However, Yang Hao wasn’t stupid. The pharmacy was doing extremely well, bringing in tens of thousands daily. As long as he expanded operations, it wouldn’t be long before he struck it rich. Why would he give up for just a bit of money and let someone else swallow him up?
“I want fifty million,” Yang Hao bluntly demanded. “Give me fifty million, and I’ll hand over the store to you.”
“Fifty million…” Li Bo chuckled coldly. He naturally understood that Yang Hao was completely rejecting the idea. Fifty million could buy not just one store, but even an entire row nearby.
“If you don’t want to buy it, forget it,” Yang Hao said, turning around to close the shop. However, as he turned, his peripheral vision caught Li Bo swiftly stepping aside, while those few muscular bodyguards, looking like professional enforcers, rushed toward Yang Hao.
A sudden realization struck Yang Hao’s mind. He understood that today, Li Bo’s high-profile visit wasn’t truly about acquiring his store—it was merely an excuse to cause trouble and destroy his business. Otherwise, why would he bring so many bodyguards?
Moreover, these bodyguards were definitely not ordinary men. Judging from their movements and agility, they had clearly undergone basic martial arts training. Especially after they surrounded Yang Hao, strange small knives began floating around them.
These knives were no longer than a palm, with crescent-shaped blades, seemingly made of alloy and gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Each of the eight bodyguards manipulated two knives using object-control techniques, and in an instant, at least sixteen deadly little knives were whirling around Yang Hao.
“I heard you once killed a black magic beast,” Li Bo probably had thoroughly investigated Yang Hao. “My bodyguards here have some reputation. Rumor has it that under their cloud of blades, not even black magic beasts, let alone swordsmen from the Swordsmanship Corps, could escape.”
As Li Bo spoke, his expression was extremely confident, as if he had already seen Yang Hao fall dead beneath the blades.
Yang Hao indeed felt uneasy about the flying knives circling him. These blades were numerous and extremely nimble, darting about more agilely than rats under the control of eight people, ready at any moment to pierce a small hole into Yang Hao’s body.
Actually, Li Bo had held something back just now. These eight bodyguards were far from just having “some reputation.” In the Galactic Empire, there was a specific method for evaluating martial artists and swordsmen, ranking them from level one to dozens of levels, each with unique combat techniques.
For example, Yang Hao’s classmates had just started learning, mastering only intermediate-level basic techniques, possessing merely level-one combat power. As for Yang Hao, when the eight were together, they formed a formation, said to have inherited an ancient cultivation array capable of countering various sword techniques. Even a top-tier swordsman would likely find it hard to escape from these eight. Today, Li Bo had brought them here with the intent of killing Yang Hao in one decisive strike, leaving no room for escape.
The sixteen small knives spun faster and faster, making Yang Hao’s face turn pale. He knew he could no longer avoid this fight. While speaking earlier, he had secretly taken several strength-enhancing pills.
Now the pills’ effects were kicking in, filling Yang Hao’s entire body with surging energy.
Although the eight bodyguards were confident, they found it strange. Just moments ago, this young man had seemed utterly helpless, but in the blink of an eye, his whole body radiated powerful energy, as if he were a top-tier expert.
However, judging from Yang Hao’s demeanor, he didn’t seem like a seasoned martial arts master hiding his strength. Therefore, the eight seasoned fighters didn’t take it too seriously. The leader suddenly roared a command, and the sixteen crescent blades shot toward Yang Hao like sixteen venomous snakes.
Yet Yang Hao closed his eyes, arms spread wide, as if sensing the changes in his body’s power.
Just as those blades were about to hit, Yang Hao suddenly opened his eyes. He roared toward the sky, and several beams of light erupted from inside the shop. These beams traveled ten times faster than the blades, arriving just in time.
Instantly, colorful rays flashed around Yang Hao, like fireworks exploding. In just a few seconds, countless sparks blazed around him.
The sparks vanished quickly.
But the eight men were greatly shocked. They had been slightly careless, believing that a single strike would be enough to kill Yang Hao. Who would have thought that his object-control technique was so powerful? In an instant, he had summoned five swords. Although these swords were small, they gleamed brightly, clearly divine weapons enhanced with energy.
Three of the swords hovered above and beside Yang Hao, while the other two were gripped in his hands. Though his sword techniques were unrefined, his speed was incredibly fast. He managed to deflect all sixteen blades.
The eight men quickly focused to regain control of their scattered flying knives. They were renowned for their superior object-control techniques. Ordinary people, no matter how well they mastered object-control, could never control two flying knives simultaneously with perfect precision. Yet they never expected that this young student could control five swords at once. Although his sword techniques were unpolished, the swords themselves possessed immense power, allowing him to hold his ground evenly against their flying knives.
If this were merely a match or duel, the eight against one couldn’t immediately subdue Yang Hao, and already appeared to be losing. But today, Li Bo had come with the intent to kill. He gave the eight a meaningful glance, signaling them to stop holding back and finish it quickly.
The eight naturally understood their boss’s intentions. They exerted their object-control techniques to the fullest, and the sixteen crescent blades danced like butterflies, sometimes circling, sometimes plunging like lightning.
Although they couldn’t penetrate Yang Hao’s defense immediately, they persisted, waiting for any opportunity to exploit a gap.
This exhausting style of fighting made Yang Hao inwardly groan. In truth, Yang Hao knew that relying solely on his own strength, he would have died in the first strike. The fact that he could now hold his ground was entirely due to the effects of the strength-enhancing pills. However, although these pills were powerful, their effects were not long-lasting. Now, controlling five swords was extremely draining. He feared that he couldn’t last more than a few minutes before the pills’ enhanced power faded, leaving him pierced by sixteen flying blades like a hedgehog.
“What should I do, Master?” Yang Hao silently cried out in distress, turning to Hun Yuan Zi for help.
Hun Yuan Zi, however, remained completely unfazed, yawning as he scolded, “Stupid apprentice, how many times have I told you? You’re now the chief disciple of the Spring Medicine Sect of cultivation. You must use our sect’s ultimate techniques. Why do you still cling to those trivial skills you learned at school?”
“Didn’t I already take the pills?” Yang Hao felt the effects of the strength-enhancing pills gradually fading, and the pressure in his hands growing heavier. The so-called Five Sword Style he had created after killing the black magic beast was merely a defensive formation formed through object-control. Once the pills’ power faded, he would no longer be able to control the five swords.
“Decadence! Decadence!” Hun Yuan Zi offered no help, only cold remarks. “Do you really think taking pills is our sect’s ultimate technique? Listen—taking pills is merely an auxiliary method. The Dual Cultivation of Pills and Cauldron is the most powerful cultivation method under heaven, filled with countless ultimate techniques. Any single one of them could conquer the world.”
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