Terrifying Speed!

Ai Shangke could be considered a Sword Cultivator, and he could tell at a glance that the Cold Edge Sword Jun Changxiao had brought out was of extraordinary quality.

Therefore, he said indifferently, "In your hands, this sword is truly a waste. How about this: give it to me, and our grievances will be settled."

To let the Iron Bone Sect off for the sake of a sword—Ai Shangke felt that was acceptable.

"Give it to you?"

Jun Changxiao said, "Is there something wrong with your brain?"

A trace of coldness flashed through Ai Shangke's deep eyes, and white, surging waves of energy suddenly erupted around his body.

After stepping into the realm of Martial Apprentice, a martial artist will gather a vortex of Spiritual Energy within their Dantian. Once triggered, it erupts into an aura known as Spiritual Might.

Feeling it at close range, Jun Changxiao thought to himself, This guy is much stronger than that Great Chieftain of the Mountain Bandits; he's a bit troublesome.

Previously, when he killed the Martial Apprentice-level Zhou Tianba, he had relied on the Uncollectible Blade. Now that his weapon was sealed again, relying solely on the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword seemed like it would be very difficult.

What's more, the opponent's weapon clearly looked stronger than Wei Yinu's broadsword. His own cultivation was inferior to the man's, and he couldn't gain the upper hand with equipment, so how was he supposed to fight?

Should he use the system?

Forget it, forget it.

He only had 24 Contribution Points; he had better save them.

Jun Changxiao focused his mind into his Spatial Ring and summoned the Talisman of Speed from the Novice Gift Pack, thinking to himself, In all the martial arts of the world, only speed cannot be broken. This should be enough to handle him.

"Snap."

The Talisman was crushed.

In an instant, a stream of special power poured into his legs, giving Jun Changxiao the urge to start running immediately.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he said, "I can feel the power of the wind..."

"Kid."

Ai Shangke said coldly, "Are you ready?"

Jun Changxiao raised his sword and said, "Come on."

"Swish!"

The moment the words left his lips, Ai Shangke took a step forward, his right wrist flicking. His three-foot-long sword sliced through the void, forming a streak of sword energy that tore across the ground toward him.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, the sword momentum filled the air.

In the distance, the disciples of the Iron Bone Sect saw this, and their expressions changed drastically.

Everyone looked toward Jun Changxiao, only to see him still standing in the same spot, a calm and composed smile hanging on his lips.

Could it be... that the Sect Leader was going to use the Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt?

"Not dodging?"

Ai Shangke sneered incessantly.

Although this strike was casual, the force behind it was several thousand jin. If he didn't dodge, the outcome would surely be miserable.

"Shoo!"

Just at that moment, the incoming sword energy slashed directly through Jun Changxiao's body, cutting him in two.

"Sect Leader!" the disciples cried out in unison.

Ai Shangke was also stunned. Had his casual strike really split the Iron Bone Sect Leader in two?

He really was trash, couldn't even take a single swor...

No, that's not right!

The body had been sliced open, so why was there no blood spraying out?

The Iron Bone Sect disciples also realized this problem, and soon discovered that the Sect Leader's body was suddenly distorting, then gradually fading away.

What was going on?

"An afterimage?"

Ai Shangke's brows furrowed.

"Hey."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, saying, "This Seat is right here."

"Swish!"

Ai Shangke hurriedly turned around, only to see Jun Changxiao standing behind him with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile. He couldn't remain calm and exclaimed, "How did you get over there!"

Seeing that their Sect Leader was safe and sound, the Iron Bone Sect disciples let out a long sigh of relief, while also feeling confused. He had clearly been standing in front; how did he end up behind him in the blink of an eye?

"I walked over," Jun Changxiao said.

"Impossible!" Ai Shangke said, "You must have used some crooked, evil illusion technique!"

Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose and smiled, "Keep your eyes peeled, I'll demonstrate it for you one more time."

"Whoosh!"

No sooner had the words left his lips than he stood rooted to the spot, motionless, yet a voice came from behind him, "Did you see that clearly?"

Ai Shangke hurriedly turned around, only to find Jun Changxiao had reappeared at his original starting position, his expression completely frozen.

"My god!"

The disciples of the Iron Bone Sect widened their eyes.

In their field of vision, they saw two identical sect leaders standing on the left and right, sandwiching the elder of the Ai Family in the middle!

A moment later, the one on the left gradually dissipated.

Ai Shangke exclaimed in shock, "You... what kind of sorcery are you using!"

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "This isn't sorcery, it's a footwork technique called Phantom Step."

"Phantom Step?"

Ai Shangke had never heard of it, but the name seemed to trigger a realization, and he said in disbelief, "Was the phantom just now caused by your speed being too fast?"

"Smart," Jun Changxiao said.

Though he said this, he was secretly shocked himself, This Talisman of Speed is so fast, it's so fast that by the time I change positions, my afterimage hasn't even had time to fade.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Ai Shangke refused to believe it; after all, to be so fast that he couldn't see, so fast that it created afterimages—this was simply too shocking.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

Jun Changxiao stood before him, yet an afterimage remained behind, and he said, "Did you see it clearly this time?"

"How did the sect leader get over there? I couldn't see it at all!"

"The speed is too fast, so fast that our eyes can't even track the movement!"

"The sect leader is mighty!"

The disciples cheered in admiration.

"Damn it!"

Ai Shangke swung his sword in a fit of rage, but he only struck an afterimage; Jun Changxiao was already standing to his right.

In all the world's martial arts, only speed is invincible.

However, to reach a level of speed like his was completely beyond the comprehension of a Martial Apprentice.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Jun Changxiao continuously shifted his position, and within a single breath, over a dozen afterimages appeared in Ai Shangke's field of vision.

Clearly, every afterimage represented a place Jun Changxiao had visited and briefly paused at, though the process itself was completely invisible.

The Bald Head leader of the Black Wind Stockade practiced the Seven Step Shadow Transformation, but when he used it, one could at least see a shadow and roughly track his position.

The muscles on Ai Shangke's face gradually stiffened, and the hand gripping his sword began to tremble.

If he couldn't even see the person, how was he supposed to fight?

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Jun Changxiao appeared behind him and kicked him in the backside.

This kick contained at least a thousand pounds of force, and the caught-off-guard Ai Shangke stumbled forward several steps, nearly face-planting into the ground.

"Pfft, hahaha!"

The disciples couldn't help but burst into laughter.

To be an elder and get kicked in the backside by the sect leader like that was truly comical.

"Damn it!"

Ai Shangke steadied himself, burning with shame and anger, and began slashing his sword through the air, instantly creating waves of formidable sword qi.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Jun Changxiao stepped calmly, dodging to the left and then to the right, leaving afterimages in his wake.

Under the influence of the Talisman of Speed, the powerful sword qi seemed to move in slow motion, and even though it filled the entire Training Ground like a dragnet, he could easily evade it.

"Bang!"

Jun Changxiao kicked him again from behind, striking his other buttock; although it caused no real damage, it drove the man to the brink of madness.

"Ah!"

He let out a loud roar.

"Rip—"

Suddenly, his robes shredded, leaving him in nothing but his white underpants.

Jun Changxiao stood in front of him, the tip of his sword hooked into a lock of hair, and smiled, "Elder Ai, do you think there's any need to continue this fight?"

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