Urban Most Awesome Dad

Chapter 625: Chapter 625: Various Parties Gather_1 Chapter 625: Chapter 625: Various Parties Gather_1 At three in the afternoon, a piece of calm High Seas was reflecting the cloudless azure sky above.

The sun hung high in the sky, turning the glimmering sea surface into waves that looked like golden wheat.

Such clear weather enticed numerous private yachts to roam the waters.

However, among the passengers on the yachts, not a single one was ordinary; all were renowned ancient warriors, with even the presence of existences from the Dongxu Realm.

They had gathered here purely because of an astonishing piece of news: the recently rising star Xu Fan had agreed to a duel in this sea area with Zhu Yangyuan.

And Zhu Yangyuan was none other than a Banished Immortal from the Great Wilderness Immortal Realm.

As soon as the news got out, it spread like wildfire, swiftly reaching every corner of Yan Country’s Ancient Martial World and even the Cultivation World abroad heard of this development.

However, due to the short notice, only a few had received the news, limited to the top echelons of the Cultivation World.

Their strength was at least that of Martial Kings, and most were stationed or living near Yanjing, backed either by ancient martial sects or martial arts families.

The Flame Dragon Organization had also moved upon hearing the news, dispatching over a dozen strong individuals at least at the level of Martial Kings, including four Chief Stewards stationed at the Yanjing headquarters along with protectors and ministers at the level of Kings.

Qin Qinglong was among them, his feelings quite complicated.

In addition, some Heavenly Venerables, with their terrifying speed, traversed tens of thousands of miles to arrive ahead of time, dusty from their hurried journey.

Thus, this battle had drawn in many strong figures from all over the globe.

“This Xu Fan, why hasn’t he arrived yet?

He couldn’t be planning to arrive just on time, could he?”

On a luxurious silver-white yacht, three stories high, a handsome young man holding a stemmed wine glass, leaned on the railing, surveying the peaceful and sunny scenery around him, and muttered to himself.

The young man was Caucasian, with blue eyes and blond hair, and wore a well-tailored bespoke tailcoat, but his complexion was as pale as a corpse, with lips red as fire, not fitting most people’s aesthetic.

Next to the handsome young man stood a towering giant of a man, resembling an iron tower, naturally radiating an invisible oppressiveness with his height of around two meters and sixty-seven centimeters.

The giant’s skin was as rugged and hard as greenstone; on his wrists, he wore specially made thick silver bracers with steel barbs, and his palms were covered with calluses.

The iron tower of a man glanced at the handsome youth and said with a booming voice like a great bell, “Charimon, even the Banished Immortal is waiting patiently, what’s your rush?”

Charimon’s gaze then drifted to the center of the sea area, a few thousand meters away, where a decaying old stump floated with an old man sitting quietly on it, serenely fishing without a hint of impatience.

Around the old man, various types of cruises and yachts served as spectator seats or private boxes, except the audience inside them were all powerful cultivators with formidable reputations.

Like the handsome young man, they too were waiting for the start of this earth-shattering battle.

The most striking among the ships was a slender dragon boat.

A young man with a face as sharply chiseled as if by axe and chisel sat in the middle of the boat, occasionally opening his eyes to look in the direction of the continent.

When the appointed time neared its final minute, he couldn’t help but mumble, “What is this guy playing at, still not showing up?”

Standing behind him, an old man with the visage of eternal youth and silver hair stood with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, his eyes slowly opened and gazed into the distance, saying in a deep voice, “He’s here.”

The young man couldn’t help but jump to his feet, looking in the direction the old man was facing, but he saw no one.

However, he trusted the old man deeply.

If the old man said he had arrived, then Xu Fan must have.

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It’s just that due to the great distance, the target was still below the sea’s horizon.

And within barely five seconds, the other onlookers also turned their gazes in the same direction.

“Someone is coming.”

“It must be him, I didn’t expect he’d actually have the guts.

Could it be true that great skills embolden one’s daring?”

“Although I really don’t think highly of him, to challenge a Banished Immortal, that must be something extraordinary.”

“Heh, I see it more like a staged show-off.

Xu Fan certainly must have bribed the Banished Immortal, wanting the latter to go easy and let his fame spread far and wide…”

“…”

For a time, all sorts of comments were made.

Under the watchful eyes full of anticipation, Xu Fan’s figure finally appeared.

In the distance, a black storm swept over, with a series of rapid sonic booms, like machine-gun fire, causing a chain of terrifying waves and explosions of seawater along its path.

Within the center of that storm, a vague figure could be faintly seen, looking extremely minute amidst the massive tempest.

This person was, of course, Xu Fan.

“So this is the Xu Fan who has been all the rage recently, eh?

Not bad-looking, but a bit of a crackpot.”

Charimon took a small sip of wine, then, with an interested look towards the muscular man like a tower, said with a slightly provocative tone, “Tian Xiong, how about we make a bet?”

“Oh, what do you want to bet on?” Tian Xiong asked in a deep voice.

“Hmm…

let’s bet on how many rounds this foolhardy guy can last.” Charimon squinted his eyes and a chilling, strange smile creeped over his lips.

“Although I don’t understand what you’re up to, I, Tian Xiong, don’t mind a wager,” Tian Xiong snorted lightly, his eyes shimmering with brilliance.

“You’re always so pleasantly straightforward.” Charimon chuckled, his attention once again drawn to Xu Fan, who was rapidly approaching.

On another luxurious but smaller yacht, two young ladies stood, one dressed in green Luo skirt gently tugged at the sleeve of the girl in a snow-white dress and said with a smile in her eyes, “This Young Master Xu is indeed quite handsome, and his strength is unquestionable.

Sister, I believe that in this world, the man worthy of you is probably none other than him.”

The girl in the snow-white dress had a face of exquisite beauty that could overturn cities and kingdoms.

The only imperfection was the aura of ice-cold aloofness that surrounded her, warding off approach.

“You little thing, what nonsense are you talking about?

Our cultivation is the Supreme Heartless Art which severs all earthly desires and emotions.”

Though her voice was very cold, it was also exceptionally crisp.