Beyond ten paces, flying swords were swift.
Beyond ten paces, a longsword was even swifter and more precise!
Wang Chen held the Wind Thunder Sword, his figure ghostlike as he darted back and forth through the crowd, trailing streaks of fierce sword radiance.
The swordsmanship he used came from the mortal world.
During his time as the Protector Heavenly Master of Southern Shao, Wang Chen had acquired quite a few martial arts manuals.
Fists, kicks, fingers, palms, swords, sabers, spears, halberds—the full eighteen weapons, he had dabbled in them all.
Most of these manuals were of little use to Wang Chen, especially the internal cultivation methods.
But he had still learned some sword techniques and hand-to-hand combat skills.
Qi Condensation cultivators could not fly through the heavens or burrow through the earth, and often found themselves needing to engage their opponents in Close Combat.
Mortal martial arts still held some value.
For instance, in the current situation, casting spells was far less swift and satisfying than raising his sword and cutting people down!
Most importantly, it would not harm the innocent.
A large portion of the Three Rivers Society's income came from Changle Gambling House, so quite a few cultivators were stationed here to keep watch. All of them were fierce fighters with ruthless hearts.
Decent people could not do such black-hearted work.
Yet not one of them could block a single strike from Wang Chen. Even with Spiritual Light armor empowered upon them, they were still beheaded in one blow.
The sharpness of a Tier 2 flying sword was truly terrifying!
Although Wang Chen could currently wield less than half of the Wind Thunder Sword's power, it was more than enough to sweep aside these ghosts and goblins.
In only a few moments, more than ten Three Rivers Society