Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1230 - 543: Pride and Arrogance (Part 2)

Manager Huang burst into a hearty laugh, overflowing with magnanimity.

Having escorted Fang Yu and his friend to the Silver Bank’s entrance, he headed back to manage his own affairs.

"Ding Hui, did you locate the spot for slave trading?"

Tailing Ding Hui, Fang Yu whispered.

"Not exactly, though I’ve got a clue."

Ding Hui’s offhand answer puzzled Fang Yu a bit.

Glancing toward where Ding Hui was going, Fang Yu noticed something off—wasn’t that the way to the inn?

"Shouldn’t we head to Fengtian Gate Market?"

Ding Hui halted and spun around to face him.

"Fengtian Gate Market... fine, since you insist, we’ll go check it out."

What’s he getting at?

Fang Yu sensed hidden meaning in Ding Hui’s remark, yet as Ding Hui shifted course and marched ahead, Fang Yu quickly caught up.

Right after Fang Yu and his friend departed, a swordsman stepped into Manager Huang’s bank.

The sword gleamed snow-white.

The woman was breathtakingly gorgeous.

Manager Huang rarely labeled anyone as "breathtaking," but this lady truly earned it.

Bang!

A silver note smeared with blood slammed onto the counter.

"Swap it for fresh silver."

Manager Huang snapped his jaw shut and murmured gently.

"One moment, please, esteemed customer."

Manager Huang recognized the hostility in such jianghu folk; a single misstep could spark violence.

He was just a merchant, no match for a martial arts expert.

The bloodied silver note carried a tale, but that tale wouldn’t involve him.

Passing it on by selling to the curious was how he stayed alive.

A pile of silver notes swiftly stacked up.

The woman scooped up all the silver, hoisted the bulging sack, shot Manager Huang a icy glare, and said frostily.

"I was never here today, got it?"

Then she tossed down a silver ingot and stormed off.

Chen Ya was pressed for time.

She needed to offload this haul of cash fast.

Her pursuers had likely already sneaked into Thunder City.

Make money, secure her safety, then locate her brother!

Chen Ya clutched her sword tightly; after that huge upheaval, she’d turned colder in the game, while her blade skills sharpened to a ruthless edge.

Each sword practice session boosted her proficiency at breakneck speed, outpacing even slaying weak demons or spending points to upgrade martial arts.

Thunder City’s reputation had reached Chen Ya’s ears—it was players’ Huangpu Military Academy, a town demanding top-tier role-playing chops.

Yet Chen Ya feared nothing.

Her avatar boasted a spotless backstory, full name and all, not local to Thunder City; investigators would dig up zilch, maybe just a baseless charge.

And her sword wouldn’t stay sheathed!

Thunder City players hid deep, sure, but business was business—no refusals.

Chen Ya trusted she’d track down those covert players and seal the deal.

Without this sudden windfall needing quick sale, she’d never risk Thunder City’s dangers to deal with players.

Eyeing every passerby on the street, Chen Ya braced for sudden strikes, quickening her steps silently as she ditched the crowded avenue.

…

Fengtian Gate Market.

"You Tie Laoyi?" Fang Yu queried skeptically.

Defying expectations, Tie Laoyi wasn’t bald or pockmarked; he appeared rather refined and scrawny, like a slum lurker poised to pilfer.

His grimy robe served as his sole garb, and his filth-caked face revealed large, dark eyes.

"That’s me. Who sent you?"

[Tie Laoyi: 1000/1000]

Grubby looks and odd vibe aside, his power was far from average.

Recall, Thousand Blood Power ranked high even in Foolish Underworld.

"Silver Bank’s Manager Huang sent us."

Ding Hui stated evenly.

Tie Laoyi cocked his head at Ding Hui, his stare unsettling, like sizing up wares.

Luckily, he soon shifted focus to Fang Yu.

"Manager Huang’s referral? Come with me."

Tie Laoyi pivoted and led the way forward.

Fang Yu eyed Ding Hui, who merely shrugged and trailed after.

Smooth sailing so far left Fang Yu incredulous.

First stop, and they’d already pinpointed slave trading turf. Now, smart intel-gathering would reveal elder brother Diao Ruonian’s location.

The street around them differed from lively districts; Fengtian Gate’s lane felt shabby and sludgy. Trailing Tie Laoyi, structures grew ramshackle, slum-like poverty closing in, a weird stench wafting from the road.

Suits the slave trade vibe I pictured, right?

Fang Yu mused inwardly.

Suddenly, Fang Yu’s eyelid flickered.

From his peripheral vision, a shadow had darted into a tight alley.

Swift motion, no ordinary folk.

Narrowing his eyes, Fang Yu kept pace behind Tie Laoyi. Deeper in the slums, alley stalkers grew bolder in their peeks.

When Tie Laoyi paused beneath a barren tree, five or six shadows loomed on squat, rundown rooftops encircling Fang Yu and companion, cackling oddly while peering down.

"Perfect spot for dumping corpses, eh?"

Tie Laoyi whirled, yanking two cleaver-like daggers from his robe with a metallic ring, his elongated tongue flicking his lips, mismatched eyes gleaming viciously as he growled lowly.

Compounded by the menacing figures on nearby crumbling roofs.

Still, they failed to intimidate Fang Yu and companion.

"Ah…"

Fang Yu sighed, advancing two paces to guard Ding Hui.

"You knew from the start, huh?" Fang Yu questioned.

Ding Hui winked mischievously.

"You chose to come."

"I figured… whatever, handle these guys first."

[Pei Jinghui: 1000/1000.]

[Jing Yingan: 1000/1000.]

[Qiu Yangjia: 1000/1000.]

[Dong Yue: 1000/1000.]

[Chong Huan: 1000/1000.]

Six foes total including Tie Laoyi, all at Thousand Blood Power, cookie-cutter types.

Underlying cause? Probably… bottlenecked.

Cultivation snag or human limit.

Cultivation hurdles were simpler—master superior arts, breakthrough follows.

Personal ceilings, though? Meant martial talent maxed out.

Harsh reality: sans players, world’s humans cap at potential; no further gains post-limit.

Only Believers or Demon Martial Artists’ aids shattered such barriers.

Fang Yu knew this concept well, but seldom faced it head-on.

Past foes were either limit-breakers or total weaklings nowhere near caps.

One foot forward, Fang Yu stretched out a palm, declaring coolly.

"I’m rushed, so attack together."

All together?

Tie Laoyi raged at the taunt, his crew flashing fury too.

’Flawed’ as they were, their martial peaks demanded harder toil than most!

Endless drills, flawless synergy among the six, empowering them to defy stronger foes!

Yet these plain-looking pair dismissed them utterly!

"Take ’em alive!"

Tie Laoyi’s haughty command answered Fang Yu’s bravado.

Foe acts cocky? He’d outdo it!

No kills—he aimed to seize them breathing!