<strong>Chapter 1418: Chapter 1418: Facilitation</strong>


    “Strange, with such good weather, why would there be snow?”


    “So cold.”


    “Could it be a sign of injustice?”


    Above the entire Ghost Market, ayer of tempered ss loomed.


    The ss was incredibly sturdy, and moreover, it was cleaned daily.


    So clean that, without close inspection, one would fail to notice its presence overhead.


    However, while the ss could block the snow, it couldn’t block the chilling cold.


    Martial Artists, with their enhanced senses, quickly realized that something was amiss.


    “Ha, could it be that the heavens are bestowing snow to celebrate my bing the Manager of the Ghost Market?”


    Defying Fate held his sword in one hand, after a brief moment of surprise, his expression returned to calm.


    “Does anyone wish to challenge me?” He looked around, speaking with a hint of impatience, “Everyone’s time is precious,e forward if you wish to! If no one answers the call, then I would ask Manager Ridge to announce the results!”


    With that statement, he brought everyone back from their astonishment at the June snowfall.


    “I’ve heard that Defying Fate is the number one Swordsman in Swimming City, now I would like to see for myself if you truly live up to that reputation!” An elderly man with white beard was about to step forward when Manager Ridge stopped him.


    “Ah! Lord Ghost Seven has rules, the age ofpetitors on stage must not exceed forty years. Although Martial Artists age slowly, there still are ways to determine one’s true age. Everyone knows the consequences of deceiving Lord Ghost Seven,” said Manager Ridge, speaking slowly and deliberately.


    “Why?”


    The old man, discontented, loudly protested, “If you set up a contest, then don’t make such bullshit rules! If you can’t give me a satisfactory exnation, no one’s going topete today!”


    After speaking, he crossed his arms and red at Manager Ridge angrily.


    “This fellow is very strong, if it really came to a fight, Defying Fate might not be his match.”


    “But Defying Fate is young! At thirty-seven, he already bears the title of Swimming City’s number one Swordsman. While such praise might be somewhat embellished, it still proves his impressive skill.”


    “This is not going to end well. That old man is half a Great Grandmaster, and he’s not even a local from Swimming City. If word gets out, it won’t reflect well on our city’s reputation.”


    As the contest facedplications, the spectators beneath the stage began to murmur among themselves.


    Watching a spectacle unfold was never a concern when it got bigger, especially when it involved the affairs of the Ghost Market.


    “Lad, are you afraid topete with this old man?” The elder first nced at Defying Fate, then turned his gaze to Manager Ridge, “Or is it that your so-called contest is already rigged? Just putting on a show to fool the clueless?”


    “The purpose of the Ghost Marketpetition is to fill a vacated Manager position,” Manager Ridge said with a furrowed brow, and although he was displeased, he still exined patiently under the watchful eyes of all, “And the candidate for Manager must be young.”


    “Bullshit! There’s no end to a Martial Artist’s cultivation, are you looking down on us because…”


    Whoosh!


    Before he could finish his sentence, a blur shot past!


    Immediately after!


    The old man was sent flying backwards!


    When hended on the ground, he was already a corpse.


    “This…” The onlookers were dumbfounded, not understanding what had just happened.


    “In the Ghost Market, we never need to exin our actions.”


    Suddenly, a Limping Man appeared among the crowd.


    Dressed in a ck robe, the Limping Man walked unevenly into the square, back facing the crowd: “The rules, are set by my Ghost Market. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will meet this end!”


    “Lord Ghost Seven…”


    Upon seeing the Limping Man, the watching Martial Artists quickly shut their mouths, not daring to speak any further.


    “Defying Fate!”


    All of a sudden, a young man from below called out: “That woman, I’ll buy her for three thousand Swimming City Currency!”


    The young man pointed at Baylor Davenport, a sly smile on his face, “How about it?”


    “It’s Bryton Haw, the ultimate young master of the Three Commanders!”


    “It’smonly known that Defying Fate and Young Master Haw have a good private rtionship; it seems that’s true.”


