Wu Gang had been relieved when Sen suggested that he could come along to the capital. It had let him put off a decision heād never thought heād ever be making. Plus, it was a chance to learn a bit more about a person who had radically altered his life, but that he didnāt really know at all. His interactions with the street rat, Sen, had mostly involved punching rather than talking. A fact that had left him with more than a little lingering guilt. In fact, most of what heād done at the behest of the mayorās family was a source of guilt for him. Then, there had been that fight with Lu Sen, in the days before the name Judgmentās Gale even existed. That fight had been terrifying and humiliating, by turns. The contemptuous ease with which he had slapped down all of those early-stage cultivators had been eye-opening.
Still, Wu Gang had believed his own strength would be enough. What a laughably naĆÆve thought that had been. Lu Sen had stopped that blow cold with nothing but brute strength. Then, heād punched Wu Gang as hard as heād ever been hit in his life up until that point. That was all it took. A single punch to end their ābattle.ā Then, for reasons that remained entirely opaque to Wu Gang, Sen had freed his family from debt and sent him out into the world with one, very clear command.
Donāt make me regret this
.
After that, Lu Sen had been like a ghost that was always over Wu Gangās shoulder, watching, evaluating, and always ready to pass judgment. Like everyone else, Wu Gang heard the wild, unbelievable tales of the man in blue robes who challenged sect elders, defied demonic cultivators, and worked miracles both benevolent and terrible. Lu Sen was no longer a man, no longer even a cultivator, but a story, a myth, a specter to conjure by and to fear. He was Judgmentās Gale, a figure who strode across the kingdom in blood and fire. As a man others told stories about himself, Wu Gang never knew which stories were true and which had been cut from whole cloth. Heād only ever seen Lu Sen on one other occasion. That meeting was hazy in Wu Gangās memory. All he really remembered about Sen in that memory was a man who seemed to have rage burning inside of him. The rest of his memory was consumed with the woman who had been with Sen. He still had dreams about that woman sometimes, which honestly worried Wu Gang at times.
Over these last few days, though, heād been searching for that story, that myth, that titan who offered destruction in one hand and salvation in the other. Instead, heād found a person who seemed burdened, although by what remained mysterious. Judgmentās Gale, it seemed, truly was just a story. Or so Wu Gang had thought up until a few minutes ago. The often-amused man who traded glib comments with Shen Mingxia, the man who took pleasure in cooking meals, had disappeared. In his place stood a man who could calmly talk about butchering everyone in his way, not for the purpose of survival, which Wu Gang could have readily understood, but for the purpose of
sending a message
. The reserved kindness Wu Gang had seen in the other man was simply gone. All that remained in its place was an unwavering, ruthless resolve. Yet, true to his word, he had given the insanely powerful cultivator that was waiting for them one chance to leave. Well, it had been an order, but it was still a chance. A chance the other cultivator had blithely thrown back in Judgmentās Galeās face. That was when a myth had turned his ruthless, resolved eyes and full attention onto Wu Gang.
āNow, do you understand?ā heād asked.
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That look and the question had felt like a blow. Judgmentās Gale had
expected
this turn of events. Heād known that his offer would be met with scorn. And he had prepared a response. Wu Gang didnāt understand everything that happened in the next few seconds. What he did understand was the stories heād heard about the kind of strength Lu Sen wielded paled in comparison to the truth. Within a heartbeat, he felt some kind of bizarre, wholly alien power lash out from Judgmentās Gale and bear down on Tseun Rong. The man had felt impossibly powerful to Wu Gang, so heād expected Tseun Rong to simply ignore it or shake it off. Instead, he was driven to a knee, like the hand of a giant had pressed down on him. Within a heartbeat of that, Wu Gang felt the tiniest brush of killing intent sweep past him. It didnāt touch him, but it didnāt need to. Simply being in proximity to it felt like being battered in a windstorm.
A heartbeat after that, he felt Lu Senās qi rouse itself. Wu Gang had fought relatively few cultivators. In a strange way, his reputation had shielded him from the worst that the Jianghu had to offer. Even cultivators from sects with particularly bad reputations seemed deeply reluctant to fight with a man known solely for helping people. More than once, heād been met with an aggressive sect cultivator, only for that cultivatorās companions to interfere. He had, however, been witness to more than one battle between rival cultivators. Heād felt the strength of foundation formation cultivators and core cultivators in the heat of a fight. He knew the kind of pressure that created and what rolled off Lu Sen in that moment was something on another level. It was the difference between standing next to a stove and standing in the heart of a forge. The strength of it, to say nothing of the speed with which it was summoned, staggered Wu Gang, and it made him afraid. That fear was only amplified when Judgmentās Gale sent that qi chasing his killing intent out into the forest because that was when the screaming started.
Wu Gangās spiritual sense wasnāt especially keen, but even he couldnāt miss those bright stars of life that had floated in his mindās eye blinking out one after the next. He couldnāt figure out what to react to first, the raw power on display, the unbelievable control, or the speed with which death seemed to come when Lu Sen merely stretched out his hand. Wu Gang looked at Lu Sen and shivered. The only sign, the only indication at all that this was costing the man anything was a slight tightness around the eyes. Those cold, cold eyes that never moved away from Tseun Rong.
āIāve done what I could,ā said Sen. āItās going to get ugly now.ā
Wu Gang felt the disbelief on his own face at the apologetic tone in Lu Senās voice. It was as if the man somehow felt that dispatching at least a couple of dozen would-be attackers in the span of a breath or two was somehow
inadequate
. He didnāt have time to pursue that thought much further because Tseun Rong finally reacted. With a roar of effort or rage, he shot to his feet. Lu Sen flinched as that bizarre, alien technique heād been using against the other man was apparently broken. Tseun Rong shook his head and drew a heavy dao. Judgmentās Gale wiped a trickle of blood from beneath his nose with one hand and drew his jian with the other. Wu Gangās blood ran cold as the familiar, reflective metal of the blade suddenly turned a color that was darker than the deepest black he had ever seen. The black lightning crackling around that blade left eerie, disquieting, purple afterimages in Wu Gangās vision. The worst of it, though, was the feeling of absolute, imminent doom that radiated off that transformed blade. Lu Sen glanced at everyone, offered a smile as cold as winterās heart, and then vanished in a burst of qi that fueled a seemingly impossible qinggong technique.
You were looking for a myth
, thought Wu Gang.
You found him
.