Terrifying Speed!

Ai Shangke was also a Sword Cultivator. With a single glance, he could tell that the Cold Edge Sword Jun Changxiao had produced was of extraordinary quality.

So he said blandly, "That sword is truly wasted in your hands. How about this—give it to me, and all grudges between us will be wiped clean."

Ai Shangke felt that letting the Iron Bone Sect go for the sake of a sword was acceptable.

"Give it to you?"

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

A trace of chill flashed through Ai Shangke's deep gaze, and billowing white waves of Qi surged around him.

After entering the Martial Apprentice realm, a martial artist would gather a Spiritual Energy Qi Cyclone within the Dantian. Once activated, it would erupt with an imposing aura, known as Spiritual Might.

Feeling it at close range, Jun Changxiao thought, This guy is far stronger than that bandit Great Chieftain. He's a little troublesome.

When he had killed Zhou Tianba, who possessed Martial Apprentice cultivation, he had relied on the Uncollectible Blade. Now that weapon was sealed again. Relying on the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword alone seemed far more difficult.

What was more, the other man's weapon was clearly stronger than Wei Yinu's broadsword. His cultivation was inferior, and his equipment gave him no advantage. 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 sent his thoughts into the Spatial Ring and summoned the Talisman of Speed from the Novice Gift Pack. He thought, Among all martial arts under heaven, only speed cannot be defeated. This should be enough to handle him.

Crack.

The Talisman was crushed.

In an instant, streams of peculiar power poured into his legs, filling Jun Changxiao with the urge to start running immediately.

A smile curled across his lips. "I can feel the power of the wind..."

"Boy."

Ai Shangke said coldly, "Are you ready?"

Jun Changxiao raised his sword. "Come."

Whoosh!

The moment his words fell, Ai Shangke took a step forward and flicked his right wrist. His three-foot sword tore through the air, forming a ribbon-like Sword Qi that swept toward Jun Changxiao close to the ground.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, Sword Momentum filled the air.

The Iron Bone Sect disciples in the distance all paled in shock.

They looked at Jun Changxiao as one, only to see him still standing where he was, a calm smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

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

"Not dodging?"

Ai Shangke sneered.

Though that strike had seemed casual, the force it carried weighed several thousand jin. If Jun Changxiao did not evade it, his end would definitely be miserable.

Whoosh!

Just then, the incoming Sword Qi slashed directly through Jun Changxiao's body, cleaving him in two.

"Sect Master!" the disciples cried in unison.

Ai Shangke was stunned as well. Had his casual strike actually split the Iron Bone Sect's Sect Master in half?

What trash. He couldn't even take one sword stri—

No, no!

Why had no blood sprayed out when the body was cut apart?

The Iron Bone Sect disciples realized the same thing. Soon, they saw the Sect Master's body twist abruptly before gradually fading away.

What was going on?

"An afterimage?"

Ai Shangke frowned.

"Hey."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him. "I'm over here."

Whoosh!

Ai Shangke hurriedly turned around and saw Jun Changxiao standing behind him with his hands clasped behind his back, smiling at him. He exclaimed in disbelief, "How did you get over there?!"

Seeing that their Sect Master was safe and sound, the Iron Bone Sect disciples heaved a huge sigh of relief. At the same time, they were puzzled. He had clearly been standing in front of them—how had he reached the back in the blink of an eye?

"I walked over," Jun Changxiao said.

"Impossible!" Ai Shangke said. "You must have used some crooked Evil Dao illusion!"

Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose and smiled. "Open your eyes wide. I'll walk again and let you see."

Whoosh!

As soon as he spoke, he remained rooted in place without moving, yet a voice came from behind him. "Did you see clearly?"

Ai Shangke hurriedly spun around and discovered that Jun Changxiao had appeared once more at his original position. The expression on his face froze completely.

"My heavens!"

The Iron Bone Sect disciples' eyes widened.

In their sight, two identical Sect Masters stood to the left and right, trapping the Elder of the Ai Family between them!

A moment later, the one on the left gradually faded away.

Ai Shangke cried in alarm, "You... what kind of demon art did you use?!"

Jun Changxiao shook his head. "This isn't demon art. It's a movement technique called Phantom Step."

"Phantom Step?"

Ai Shangke had never heard of it, but the name seemed to remind him of something. He said in disbelief, "That afterimage just now was because your speed was too fast?"

"Smart," Jun Changxiao said.

Though he said that aloud, inwardly he was just as shocked. This Talisman of Speed is incredibly fast—so fast that after I change positions, my image doesn't even have time to disappear.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Ai Shangke refused to believe it. He had moved so fast that Ai Shangke could not even see him, so fast that he had even created a lingering image. This was simply too earth-shattering!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

Jun Changxiao stood before him, while an afterimage still remained behind him. "Did you see clearly this time?"

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

"His speed is too fast! It's so fast that our eyes can't capture his movements at all!"

"Sect Master is mighty!"

The disciples cried out in worship.

"Damn it!"

Ai Shangke furiously swung his sword, but it only struck the afterimage. Jun Changxiao was already standing to his right.

Among all martial arts under heaven, only speed could not be defeated.

But speed at his level had completely surpassed what a Martial Apprentice could comprehend.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Jun Changxiao continuously changed positions. Within a single breath, more than ten afterimages appeared in Ai Shangke's field of vision.

Clearly, every afterimage represented a place Jun Changxiao had visited and paused at briefly. As for the process, it could not be seen at all.

The bald chieftain of the Black Wind Stockade cultivated Seven Step Shadow Transformation. When he used it, one could at least still see a shadow and roughly catch his position.

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

He could not even see the man clearly. How was he supposed to fight?

Bang!

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

That kick contained at least a thousand jin of force. Caught off guard, Ai Shangke staggered several steps forward and nearly fell flat on his face.

Pfft, hahaha!

The disciples could not help laughing.

He was an elder, after all. Getting kicked in the backside by the Sect Master like that was truly ridiculous.

"Damn it!"

Ai Shangke steadied himself, ashamed and enraged. Then he raised his sword and slashed wildly through the air, instantly forming wave after wave of formidable Sword Qi.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Jun Changxiao calmly stepped aside, evading from the left, then from the right, leaving afterimages in his wake.

Empowered by the Talisman of Speed, the fierce Sword Qi seemed to move in slow motion. Even though it now filled the entire Training Ground, forming the momentum of a Heavenly Net, he could still evade it with ease.

Bang!

Jun Changxiao kicked from behind again, landing on Ai Shangke's other butt cheek. Though it caused no real injury, it drove the man utterly mad.

"Ah!"

He let out a furious roar.

Riiip—

Suddenly, his robe shattered, leaving only a pair of white underpants on his body.

Jun Changxiao stood in front of him, a lock of hair hooked on his sword tip. Smiling, he said, "Elder Ai, do you think there's still any need to keep fighting?"

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