Chapter 1922: 793, Greetings Mr. Han_3

Chapter 1922: 793, Greetings Mr. Han_3
Translator: 549690339
This hammer, Han Muye had to take back.
However, he would refine a suitable treasure for Qian Zhan in exchange.
“Don’t worry, we can win,” Han Muye extended his hand to pat Qian Zhan’s shoulder, speaking lightly.
Qian Zhan grinned.
The five core elders did not dare to speak so confidently, only Master Han’s spirit remained undiminished.
“Master Han, this time Master Lu Zhenyao has agreed to help us,” Elder Yuzhen, with a joyful expression, approached and spoke hurriedly after seeing Han Muye.
Lu Zhenyao was one of the few powerhouses under the top twelve blacksmiths.
In Heaven’s Secret City, Lu Zhenyao was also a well-known figure, his weapon refinement methods far surpassing those of Elder Yuzhen and the others.
In their view, with him assisting, along with Master Mingtong, the Armament Alliance was already in an invincible position.
Except for the match against Xun Chu Yun, which they could not win.
Losing one match and giving the Xun Family a sliver of face was acceptable.
Seeing the joy on Elder Yuzhen’s face, Han Muye remained silent.
Sometimes, knowing less you could worry less.
As time passed, when The Morning Sun first rose, the blacksmiths of the Armament Alliance set out in full gear.
According to messages from Great Venerable Muyue, Master Mingtong would go straight to the Dueling Ground.
And Master Lu Zhenyao, who had promised to take action, had also arrived.
Including Han Muye, the six core elders, and thousands of blacksmiths from the Armament Alliance, formed a formidable array.
Even in the divine realm, in Heaven’s Secret City, the Armament Alliance was not short of people.
They were short of experts.
“They’re here!”
“The Armament Alliance really wants to turn the world upside down this time.”
“Heh, let’s see how the Xun Family teaches them a lesson.”
The watching blacksmiths of Heaven’s Secret City, upon seeing the blacksmiths from the Armament Alliance, burst into a buzz of discussions.
In their eyes, the Armament Alliance had no qualifications to challenge the Xun Family.
In Heaven’s Secret City, blacksmiths from the Armament Alliance should behave modestly.
As for themselves, even though they were also certified in artifact refinement levels by the Armament Alliance, they did not consider themselves members of the Armament Alliance.
Han Muye and the others maintained solemn expressions, undistracted by external factors, and quickly proceeded forward.
As cultivators of their level, they had long been able to remain unaffected by the external world.
The square in front of the Dueling Ground was already packed with people.
Even the skies around were dotted with figures hovering in mid-air.
Below the high platform ahead, Xun Chu Yun of the Xun Family stood.
Not far away, Great Venerable Muyue was accompanying a female cultivator in a green robe.
“You must be Han Muye?”
The female cultivator looked at Han Muye, her expression carrying a trace of solemnity.
“Winning this time won’t be easy for you guys.”
“Did you see that? Standing beside Xun Chu Yun is Master Zhu Yuan,” she said.
Her words made Elder Yuzhen and the others’ expressions change.
“At this point, saying more is useless.”
The female cultivator waved her hand, glanced at Han Muye, then turned her gaze to Lu Zhenyao standing aside.
“Lu Zhenyao and I will take care of the last two matches, you go for the first one,” she said.
“If we truly lose, it can only be due to a large gap in strength.”
Han Muye looked at the others, nodded, then with a swift movement, he flew down onto the Dueling Ground before him.
“Armament Alliance’s Han Muye, I wish for instruction,” he declared.
His gaze fell upon Xun Chu Yun and the figures standing beside him.
“Master Zhu Yuan, you know the importance of this battle, and are aware of the extraordinary strength of the other help I’ve sought,” Xun Chu Yun called out.
“You take the first match,” he declared.
One of Heaven’s Secret City’s top twelve, Master Zhu Yuan, would take the first match.
Who else had the Xun Family invited to be present?
Inside and outside the entire Dueling Ground, silence fell.
Master Zhu Yuan looked at Han Muye on the stage, his expression shifting.
“Mr., Han,” he said.
After tidying up his clothes, he slowly bowed.
“Liantian Sect’s Mystic Yue Peak indirect disciple Zhu Yuan, greets Mr. Han,” he uttered.