Trump Card

Chapter 29: Trump Card

"My god!"

"Sixth Chieftain is so fast!"

"I can only see shadows; I can't even make out the hem of Sixth Chieftain's clothes!"

"Is this the power of a Mortal Grade Middle Stage movement technique? Absolutely terrifying!"

The mountain bandits' eyes were filled with nothing but worship and envy!

"Not bad, not bad."

Zhou Tianba, sitting on the high platform, said with satisfaction, "Old Six's Seven Step Shadow Transformation has improved significantly compared to half a year ago."

Beside him, the Second Chieftain, a man with fair skin, smiled and said, "With Sixth Brother's current speed, even I would find it extremely difficult to capture him."

"If Second Brother can't do it, then it's even more impossible for the rest of us," the fat-headed, big-eared Fourth Chieftain grinned.

Why were they able to chat and laugh so freely here? Because after accelerating, the Sixth Chieftain was in no rush to attack Jun Changxiao; instead, he kept circling around him.

"Kid!"

"I'll let you witness what true speed is!"

"Swish! Swish!"

The Sixth Chieftain quickened his pace, covering the Training Ground with streaks of afterimages, the resulting wind speed kicking up gusts of dust.

The Second Chieftain shook his head and smiled, "Sixth Brother is just toying with that guy."

"No matter how fast a sword is, it can't be faster than Sixth Brother's gale-like speed."

Several minor leaders were all smiles.

"Sixth Chieftain, sever his tendons so he can crawl on the ground like a dog and wail!"

"Torture him until he's half-dead first, then chop off his limbs, gouge out his eyes, and throw him into a vat for the brothers to admire!"

Hundreds of mountain bandits jeered and shouted.

Standing on the Training Ground, Jun Changxiao had his hair blown into a mess by the wind, his face covered in dust, so he said impatiently, "Buzzing around my ears like a fly."

"Swish!"

He took a step forward, the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword appearing in his hand, and thrust it violently toward the front.

Unfortunately, he didn't hit the lightning-fast Sixth Chieftain.

"Hahaha!"

"Sixth Chieftain's speed is so fast, if he could be hit by a random thrust, then that would be..."

"Splurt!"

As they spoke, the mountain bandits saw an object suddenly fly up from the Training Ground, tracing a graceful arc before rolling outside the arena.

Looking closely, it was none other than the Sixth Chieftain's bald head!

The expressions of the mountain bandits changed drastically. They hurriedly looked back to see the afterimages on the Training Ground gradually dissipating, while the Sixth Chieftain's headless body ran a few more circles before collapsing, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Jun Changxiao maintained his sword-holding stance and said indifferently, "Idiot, don't you know how to turn? Why did you have to run straight into my sword?"

As it turned out, after that casual thrust, he had flicked his wrist, turning the sword horizontally so the blade shifted from vertical to horizontal.

The Sixth Chieftain had been circling Jun Changxiao clockwise, and because his speed was too high, he inevitably collided with the blade, causing his head to fly right off his body!

Never mind the razor-sharp Cold Edge Sword; even if a wire had been strung up in front of him, Baldy Qiang would have met a miserable end hitting it at that speed.

It had to be said.

The Sixth Chieftain, while using the Seven Step Shadow Transformation, was truly fast. With Jun Changxiao's Meridian Opening Tenth Stage cultivation, it was difficult to track his figure, but fighting wasn't just about strength; sometimes it required brains, otherwise, one was no different from a brute.

"Sixth Brother!"

"Sixth Brother!"

"Sixth Chieftain!"

Mournful cries echoed from outside the Training Ground.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, an aura of rage permeated the air. Two hundred mountain bandits locked their eyes onto Jun Changxiao, their gazes flashing with undisguised killing intent!

"Damn you!"

The gaunt Eighth Chieftain and the shorter Seventh Chieftain charged into the arena in a fury, one wielding a Ring Blade and the other a Wolf Tooth Mace as they attacked.

