ON NOVEMBER 5, 2021 BY MOONCHILDKHZ
Ai Shangke was also a sword cultivator, so he could tell that the Cold Edge Sword that Jun Changxiao brought out was extraordinary.
Therefore he suggested, “That sword is really a waste in your hands. If you hand it over to me, I will write off all our grievances.”
For Elder Ai, letting the Ironbone Sect off the hook in exchange for a good sword was still acceptable.
“Give it to you?” Jun Changxiao asked. “Do you have a problem with your brain?”
Ai Shangke’s vision immediately flashed with cold intent, his whole body surrounded by a freezing qi.
After entering into the realm of Martial Apprentice, a cultivator would be able to gather cyclones of qi within his or her dantian. When stimulated, these cyclones would burst outwards, forming qi aura.
Experiencing the aura from a short distance away, Jun Changxiao secretly thought, This fellow is stronger than the bandit chief, a little tricky.
When he previously killed the Martial Apprentice Zhou Tianba, he had relied on the Irretractable Sabre. Now that the weapon was sealed again, there might be issues if he had to rely on the Cold Edge Sword alone.
Moreover, the opposing party had a weapon comparable with that Spring Water Sect Wei Yinu’s broadsword.
Jun Changxiao’s cultivation was not as high as his opponent’s and his equipment was not much better. How should he fight?
Should I use the system?
Forget it.
Only 24 contribution points, better save them for later.
Jun Changxiao entered the storage ring, finding the Speed Talisman from the Newbie Gift Package. There is no martial arts that is impenetrable with speed, so this should be enough to handle him.
Pah!
He tore the talisman.
Shortly afterwards, a feeling of strength and lightness flowed into his two legs, giving Jun Changxiao the impression that he should run.
The corners of his lips lifted into a smile as he said, “I can feel the power of the wind…”
“Boy.”
Ai Shangke’s cold voice sounded. “Are you ready?”
Jun Changxiao lifted his sword. “Come.”
Shua!
As soon as he finished speaking, Ai Shangke took a step forward, waved his right wrist, and the 3 chi long sword seemed to shatter the air as it formed a piercing sword qi.
Hu-hu!
In an instant, the sword qi had filled the air.
The Ironbone Sect disciples watching the scene paled.
They turned to look at Jun Changxiao, but found that he was actually standing there watching the sword coming towards him with a carefree smile.
Was it possible… Could Sect Head be about to use Golden Bell Cover?
“Not hiding?” sneered Ai Shangke.
Although the sword stroke looked casual, it contained a strength of several thousand jin (0.5kg). If he did not dodge, he would definitely meet a miserable end.
Xiu!
In the meantime, the sword qi exploded from all directions, cutting Jun Changxiao directly in half.
“Sect Head!” numerous disciples called out.
Ai Shangke was also stunned. He had only made a casual move, but had split the sect head in half?
Such trash, couldn’t even take one hit…
Wait, that wasn’t right!
The body had been sliced, but why was there no blood?
The Ironbone Sect disciples also quickly noticed this issue. They then realized that the sect leader’s body distorted, then vanished into this air.
What sort of situation was this?
“Illusory image?” Ai Shangke wrinkled his brow.
“Hey.”
Suddenly Elder Ai heard a voice from behind him, which said, “This Lord is over here.”
Shua!
Ai Shangke quickly turned around, only to find Jun Changxiao casually standing there with his hands behind his back, smiling at himself.
Elder Ai forced himself to calmly ask, “How did you get there?”
The Ironbone Sect disciples saw that their sect head was safe and sound and relaxed. At the same time, they were greatly confused. Their sect head had obviously been standing in front of Elder Hai, but had appeared behind him a second later.
“I walked,” Jun Changxiao answered.
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“Impossible!” Ai Shangke shouted. “You definitely used some vile illusory arts!”
Jun Changxiao touched his nose and said with a smile, “Open your eyes wider, I’ll walk again to show you.”
Xiu!
Just as he finished speaking, the man stood motionlessly in the same place, but the voice came from a different place.
“Did you see clearly?”
Ai Shangke hurriedly turned around, where he found Jun Changxiao that had appeared in his original position 10 meters away. His face hardened.
“Oh my god!”
The Ironbone Sect disciples were wide-eyed. Looking at the martial arts stage, they could see two identical sect heads standing there, sandwiching the Ai Family’s elder in the middle!
Slowly, the figure on the left dissipated.
Ai Shangke was still startled, stuttering, “Y-You… What the hell did you use?”
Jun Changxiao shook his head, saying, “I didn’t use some illusory arts, but a step technique called Phantom Step.”
“Phantom Step?” Ai Shangke had never heard of it before, but figured out the unbelievable truth. “The illusory image from a moment ago was because your speed was too fast?”
“Smart,” nodded Jun Changxiao.
He said that, but he was shocked too. The Speed Talisman made me too fast. By the time I changed positions, the illusory image didn’t even have enough time to dissipate.
“Impossible, impossible!” Ai Shangke did not believe it. After all, the movement had been too fast to follow and the phantom was just disappearing. It was simply too shocking!
Xiu!
Suddenly, there was a gust of wind.
Jun Changxiao suddenly appeared before his eyes, a phantom behind him. “Did you see clearly this time?”
“How Sect Head got there, I couldn’t catch it at all!”
“Speed was too fast, fast to the point our eyes can’t keep up!”
“Sect Head is so strong!”
The disciples sang high praises.
“Hateful!” Ai Shangke was angered to the point of madly swinging his sword about, but he only managed to his shadows, as Jun Changxiao now appeared on his right.
There was no martial arts beneath the heavens that was impenetrable to speed.
At this level, Jun Changxiao was moving faster than a Martial Apprentice could understand.
Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!
Jun Changxiao constantly shifted positions, forming ten phantoms in one breath.
Obviously, since a phantom had formed, it meant that Jun Changxiao had momentarily been in that position. As far as the formation process though, it was impossible to catch.
Perhaps that bald cultivator from the Black Wind Stronghold, the one who cultivated the ‘Seven Step Shadow Transformation’, could roughly calculate Jun Changxiao’s position.
Ai Shangke, however, had gradually stiffened. The hand holding his sword even began to tremble.
He couldn’t even see the person clearly, how was he supposed to attack?
Bang!
Jun Changxiao suddenly appeared behind, aiming a kick at his butt.
This kick contained more than 1000 jin (500kg) of strength.
Not expecting it, Ai Shangke staggered several steps forward, almost landing on his face.
“Puhaha!” The disciples could not help but laugh.
That was an esteemed elder being trampled on by their sect leader! Really, very funny!
“Hateful!” Ai Shangke spat out resentfully, managing to stand upright. Humiliated, he wielded his sword to slash at the air, instantly forming strands of powerful sword qi.
Xiu!
Xiu!
Jun Changxiao was calm as he dodged, one step to the left, another to the right, avoiding all of the sword qi.
Under the influence of the Speed Talisman, these strands of sword qi seemed to have slowed down. Even though the sword covered the entire field, forming a seemingly inescapable net, he was still able to casually avoid the onslaught.
Bang!
Jun Changxiao kicked Ai Shangke in the butt once more. Although it did very little physical damage, the humiliation was enough to make the man go insane with fury.
“Ah!” the man angrily roared.
Hiss—
Ai Shangke’s robes ripped and pooled around his feet, leaving him with only white undergarments on.
Jun Changxiao stood in front of the man, sabre only a hair’s breadth away from the man’s neck. “Elder Ai, do you think there’s a need to continue fighting?”