The situation grew increasingly chaotic as Bizes's men, chest out, charged at the camp gate guards.
How could these guards withstand the aura emanating from Bizes?
The guards at Gissde's camp gate dared not confront them head-on, all being pushed back into the tents by Bizes's men.
The central military officer's face turned pale. He covered his mouth and said with a苦苦 (kǔ kǔ) expression, "Lord Bizes, that's not what this subordinate meant! If I have offended you in any way, this subordinate apologizes."
From afar, Gissde heard the commotion at the front of the camp. He frowned and met the approaching orderly, "What's going on?"
"Great King, bad news! Bizes, the great general under Karul, has led a group of The Trickster Kings to cause trouble and demand people!"
Gissde raised an eyebrow, "Demand people? A mere petty officer beside Karul dares to demand people from me, Gissde? Let's go! Let's go see!"
"I thought it was someone else, but it turns out to be Lord Bizes. Welcome, welcome!"
Seeing that Bizes's side was about to draw their swords, Gissde laughed heartily from afar.
Gissde was, after all, a significant figure, and his imposing presence drew everyone's attention. Bizes also stopped his foot that was about to be kicked out and glanced at Gissde:
"Gissde, you finally decided to come out. I said, a cowardly turtle is not like your usual style."
As Bizes spoke, he somewhat dispelled the lingering effect of Gissde's hearty laugh. Those around him also recovered and looked at Gissde defensively.
Gissde's expression turned cold. He was also someone who had killed without blinking, and he couldn't tolerate veiled insults and barbed words. If it were Karul, he might have been wary, but others...
Gissde strode forward and said loudly, "I, Gissde, have always acted with integrity. Why would I hide like a cowardly turtle?"
Bizes snorted, "If that's the case, then stop the nonsense and hand over the person quickly. I, Bizes, will leave immediately. If you refuse..."
Bizes glanced at the thick gate pillar beside him, stepped forward, and with a crunch, kicked the large wooden pillar in two.
The crisp sound of the gate pillar breaking sent a tremor through the hearts of Gissde's soldiers. No one had expected Bizes's kick to have such power. If it were kicked at a person...
With a rumble, the lingering echo of the falling pillar made Gissde and his officers flinch back a step.
Gissde frowned. Bizes was being so presumptuous, daring to show him disrespect on his own territory?
However, the power of Bizes's single kick did startle him. But to think that a single kick could intimidate him was laughable.
Gissde looked at Bizes with a half-smile and said, "Bizes, you're causing trouble here. Does your master know? I advise you to go back and explain it clearly to your master first, lest you don't even know how you lost your head."
As Gissde spoke, a strong killing intent surged, stirring the chilling wind.
The fierce battle intent made the faces of Bizes's brothers beside him change slightly. They couldn't help but glance at each other, exchanging subtle looks: Did he really dare to kill their boss?
Bizes clearly sensed the change in the aura of his brothers around him and faced Gissde's biting killing intent with a grim expression.
"What do you think, does every matter require my elder brother? I can make decisions on small matters like this. Gissde, you want to kill me?"
Gissde's expression was proud and noncommittal.
Bizes snorted, "If you have the ability, let's spar."
As the words fell, the killing intent intensified, and a whirlwind raged between the two of them.
Gissde narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Bizes's sharp, hawk-like gaze. His eyes narrowed further, leaving only a slit. As his eyes narrowed, his killing intent grew even more intense: Bizes was humiliating him on his own territory. If he didn't kill him, how could he establish his authority?
The whirlwind between them grew fiercer, stinging the face. The area, filled with hundreds of people, was deathly silent. An invisible pressure weighed down on everyone, making it difficult to breathe. Only the sound of heavy breathing and swallowing saliva could be heard. All eyes were focused on Gissde.
Gissde slowly uttered a word from his mouth.
"Good!"
At the entrance of the great camp, crowds were packed tightly, layer upon layer.
The guards on the periphery stared intently at Gissde and Bizes, who stood in the center. Magic fluctuations stirred up gusts of wind, rustling the leaves on the trees, blowing sand and stones on the ground, curling up the hem of clothes, scattering strands of hair, but unable to disturb their knife-like gazes, nor disperse the boundless killing intent. The surge of Yuan energy made it difficult for those around to breathe. The strong oppressive feeling even prevented people from daring to breathe heavily.
The people in the center finally moved. The first to move was Bizes, his magic greatsword, wrapped in boundless killing intent, surging forward.
His magic greatsword was large and heavy. The dark black Profound Iron emitted a dark gleam under the light. The light shot towards Gissde's gaze.
But Gissde squinted, completely undisturbed by the beams of light, his sharp gaze locked onto Bizes. Fierce killing intent intertwined in mid-air, and suddenly, the killing intent dispersed, leaving only an afterimage so quickly that Bizes's magic greatsword, colliding with the afterimage, instantly shredded it into pieces.
Bizes's eyes flickered. Two white lights on his front left aggressively lunged. Bizes instinctively pulled his magic greatsword back, and two sharp blades struck the sword's body. They overlapped, emitting a crisp clang. Sharp eyes could only see two golden stars, not even seeing how the weapons met.
In this split-second exchange, the two had already roughly understood each other's weaknesses and strengths. Both were very fast, with Gissde clearly having the advantage in speed, but a clear disadvantage in strength.
Earlier, Gissde had deliberately gambled on this move, with a刁钻 (diāo zuān) angle, and because Bizes was unable to exert his full strength; while Bizes, in hastily drawing back his magic greatsword to block, had been rushed and could not exert his strength. In such a situation, Gissde could not press further, showing that the gap in their strength was not a small one. However, Gissde compensated for the lack of strength with speed, and thus, after fighting for so long, they were still evenly matched.
Gissde had a slight advantage in speed, but not enough to dominate Bizes. Bizes, though strong, could not keep up with Gissde's speed.
In such a situation, the two were competing in experience and mindset. Soon, Bizes began to fall into a disadvantage, not because Bizes was less skilled than Gissde, but because...
"Too slow! Too slow! You clumsy bear are just too slow!"
"How about here! How about here! You brute bear, can you only rely on this brute strength?"
Following this, there was a deafening roar, and the ground was smashed into a deep pit by Bizes's halberd.
"Stupid bear, can you be any slower?"
Bizes's heart was in turmoil, as if tangled into a mess by Gissde's taunts. Although he swung his magic greatsword with a whistling sound, it was already disorganized. His previously flawless defense showed cracks.
Gissde, seasoned by countless battles, keenly spotted Bizes's mistake. His two sharp blades fiercely pierced Bizes's arm.
With a cry of pain, Bizes yelped in agony, but still managed to sweep his magic greatsword back in desperation, only to have Gissde stomp on his chest, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.
As Bizes was struggling to get up, Gissde stomped on him, pinning him to the ground. A flash of blade light appeared before his eyes, followed by a dull thud from above.