Chapter 1641: Chapter 1727: The Narcissistic Pheasant Bro
"Sir, this matter must not be taken lightly. The opponents are not ordinary people; they possess very strong battle experience in this desert and understand its rules thoroughly. Su Xuan is also not to be underestimated. This time, I got outsmarted because I was careless!"
Di Lingtian is also someone who cares about face. In his view, dignity matters, and Di Lingtian even feels that it was his overconfidence that allowed Su Xuan to exploit a loophole; otherwise, how could he have lost to Su Xuan, a Transformation Realm expert?
"Su Xuan? Humph, Huaxia Martial Arts may be strong, but how strong could it be? Our Japanese martial arts are the world’s most powerful. They’re nothing but sick men of East Asia. Even a three-year-old child from our country can knock an adult Huaxia man to the ground!"
"..."
Di Lingtian rolled his eyes furiously, thinking to himself, "Try letting a three-year-old fight me. I’d hit him so hard he wouldn’t recognize his mother. Damn, I’ve seen shameless people, but never someone shameless to this degree."
Mr. Pheasant’s confidence made Di Lingtian want to kick him flying. He never thought the Japanese were still so conceited after all these years. If his side wasn’t so weak, he definitely wouldn’t collaborate with these folks.
"I just heard that you seem to have lost a person. I wonder if that person was strong?"
Di Lingtian suddenly asked, and at that moment, Pheasant was instantly speechless, thinking to himself, "Damn, how should I respond?"
"Cough cough... That person was our porter, and he was assassinated accidentally!"
"Damn, everything from Japan reeks of authenticity!"
Di Lingtian was truly speechless. This dead Duck was stubborn; clearly a Ninja, but in his story, he turned into such a worthless role. Honestly, Di Lingtian couldn’t even muster a response.
"In three days, a sandstorm will appear across the entire desert. According to precise calculations by our Japanese scientists..."
Just as this guy was going to brag again, Di Lingtian rolled his eyes and said.
"Is there even a need for precise calculations? Anyone staying in the desert for a while knows, including the tea lady. Hey, you, come over here. Do you know when the sandstorm will come this time?"
"Master, the servant has calculated it, this sandstorm will occur at eight o’clock in three days, and it will be unprecedented, capable of destroying all life force outside the desert. The wind speed is estimated to reach level twelve!"
This aunt was enthralled in her calculations, and as she finished, Pheasant felt awkward, thinking, "Damn, who knew this old-fashioned Huaxia aunt could predict such advanced weather so accurately?" It was completely unexpected to him.
"Cough cough... My thought is we need to take down the Dragon Gate Inn before the sandstorm arrives. Even though you’re deep underground, with this storm, it might just sweep everything out completely and bury it within the sand!"
Pheasant said seriously.
Di Lingtian nodded. Though he wasn’t particularly keen on Mr. Pheasant, he knew one thing: after the sandstorm, his lair would no longer exist. His lair wasn’t a tomb but an old site buried under sand, which was discovered and transformed into a temporary base by the Tomb Attacking Sect. Being underground, it required oxygen tanks; otherwise, they’d suffocate.
This site wasn’t very far from the surface, only about a meter and a half. That depth could withstand normal winds, but not a rare, once-in-a-century storm.
When this centennial storm swept through, the site would be completely unearthed and buried again, swept into the sand with the tide.
"How can we attack? I’ve told you, Su Xuan isn’t ordinary; this boy can fight!"
Di Lingtian didn’t want to admit it, but Su Xuan indeed could fight, something he could naturally sense.
"Can fight? Bah, sick man of East Asia, how much can he really fight? Rest assured, my brothers are tired from the journey today; we’ll rest tonight and tomorrow we’ll fetch Su Xuan’s head for you as a chamber pot!"
Looking at Di Lingtian, Mr. Pheasant saw himself as the Divine Strategy Army, wondering about the source of his confidence.
Regarding this confidence, Di Lingtian rolled his eyes again, thinking, "Damn, I’ve seen your supposed might here!"
Meanwhile, in the northwest, a group of curly-haired, blue-eyed people watched the grand building in the Great Desert through binoculars.
"Looks like we’re closing in on Dragon Gate Inn. Ha-ha, it’s said Dragon Gate Inn is full of treasures, brothers, we’re getting rich!"
After he said this, the others erupted in howling sounds.
"Master Joseph, I’ve heard Dragon Gate Inn hides tigers and dragons, should we get some help upon our first visit?"
One man said softly, causing Master Joseph to rub his forehead, feeling a bit annoyed — what a mess.
"No need. Do we really need to seek help?" Joseph said arrogantly. Perhaps only lunatics or those seeking death wander the desert, and Joseph belonged to the fearless and daring type. From his perspective, he could handle these people with his team’s impressive combat strength.
"Alright..."
The man felt somewhat helpless, hoping Joseph’s confidence wasn’t too much, after hearing the desert was one of the most dangerous places.
Meanwhile, the desert wolves seemed to sense the impending danger, swiftly moving to find shelter, logically targeting Dragon Gate Inn.
On the surface, Dragon Gate Inn appeared peaceful, but three forces were converging at Dragon Gate.
