A black figure blocked the path on their way to Windmill Town.
It was massive, nearly three meters tall, with arms thicker than an adult's thigh, and carried a pitch-black greatsword on its shoulder.
Its entire body was encased in pitch-black armor of an unknown material, with only two crimson pinpricks of light shining from its eyes.
This colossal frame and bizarre attire exerted a heavy pressure on the members of the Wind Demon Bandit Group.
The bearded man at the head was indeed a leader; even facing such a vast difference in size, his expression remained unchanged.
He asked in a deep voice, “Who are you, and why are you blocking our way?”
The black figure remained silent, offering no answer to the bearded man's question.
Seeing his boss ignored, a lackey beside the bearded man quickly spoke up.
With a fierce expression, he barked sharply, “Didn't you hear our boss asking you a question? If you don't want to die, you'd better explain yourself clearly.”
“Let me tell you, our boss is the famous leader of the Wind Demon Bandit Group, a Tier Five powerhouse! Anyone who dares to oppose our boss meets a miserable end. If you don't want to die, get the hell out of our way!”
The black figure finally reacted. Like a machine starting up, its right eye flashed with a crimson light.
It swung the greatsword in its hand in a horizontal slash!
A line of blood appeared on the necks of the Wind Demon Bandit Group members, and then their heads severed and fell in unison.
The fierce expressions were still frozen on their faces.
Looking at the pile of decapitated corpses on the ground, the black figure showed no reaction.
He plunged the greatsword into the ground. From the greatsword, a wave of pitch-black darkness spread in all directions, covering the ground beneath the corpses of the Wind Demon Bandit Group.
Countless black threads emerged from the darkness, dragging the corpses down into it.
Cold words escaped the massive black figure's mouth. His deep, thick voice sounded like the growl of a beast, devoid of any emotion.
“Master... is enjoying himself. Cannot... disturb. Disturbers... die!!!”
After saying this, he slowly walked into the shadows. Then, his entire massive body sank into the darkness, leaving only two crimson glints flickering faintly within the shadows.
It wasn't just here. Over the past two days, similar scenes had been playing out in several other directions. Anyone who wanted to disrupt the Windmill Festival was killed by a suddenly appearing black monster.
After killing these people, the black monsters would sink into the shadows, leaving only two crimson eyes flickering faintly within the darkness.
If an extraordinary of at least Tier Eight were present, they would surely be shocked to discover something.
Centered around Windmill Town, the shadows for dozens of kilometers around were filled with crimson eyes, dense and countless.
Time flew by, and amidst the bustling and enthusiastic atmosphere, the fishing activity at Bezerlati Lake was gradually drawing to a close.
The crowds slowly dispersed and returned to Windmill Town.
Xia De was still sitting in the small boat in the center of the lake, watching the figures heading back toward Windmill Town.
At the thought of what he was about to do next, he couldn't help but grin.
Especially after sensing who had caught the largest fish so far, his smile grew even more brilliant.
Your dear childhood friend can comfort you well afterward.
In Windmill Town, beneath the great windmill, another crowd had gathered.
From time to time, the crowd erupted into surprised clamor.
“How is your fish so big? Where did you catch it?”
“Yours isn't bad either.”
“Dammit! Why can't I find any of those big guys?”
“Look at Riley's fish, it's almost ten meters long! I remember the highest record here was only eight meters.”
“Could this year's Fish King belong to Riley?”
Looking at the nearly ten-meter-long fish on the stage, the crowd below was green with envy.
They wished they could swarm forward and force its owner to reveal where it had been caught.
Just as everyone was feeling envious, a figure arriving from behind instantly drew the gaze of the entire crowd.
Many gasped in disbelief.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, no way!”
“How on earth did this guy pull that off?”
“My knees are buckling on their own. This boss is just too powerful!”
Finn walked slowly through the crowd, carrying a massive, thirteen-meter-long silver-white fish on his shoulders with both hands.
His clothes were in disarray, he was soaked from head to toe, and he had quite a few cuts and bruises on his body. He looked incredibly disheveled.
However, feeling the envious and jealous looks directed at him, a smug smile naturally crept onto Finn's face.
Peishan, I will definitely become the Wind Harvester.
Reminiscence welled up in his eyes, and his smile naturally carried a hint of gentleness and determination.
“Sorry, Riley, but the championship belongs to this genius.”
Finn carried the giant fish onto the stage, set it down, and then offered Riley an apologetic look.
But Riley wasn't angry at all. Instead, his eyes shone as he stared at the roughly thirteen-meter-long fish on the ground.
He sized it up from top to bottom, repeatedly gasping in awe.
“This build, wow! This color, wow! And this plumpness, it's simply beautiful!”
Riley kept exclaiming, his eyes burning with passion as if he were looking at a peerless beauty.
Finally, he hurried over to the smug Finn and asked, “How did you find this big guy?”
“Well, that's a secret!”
Finn couldn't stop grinning, deliberately keeping him in suspense.
Looking at Finn's smile, Riley felt his hands itch for some reason, wanting to slap him right across the face.
“Don't get too smug yet. There's still some time before the competition ends. Maybe someone will bring in an even bigger one.”
Unable to stand Finn rubbing it in, Riley talked tough, though he lacked confidence.
Clearly, he didn't really believe anyone could surpass Finn now.
Finn smiled without a word. Then, spotting a certain figure in the crowd, his eyes lit up, and he waved his arms excitedly.
“Peishan, baby, look here! I'm over here!”
Then he saw Peishan below the stage, looking at him as he excited like a little kid, covering her face with an expression of sheer exasperation.
What he didn't see, however, was the blush creeping onto the face hidden behind her hands.
Her eyes rippled with emotion, and Peishan complained in a soft murmur, “Idiot. You usually cling to me so tightly, but you didn't even come to find me today, even though this Windmill Festival is so quiet. Is catching fish really more attractive to you than I am?”
During previous Windmill Festivals, there would occasionally be troublemakers, which was when the guard team usually had to step in.
But this year, for some reason, there wasn't a single troublemaker, which left Peishan completely free all day.
In her spare time, she realized she hadn't seen Finn in a while. Without his noisy presence, she felt like something was missing.
A trace of loneliness crept into her heart.
On the stage, Finn looked at Peishan, who was covering her face and avoiding his gaze. With a gentle look in his eyes, he thought to himself.
Peishan, I will definitely become the Wind Harvester and fulfill our childhood promise.
As time ticked away, the sky gradually darkened, and the contestants returned one after another.
Without exception, none of their catches could match Finn's, which made him happier and happier.
Just as the competition was about to end and everyone thought Finn had secured the championship, a voice echoed from the sky.
“I'm here!”
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