Chapter 839 Another Chatterbox


    Naturally, he couldn’t reveal to Emrys that based on his recentment, any member of Three Sword


    Sects could discern that he was an outsider who had arrived here by means of a sword statutte.


    After all, Emrys had said, “I fehe mountaintop suits me better.”


    Anyone bold enough to make such a statement clearly didn’t understand Sword King Mountain. In fact,


    uttering such words would likely invite ridicule from everyone around them.


    The sword energy of Sword King Mountain that wafted around was rather unique. Starting from the


    latter two–thirds of the staircase, the higher one climbed, the stronger the sword energy became until it


    reached its peak at the veryst step of the staircase.


    However, upon reaching the mountain’s peak, there was no trace of any sword energy. Instead, there


    stood only a in white statue of the former Sword King.


    On the mountaintop, one couldn’t grasp the slightest hint of sword energy. Therefore, when Emrys


    dered that the peak was more suited to him, Peter gave him a peculiar look. He was convinced that


    Emrys didn’t understand the essence of Sword King Mountain.


    This was a very simple method of identification, yet Peter deliberately chose not to mention it. Instead,


    he imed that he discerned it from Emrys’s demeanor, making himself seem much more impressive.


    Emrys could clearly see through Peter’s pretense of profundity. However, he chose not to call him out


    on it. Instead, he followed along with the man’s line of thought and asked, “Is there really any difference


    between my demeanor and that of you Sword Sect disciples?”


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    “Of course, we’re different.”


    Peter shook his head and said, “We, the disciples of Three Sword Sects, due to our long- term sword


    practice, have already merged our own temperament with the sword aura, making us appear even


    more fierce and domineering. As for you…”


    He gave Emrys a pretentious once–over, clicking his tongue a few times before saying, “Just average,


    nothing remarkable. Compared to a big guy like me, we’re as different as night and day.”


    Upon hearing these words, Emrys was almost certain that this fool was spouting nonsense.


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    He shook his head, deciding not to continue the conversation with Peter.


    However, Peter continued to ramble on. “Tigger, heed my advice. The waters of Sword King Mountain


    run deep. There are many things beyond your control. We, as disciples of the Sword Sect, are


    fortunate. We cane here every day to gain insight, but it’s different for you. Your sword statutte can


    only be used once. That single opportunity is all


    had, so cherish it well! Tigger, are you even listening?”


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    Entrys was at a loss for words.


    I really shouldn’t have bothered with this annoying guy. Argh, he’s another chatterbox. Hmm? Another


    one!


    Emrys continued his ascent toward the mountain peak.


    As he followed along, Peter chattered non–stop. “Tigger, why won’t you take my advice? I mean well,


    you know… Hey, don’t walk so fast. I’m not even done putting on a show yet!”


    Upon seeing Emrys quicken his pace up the mountain, Peter’s true nature was suddenly revealed,


    bearing no resemnce to his previously cool demeanor.


    “Sigh, some people just don’t learn until they hit a brick wall. Well, today, Tigger, I’m going to follow you


    to the mountain top..


    see how you make a fool of yourselfter!”


    With a hint of resentment in his voice, Peter spoke, trailing behind Emrys as they ascended the


    mountain stairs step by step. His breathing grew increasinglybored, and beads of sweat covered his


    forehead.


    The intensity of the sword energy here had already subjected him to immense pressure.


    Upon ncing up at Emrys again, Peter’s small eyes suddenly narrowed intensely.


    Emrys moved as if he were walking on t ground, his strides swift and effortless. It was as if


    ascending Sword King Mountain was a task that posed no challenge to him.


    Only then did Peter react, realizing he had been too caught up in his chatter earlier. At this moment, he


    became aware that this masked young man named Tigger was indeed no ordinary individual.


    By the time Peter huffed and puffed his way to the top of the mountain, Emrys had already been


    standing there for quite some time. There was no trace of any sword energy here, only a solitary,


    unadorned white statue.


    “Ha–ha, Tigger, you’re dumbfounded, aren’t you? I warned you that the mountain top


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    wasn’t a good idea, but you insisted oning up here, not listening to me… Huff, let me catch my


    breath first.”


    With every ounce of strength he had left, Peter pushed himself to climb thest few steps of the


    mountain trail. His body was drenched in sweat, but after a grueling effort, he finally managed to reach


    the summit.