Seemingly unable to read the mood, Bai Wen appears to Long Hua's left—almost as if he had teleported there.
"…"
Ignoring Bai Wen, Long Hua glares at the Moon Guards in front of him—while directing both swords to his right.
Transferring the sword Qi that acts as his armor onto his weapons—Long Hua's striking range surpasses ten meters.
"…"
*…!* following the winds' eerie howl, Long Hua rotates his body in place—while swinging his swords to the left, with the intent to draw out a full circle.
(This must be the same sword Qi that killed that clansman of mine.)
Towards the approach of Long Hua's blades, Bai Wen constricts his one eye, as he leaps into the air, and just barely avoids this slash by the smallest possible margin.
Compared to Bai Wen, the Moon Guards are not as fortunate, as their blood scatters into the air in the next instance.
"…"
Looking down, a Moon Guard widens his eyes—to see that he is distancing himself from his own lower body.
"…!"
Perhaps, the most horrifying aspect of this surreal experience is the painlessness of it all, and even if these Moon Guards wished to scream—there was simply no time for them to do so; for the moment their upper bodies and limbs land, they are abruptly awakened from their state of trance, and simultaneously, they draw their final breath.
(He shouldn't even be in the Foundation Establishment realm, and yet…)
Landing onto the blood-smeared ground, Bai Wen throws a glance at this scenery of gore—before directing a look of great interest towards Long Hua.
(Tch… This weirdo has good reflexes.)
Lowering his arms, Long Hua inwardly clicks his tongue, as a sense of fatigue washes over him.
Had he not held himself up by using Kun as a support, he would have surely fallen onto his knees.
(Not much, but should still help.)
Seeing the spirit Qi that emanates from the fallen Moon Guards, Long Hua draws in a deep breath of air, and upon absorbing this bit of spirit Qi into his body, his fatigue is alleviated by a minor amount.
Following this—
*Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!* the upper bodies of the five MAUs land heavily onto the ground.
"…"
Surrounded by incomplete corpses and large masses of scrap metal, Long Hua straightens his stance, as he directs a cold glare at Nian Tao Tao—who is standing within the hotel with no more than five Moon Guards left to defend her.
(…Even with this many enemies, he still managed to come out on top?)
Having witnessed most of her forces fall right in front of her eyes, beads of sweat form on Nian Tao Tao's forehead.
"That-"
"Well then, friend, what say you and I have a chat about those swords?"
Before Long Hua can ask Nian Tao Tao about the magic array she had used, Bai Wen forces the former to redirect his attention.
Glancing at Bai Wen, Long Hua answers—
"No time."
Towards this reply, which is said with a tone that couldn't be colder, a light chuckle comes from Bai Wen, as he suggests—
"Then make the time."
"…"
An amicable smile appears on Long Hua's face in response to Bai Wen's suggestion, as he replies with—
"No time, means no time, friend."
Taking a step back to place some distance between them, Long Hua swings both swords at Bai Wen.
"…"
With a composed smile on his face—
*Klang!* Bai Wen draws out a sword of his own from his storage pouch, and defends himself using it.
"Since you're able to lash your swords out at me, doesn't this mean that you've got plenty of time to spare, friend?"
The sword held in Bai Wen's right hand is completely white from pommel to blade tip, and measures at three feet in length—with a lotus flower shaped handguard.
"This is a fine sword."
Compared to Bai Zhe and Kun, Bai Wen's sword is well above them in grade. This should be a Core Formation realm magic treasure or greater.
"Qiū Shuǐ has caught your eyes, has it? However, I'm afraid this sword is too precious for me to give away."
"Then, I'll just cut your arms off, and take it."