Ai Shangke was also a sword cultivator, and with a single glance, he could tell that the Hanfeng Sword Jun Changxiao had summoned was of exceptional quality.
So he said indifferently, “This sword is wasted in your hands. How about this—give it to me, and we’ll call it even.”
In Ai Shangke’s view, letting the Tiegu Sect off the hook for a single sword was acceptable.
“Give it to you?”
Jun Changxiao said, “Are you sick in the head?”
A flash of cold intent crossed Ai Shangke’s profound gaze, and white, churning waves of energy immediately surged around his body.
After entering the Wutu realm, martial artists would gather spiritual energy vortexes within their dantian. Once activated, they would erupt with an imposing aura—this was called Spiritual威.
Feeling it at close range, Jun Changxiao thought to himself, “This guy is much stronger than that mountain bandit chief. He’s a bit tricky.”
Earlier, when killing Zhou Tianba who had Wutu cultivation, he’d relied on the難收 Blade. Now that his weapon was sealed again, with only the low-grade Hanfeng Sword, it seemed there would be great difficulty.
Moreover, the opponent’s weapon clearly looked superior to Wei Yinu’s greatsword. His own cultivation was inferior, his equipment couldn’t gain the upper hand—how was he supposed to fight?
Should he use the system?
Forget it, forget it.
He only had 24 contribution points—better save them.
Jun Changxiao’s consciousness merged with his spatial ring, summoning the Swift Movement Talisman from the beginner’s gift pack, thinking to himself, “In martial arts, only speed is unbreakable. This should be enough to handle him.”
“Snap.”
The talisman was crushed.
In an instant, streams of special power flooded into his legs, giving Jun Changxiao an impulse to immediately start running.
A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth as he said, “I feel the power of the wind…”
“Boy.”
Ai Shangke said coldly, “Are you ready?”
Jun Changxiao raised his sword and said, “Come on.”
“Swish!”
The moment the words fell, Ai Shangke took a step forward. His right wrist moved, and his three-foot sword sliced through the air, forming a ribbon of sword energy that rampaged forward, hugging close to the ground.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
In an instant, sword momentum filled the air.
Seeing this, the Tiegu Sect disciples in the distance all turned pale with shock.
Everyone looked toward Jun Changxiao in unison, only to see him still standing in place, his lips still bearing a calm and composed smile.
Could it be… the Sect Master was going to use his Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Technique?
“Not dodging?”
Ai Shangke sneered continuously.
Although this sword strike was executed casually, the power it formed still amounted to several thousand pounds. If he didn’t dodge, his fate would definitely be tragic.
“Whoosh!”
Just then, the bursting sword energy slashed directly through Jun Changxiao’s body, cutting him in two.
“Sect Master!” all the disciples cried out in alarm.
Ai Shangke was also stunned. His casual strike had actually split the Tiegu Sect Master in half?
He really was garbage, couldn’t even take a single sword…
No, no, that’s not right!
If his body was cut open, why was there no blood spraying out?
The Tiegu Sect disciples also realized this problem. They soon discovered that their Sect Master’s body suddenly twisted, then gradually disappeared.
What was happening?
“An afterimage?”
Ai Shangke’s brows furrowed.
“Hey.”
Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, saying, “This seat is over here.”
“Swish!”
Ai Shangke hurriedly turned around, only to see Jun Changxiao standing behind him with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at him with a smile. Unable to maintain his composure, he exclaimed, “How did you get over there!”
The Tiegu Sect disciples, seeing their Sect Master safe and sound, breathed a huge sigh of relief. At the same time, they were also puzzled—he had clearly been standing in front, so how had he run behind in the blink of an eye?
“I walked over,” Jun Changxiao said.
“Impossible!” Ai Shangke said. “You must have used some kind of crooked illusion technique!”
Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose and smiled, “Open your eyes wide. I’ll walk again to show you.”
“Whoosh!”
The moment the words fell, his body remained fixed in place, completely motionless, but a voice came from behind, “Did you see clearly?”
Ai Shangke hurriedly turned to look, only to discover Jun Changxiao had appeared at the position where he’d initially stood. His facial expression completely froze.
“My heavens!”
The Tiegu Sect disciples’ eyes widened.
In their field of vision, they saw two identical Sect Masters standing on the left and right, sandwiching Elder Ai in the middle!
After a moment, the one on the left gradually dissipated.
Ai Shangke exclaimed in shock, “You… what kind of sorcery did you use!”
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, “This isn’t sorcery, it’s a movement technique called Phantom Shadow Steps.”
“Phantom Shadow Steps?”
Ai Shangke had never heard of it, but from the name, something seemed to occur to him. With disbelief, he said, “That afterimage was because your speed was too fast?”
“Smart,” Jun Changxiao said.
Though he said this aloud, in his heart he was also shocked, thinking, “This Swift Movement Talisman’s speed is too fast—so fast that when I change position, my image doesn’t have time to dissipate.”
“Impossible, impossible!”
Ai Shangke didn’t believe it. After all, to be so fast he couldn’t see it, so fast that afterimages appeared—this was simply too shocking and unprecedented!
“Whoosh!”
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.
Jun Changxiao stood before him, with an afterimage still existing behind, saying, “Did you see clearly this time?”
“How did the Sect Master get over there? I couldn’t see at all!”
“The speed is too fast—so fast we can’t capture his movements with our eyes at all!”
“Sect Master is mighty!”
The disciples shouted in worship.
“Damn it!”
Ai Shangke angrily swung his sword to slash, but unfortunately still struck only the afterimage. Jun Changxiao had already positioned himself to the right.
In martial arts, only speed is unbreakable.
However, being this fast had completely transcended the level that someone at Wutu could comprehend.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Jun Changxiao continuously changed positions. Within a single breath, over ten afterimages appeared in Ai Shangke’s field of vision.
Clearly, each afterimage that appeared represented a place Jun Changxiao had been and briefly stopped at, while the process itself was completely invisible.
The bald chief from Black Wind Stronghold had cultivated the Seven Steps Transforming Shadow, but when he used it, at least you could still see the shadows and roughly capture his position.
The muscles on Ai Shangke’s face gradually stiffened, and the hand gripping his sword began to tremble.
How could he fight when he couldn’t even see the person?
“Bam!”
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao appeared behind him and kicked him in the rear.
This kick contained at least over 1,000 pounds of force. Caught completely off guard, Ai Shangke staggered forward several steps, nearly falling flat on the ground.
“Pffft hahaha!”
The disciples couldn’t help but laugh.
After all, he was an elder, yet he’d been kicked in the rear by their Sect Master like this—it was truly comical!
“Damn it!”
Ai Shangke steadied himself, burning with shame and anger. He then raised his sword and began slashing wildly through the air, instantly forming waves of imposing sword energy.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Jun Changxiao calmly stepped around, dodging from the left, dodging from the right, one afterimage after another appearing.
With the Swift Movement Talisman’s enhancement, the powerful sword energy seemed to move in slow motion. Even though it now filled the entire training ground, forming an inescapable net, he could easily avoid it.
“Bam!”
Jun Changxiao again kicked from behind, landing on Ai Shangke’s other buttock. Though it caused no substantial injury, it drove the opponent extremely mad.
“Ah!”
He roared loudly.
“Riiip—”
Suddenly, the robe on his body shattered, leaving his entire body clad in only white underwear.
Jun Changxiao stood in front, his sword tip picking up a tuft of hair, smiling as he said, “Elder Ai, do you think there’s any need to continue fighting?”