"Trash? Who are you calling trash?" Beiting Yao had had enough today. Only now did he know what kind of life his younger brother had been living all these years.
No matter how much her family bullied her, even outsiders looked down on her.
"Of course I'm talking about the ninth young master. If he's not trash, why is he hiding behind others?" The young man carried a heavy sword on his back. As he was very strong, he had some prestige among the mercenaries in Luobei City.
Beiting Huang pulled Beiting Yao behind her and squinted at the sword behind the young man. "What level are you?"
"Huang Bin, the ninth young master is a Seven Star Swordsman!" The receptionist had flirted with this young man called Huang Bin for a long time. She must have had some feelings for him and kindly reminded him.
"Seven-star Swordsman?" Huang Bin was a little surprised, but when he saw the girl he liked looking at Beiting Huang with stars in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel even angrier. This kid was good-looking and just a pretty boy. He drew his sword with a whoosh and pointed the tip of the sword at Beiting Huang. "You're just a Seven-star Swordsman. As a Two-star Sword Master, I'll let you use one move."
One move? This was simply humiliating her!
Beiting Huang could tell that Huang Bin was like a male dog in heat. He probably wanted to sleep with the receptionist and wanted to use her to make his presence known.
In that case, let her fulfill his wish!
Sword Masters were also divided into two grades. Sword Masters, swordmasters, and master sword masters were all base grades. Each grade was divided into nine stars. Huang Bin was a two-star swordmaster, which meant that he was a second-grade professional. She wanted to see how powerful the second-grade professionals on this mainland were.
"I don't have a sword, and I don't need you to give way to me. Let's begin!" Beiting Huang lifted her black robe and tied it around her waist, revealing her warrior uniform. Her awe-inspiring aura made everyone's eyes fall on her.
Ninth Young Master. Ninth Young Master was only a seven-star swordsman, but he had the courage to challenge a two-star swordmaster. She was a grade away from him, and a grade was a powerful dividing line. She could not reject such an unfair challenge.
Courageous people had always been respected by hot-blooded people.
Mercenaries lived and died by the sword. They were the most bold and unrestrained. When they saw that Beiting Huang was not sloppy, cold, and arrogant, her image was imprinted in everyone's hearts even before the fight began. Even if she lost, it was not shameful.
On the contrary, if Beiting Huang did not have the guts to accept the challenge, she would be looked down upon.
Soon, a large space was cleared in the hall. Beiting Yao was very worried. She wanted to help Beiting Huang, but it was obvious that it was impossible.
Beiting Huang stood sideways and stared at Huang Bin with her cold starry eyes. She was only a seven-star swordsman, but Huang Bin, a two-star swordmaster, felt a chill in his bones.
Huang Bin held the hilt of his heavy sword and let out a low roar as he slashed at Beiting Huang. There were no fancy moves, only the most straightforward sword moves. However, with a thunderous pressure, this kind of move was the most effective.
Beiting Huang's strength was one level lower than his. He could use his sword aura to intimidate and injure the enemy with one move. He could also establish his prestige in front of everyone, especially the receptionist.