Awakening The Weakest Talent: Only I Level Up - Chapter 1109

Chapter 1109: Chapter 1019 Wait A Moment

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In the tranquil backyard of the villa, Zhao Qingya squatted beside Lu Yu, her voice etched with concern. “Lu Yu, the situation is critical. We can’t afford to be complacent. ”

Lu Yu, sprawled leisurely in his chair, shot her an impatient glance. “I’m perfectly serious. What more do you want from me?”

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“Look,” Zhao Qingya conceded, “we understand we may have neglected you. After all, this is a major crisis for the city, and our first instinct was to rely on Li Tianen.”

“Fine, that doesn’t bother me,” Lu Yu said with a shrug. “This whole thing doesn’t really affect me, so I’m not in any rush to get involved.”

Zhao Qingya sighed, frustration evident on her face. “You’re new here, and I understand your perspective. But you’re now part of the hunting team, and building a strong reputation within the Empire would be beneficial for you.”

Lu Yu pondered for a moment, a hint of helplessness in his voice. “Alright, alright. I don’t like unnecessary movement. When they get close to Skyplume City, I’ll take action.”

“That’s far too late!” Zhao Qingya exclaimed. “They have three Poison Dragons! If you fight them one by one, it’ll take an eternity. By then, their army will breach the city walls and unleash chaos!”

“Furthermore, our soldiers are already deployed to engage the enemy. If they’re outmatched, they’ll face heavy casualties.”

Lu Yu met her gaze, his voice firm. “Then order them to retreat and regroup within the city walls. Don’t send them to their deaths. I’ll handle the Demon

Lord Abyss’ forces.”

“Retreat?” Zhao Qingya sputtered, her voice laced with disbelief. “Wouldn’t that be surrendering the city? The public would denounce them as cowards!”

A tense silence settled over the scene, worry etched in Zhao Qingya’s brow.

Lu Yu leaned back in his chair, a nonchalant shrug accompanying his words.

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“Do as I say. The enemy will be repelled. I’ll take care of them all.”

Zhao Qingya hesitated, her gaze dropping to the ground. The weight of her decision pressed heavily on her.

“Lu Yu,” she began, her voice barely a whisper, “I have doubts. These aren’t weaklings, and you alone might be overwhelmed. You’re not from the Ten Thousand Dragon Country. Even if the city suffers immense losses, it wouldn’t affect you directly. But for me, the consequences are dire.”

She pleaded earnestly, “But I promise you, I’ll ensure your safety. Trust me, you can handle them all. You’ll protect Skyplume City.”

Lu Yu replied, “words alone might not convince you, so perhaps a demonstration is in order.”

With a defeated sigh, Zhao Qingya continued, “Honestly, I have reservations about your ability to single-handedly eliminate the entire enemy force outside the city. Your strength, while impressive, might not be enough.”

“A premonition gnaws at me, a feeling that something terrible might befall you if you take this on alone.”

Her concern was evident in the worried crease between her brows.

Suddenly, Lu Yu reached into his pocket watch, revealing his Star Piercin Demonic Sword. Its otherworldly glow instantly captured Zhao Qingya’s attention.

She rose abruptly and approached him, her eyes fixated on the blade. “This…” she stammered, “What is this?”

“A sword,” Lu Yu replied simply.

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“Of course it’s a sword,” she countered, her voice laced with awe. “But this is unlike any sword I’ve ever seen. It emits an otherworldly light, and the material itself seems… ethereal. It’s as if I’m gazing into the cosmos through it.

This is no ordinary weapon.”

A sly smile played on Lu Yu’s lips. “That’s precisely what I wanted to show you.”

With a flourish, he rose to his full height and presented the sword with a flourish. “See its magnificence?” he declared with a dramatic flair. “This, my dear Mayor Zhao, is a divine artifact!”

“Divine artifact?” Zhao Qingya echoed, disbelief tinging her voice. “Is… is this for real? I’ve only ever encountered these words in ancient texts. They speak of divine artifacts possessing immense power, imbuing both equipment and weaponry with unparalleled rarity and treasure.”

Lu Yu slid the sword back into its sheath with a flourish. “Now, tell me, Mayor Zhao. Do you have any doubts about my capabilities?”

A hesitant note crept into her voice. “While I’ve certainly heard whispers of divine artifacts, I’ve never witnessed their power firsthand.”

“There’s no need to rush,” Lu Yu assured her, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’ll have your chance to see it soon enough.”

Relief washed over Zhao Qingya, a stark contrast to the tense knot that had been in her stomach moments before. “That’s good, that’s very good,” she murmured, sinking back onto the sofa.

“So, should we simply wait here for now?” she inquired.

Lu Yu stretched out languidly on the sofa. “Precisely. Just alert me when the enemy draws near.”

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“Understood,” she replied with a nod.

Following their conversation, Zhao Qingya wasted no time in issuing a city-wide order for all soldiers to halt their advance and remain within the city walls.

News of this unexpected command swiftly reached Yuan Huan, who was recuperating in a tranquil garden villa nestled within the city center. Bandaged wounds marred his body, the crimson of fresh blood seeping through the white gauze.

A frantic messenger burst into the courtyard, his voice laced with urgency.

“City Lord, disaster has struck! Mayor Zhao has issued a new directive, forbidding all soldiers from leaving the city. They are to await further orders within the walls!”

Yuan Huan bolted upright, disbelief etched on his face. “What did you just say? Repeat that!”

The messenger, breathless from his haste, stammered, “It’s true, City Lord! We’ve all received orders from Mayor Zhao. We are forbidden to leave the city or engage the enemy!”

Fury contorted Yuan Huan’s features. “Has this woman gone mad? Is she courting death? Has she surrendered all hope and resorted to such a pathetic strategy?”

“She must be out of her mind! Completely out of her mind!” he roared, attempting to rise from his chair.

Just then, Mayor Zhao’s assistant materialized before him, her steps hurried.

“City Lord Yuan,” she began placatingly, “please focus on your recovery here.”

“No way!” Yuan Huan thundered. “I must personally lead my troops! I will not allow her to meddle in this! Her actions will only endanger Skyplume City!”

“City Lord Yuan,” the assistant soothed, “there’s no need for such worry. Madam Zhao will handle everything.”

“Handle it?” he scoffed. “Explain to me then, how exactly does she plan to handle it?”

The assistant squirmed under his withering gaze. While she had received the order herself, Zhao Qingya’s plan for dealing with the enemy remained a mystery.

“City Lord, please remain calm,” she pleaded. “Though I may be unaware of her strategy, Madam Zhao undoubtedly has her reasons for issuing this order. You must trust her judgment.”

“Trust her? There’s nothing to trust here! This is pure insanity! She’s burying Skyplume City! How can our soldiers possibly fight from within the city walls?

The enemy boasts three Poison Dragons! Before the battle even commences, their poisonous gas will engulf the entire city, plunging everyone into chaos!”

The assistant, at a loss for words yet resolute in carrying out her orders, could only manage a feeble, “City Lord Yuan, Madam Zhao has assumed full responsibility for the situation. She will bear the brunt of any consequences.”