Bandits are bandits; after witnessing their companion being killed, consumed by rage, they didn't care about ganging up on one person.

"Swish!"

Jun Changxiao utilized his footwork, dodging their attacks, and laughed, "What? Can't beat me, so you're resorting to strength in numbers?"

"Die!"

The Fourth Chieftain and Fifth Chieftain launched a sneak attack from behind, their fists surging with Spiritual Energy.

"Swish!"

Jun Changxiao shifted his feet and dodged to the right, his smile vanishing as his eyes flashed with cold intensity.

He had already realized that these brutal Mountain Bandits would not abide by any Jianghu Rules; they were determined to gang up on him and kill him.

"Great Chieftain."

Jun Changxiao said indifferently, "Is this how your Black Wind Stockade treats guests?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Tianba nearly choked on his own breath.

You came up Black Mountain and killed two of my men first.

Then you entered the Black Wind Stockade and killed two more of my chieftains, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a guest?

"Hmph."

Zhou Tianba's gaze was sinister as he said, "Kid, you killed the people of my Black Wind Stockade. Even if you pay the ransom today, I am going to keep your life here."

"Swish! Swish!"

As he spoke, the four chieftains attacked from four different directions.

Jun Changxiao was not confident that he could fight four experts at the Meridian Opening Twelve Stages with just his Low-grade Cold Edge Sword, so he immediately stepped into his Flowing Cloud Footwork to evade.

He had picked up this Flowing Cloud Footwork while pointing out the flaws of a Martial Apprentice in Qingyang City. Although its grade was not as high as Seven Step Shadow Transformation, it was at least a Mortal Grade Initial Stage technique, which was more than enough to dodge the attacks of these four.

"Clack, clack, clack!"

Jun Changxiao's footwork unfolded, dodging left and right within the limited space before stopping in a safe area. He said coldly, "You forced This Seat to use a Trump Card!"

"Whoosh!"

Spiritual Energy surged around his body.

"A Trump Card?"

"With so many of us in the Black Wind Stockade, even if he has a Trump Card, he is bound to die!"

The Mountain Bandits sneered one after another.

The four chieftains stopped their attacks, watching to see what kind of Trump Card Jun Changxiao could produce.

Zhou Tianba rested his chin on his hand, saying with interest, "Kid, I actually hope you can bring out a decent Trump Card."

The business of a Mountain Bandit was killing and looting. If the opponent brought out a good Trump Card, such as a precious weapon, they would certainly seize it.

"Hoo!"

Jun Changxiao took a deep breath while releasing his Spiritual Energy.

A moment later, the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword in his hand vanished into thin air, replaced by a weapon resembling a blade.

Facing one Martial Apprentice, six experts at the Meridian Opening Twelve Stages, and two hundred fierce Mountain Bandits, he finally summoned the Uncollectible Blade gifted by Shouyuan!

"A blade?"

Zhou Tianba shook his head in disappointment.

He also used a blade—the long-handled one he had used to behead the Iron Bone Sect disciple earlier. It was a Mortal Grade High Stage weapon, gifted to him by a white-bearded old man when he was traveling the Jianghu years ago, known as the Azure Dragon Scythe Blade.

Wait!

This guy's blade... isn't it a bit too short?

Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched at this moment, because this was the first time he had summoned the Uncollectible Blade, and he only just realized that this thing was only half a foot long!

Half a foot.

It was about the same size as a standard toothbrush.

Fortunately, it was an inch wide; otherwise, Jun Changxiao would have felt like an idiot, facing his enemies with a toothbrush!

This is unscientific, completely unscientific.

It was clearly over three feet long inside the Spatial Ring, so how did it shrink so much when taken out? Even if it were a case of "buyer's show versus seller's show," the difference was far too extreme!

"Is that thing he took out supposed to be a blade?"

"Even a common dagger would be longer than his blade!"

"Hahaha!"

The hundreds of Mountain Bandits surrounding the Training Ground burst into raucous laughter.