    “Unexpectedly, Young Master Haw seems to be interested in The North Sea princess. I’ve heard she’s a widow.”


    Bryton Haw’s interest in Baylor Davenport once again sparked a barrage of discussion.


    “Young Master Haw, what are you saying! If you want her, Defying Fate will gift her to you! It’s just that…” Defying Fate nced at Baylor Davenport and snorted, “This woman is second-hand goods, a widow no less, it’s unlucky I must say!”


    “Pah!”


    Baylor Davenport, who had her eyes tightly closed until now, spat at Defying Fate. But the distance was too far, and she couldn’t reach him.


    She is a pure and untouched maiden!


    The North Sea princess, ndered as second-hand goods, couldn’t help the tears that began to fall.


    She wanted to die but couldn’t.


    Tied up by hands and feet, disyed like an item for selection.


    “If I don’t die, you’ll all be buried with me!” she yelled in despair with all her might.


    “Haha! Quite the fiery temper! The young master likes it!” Bryton Haw nodded in approval, looking very satisfied at Defying Fate: “These three thousand Swimming City Currency, consider them a celebration of your new position as the Manager of the Ghost Market! Remember, we are brothers forever!”


    The first three Commands are stationed within the city, their authority far surpassing the other six Commands.


    Bryton Haw, just like Ambrose Young, is known as one of the ‘Four Young Masters of Swimming City’.


    But he has no ambition and spends his days with his evil entourage causing trouble.


    With the intimidation of Lord Ghost Seven, those martial artists who were mentally dissatisfied could only sigh in secret.


    And under forty years old, although many are stronger than those who defy their fates, none are present.


    Sometimes, luck and strength are equally important.


    “Is there anyone?”


    Manager Ridge asked again.


    No one answered from below the stage.


    Seeing this scene, Ambrose Young became even more proud.


    “This weather, it’s a bit off!” Lord Ghost Seven stood at the edge of the square, hands behind his back, looking up.


    Snow in June is an impossible urrence in Swimming City.


    For half a month, the skies have been clear.


    Why, then, is it suddenly snowing?


    He narrowed his eyes, his hands continuously stretching out.


    Crack!


    When a faint, almost inaudible sound was heard.


    Lord Ghost Seven’s pupils shrank sharply!


    That tempered ss, not even a shell could shatter it!


    But now, it showed a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks?


    However, the others did not notice.


    “Ladies and gentlemen, is there not one among you who can fight?” Ambrose Young held his sword with one hand, pointing to the crowd below: “I beg for a defeat! I beg even more for death!”


    Madness!


    But yet, no one could step up for the challenge!


    Those who are young,ck the skill.


    Those who have the skill, do not meet the age requirement.


    The body of one nearly a Great Grandmaster is still not cold; who dares to oppose Lord Ghost Seven?


    However.


    Lord Ghost Seven’s attention was all on the sky above.


    The crack, it’s getting bigger!


    Clearly, there’s something wrong with this snow!


    “Disperse!”


    He shouted loudly!


    Boom!


    Immediately after!


    The tempered ss exploded into pieces!


    In the air, an opening about four meters in diameter appeared.


    Snowkes fell.


    The sudden incident caused some panic among everyone.


    But soon, they calmed down and focused on the center of the square.


    The snow was falling very slowly.


    So slowly, it was as if time had stopped.


    After Ambrose Young gathered his wits, he spread his palms, curiously letting the snowkes fall into his hand.


    Finally.


    A crystal clear snowke made contact with his body.


    And it was at this moment, Ambrose Young’s body began to freeze at a speed visible to the naked eye!


    In less than five seconds!


    The Swordsman who had just spoken boastfully turned into an ice sculpture!


    “The thing I despise most in life is the arrogance of the young.” A man drifted down from the blown-open hole in the tempered ss, gently opening his white paper fan, and fanning it lightly.


    “You seek death; I shall grant it to you.”


    Whish!


    A gentle breeze came.


    The ice sculpture turned into powder, dissipating into the air.


    As if it had never been there at all.