Talent Ability? I Have It Too

Clang!

With Jiang Li channeling his power, the longsword blocking him was instantly knocked back.

Instructor Li Shanjun was greatly alarmed, but Jiang Li's saber came crashing in like raging winds and monstrous waves.

Li Shanjun immediately dared not be careless. He circulated his cultivation method with all his strength and unleashed the Seventh Grade martial art, Green Light Swordplay, repeatedly blocking the attacks.

Yet even so, when Jiang Li's second slash came crashing down, Li Shanjun felt as though he was not fighting an Eighth-grade Martial Artist, but a Seventh Grade martial artist.

His tiger's mouth throbbed with pain, and his body involuntarily staggered backward.

Li Shanjun stared in horror, but all he saw was a fleeting shadow of Jiang Li.

The gale had yet to arrive, but Jiang Li's saber was already there. Li Shanjun raised his sword to block again while retreating.

He was, after all, a Seventh Grade martial artist. He managed to block this slash, but was still forced back several steps, breaking out in a cold sweat.

What Li Shanjun did not know was that this was only the beginning.

The Black Horizontal Saber in Jiang Li's hand slashed out again and again. The saber's edge flashed with cold light, fierce as lightning. Amid the sharp clang of colliding weapons, sparks bloomed across the wilderness.

The woman from Hua Tian Martial Arts Hall watching from the side was dumbfounded. Instructor Li was a Seventh Grade martial artist, yet he was being pressed and beaten by an Eighth-grade Martial Artist?

"That can't be possible, right?"

She could not help muttering aloud, unable to believe what lay before her eyes.

Only Li Shanjun understood. Jiang Li's strength was astonishing, and the martial arts and movement technique he used had definitely reached the mastered realm of Eighth Grade.

Though he was Seventh Grade, he had merely become proficient in his Seventh Grade martial arts and movement technique.

Moreover, his opponent's vitality and blood were unbelievably powerful. It could not possibly be 1.09—he was at least at Eighth Grade Peak.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Black Horizontal Saber and the longsword collided without pause. Suddenly, a faint golden hue appeared in Li Shanjun's pupils.

Jiang Li instinctively sensed danger. The next instant, Li Shanjun seemed to have predicted his move, and a chilling sword-light shot straight toward Jiang Li.

Fortunately, Jiang Li reacted swiftly. With his powerful vitality and blood, he forcibly altered his move and directly intercepted the sword with the Black Horizontal Saber.

Li Shanjun also abruptly leaped backward.

"Slow Sight!"

The woman at the side cried out in surprise, delight appearing on her face.

Li Shanjun gazed intently at Jiang Li. This was his Talent Ability, the C-Class Talent Ability—Slow Sight.

In his vision, everything before him had slowed down.

"A Talent Ability?"

Jiang Li stood with his saber in his right hand. Wind swept past him, making his clothes flap fiercely.

A faint smile curved across his lips as he said calmly, "I have one too!"

Behind him, the command flag that had been lying on the ground suddenly expanded at that moment.

A command flag two meters tall, with an ability radius of one hundred meters, stood in the wilderness.

Facing Li Shanjun, who had activated his Talent Ability, Jiang Li burst forward again. At this moment, his speed nearly doubled.

"What?"

Li Shanjun cried out in horror. Even with his ability active, Jiang Li's speed now seemed almost the same as before.

This man's speed had actually doubled.

But before he could think further, Jiang Li's saber had already arrived.

In his eyes, Jiang Li's movements had slowed, but that did not mean his own reaction speed could keep up.

When his sword barely managed to block the Black Horizontal Saber, the next instant, the longsword in his hand suddenly sank. The saber edge angled toward his side and forcibly pierced into his chest.

The searing pain and the warm sensation of blood gushing out made Li Shanjun let out a shrill scream.

After that, he felt the world spin around him as he fell to the ground.

In his sight, a young man stood proudly behind a headless corpse, holding a saber in one hand.

The corpse swayed unsteadily, then dropped helplessly to its knees.

Bang!

A Seventh Grade martial artist, dead!

Jiang Li lightly flicked the blood from the Black Horizontal Saber and said indifferently, "So this is a Seventh Grade martial artist? Nothing much!"

He even felt that Li Shanjun had been lying. This was a Seventh Grade martial artist? He was far too weak.

Whoosh!

The sole remaining woman from Hua Tian Martial Arts Hall was already pale with terror. She turned and fled with all her strength.

Yet the next instant, a saber pierced through her back.

Only after the third person died did Jiang Li slowly sheath the Black Horizontal Saber.

[Enemy killed. Cultivatable Lifespan gained: 17]

[Enemy killed. Cultivatable Lifespan gained: 29]

[Enemy killed. Cultivatable Lifespan gained: 16]

[Cultivatable Lifespan]: 1541

Jiang Li took all three men's weapons, then searched them and found twelve Eighth-grade Qi and Blood Pills.

The most valuable item was Li Shanjun's longsword. Like the Black Horizontal Saber, it was seventh-grade.

"Heavenly River Martial Arts Hall probably can't buy these things back, but Lin Yuanliang should be able to handle them."

Jiang Li placed them in the nest as well. Looking at the spoils that were nearly piling up inside, he could not help falling into thought.

"If Luo Wenhao learns that these assassins are dead, he'll probably make a move against my family."

"I can barely carry all this anymore. Once I get back to the city and deal with Luo Wenhao, I'll hire a transport truck next time I come out alone."

Even though he had only been out for a day, Jiang Li felt it was time to head back.

With that thought, he sorted through the spoils from the mutant beasts, wrapped everything in the Armored Boar's hide, and headed back toward Nanyang Town.

Nanyang Town was very quiet at this time. Jiang Li did not waste any time, weaving across the ruins as he headed back the way he had come.

Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out in the distance.

Jiang Li's brow twitched. He found a high spot and looked into the distance.

When he saw where the voice had come from, his brows furrowed slightly.

Twelve Martial Artists brimming with viciousness had Chu Dongyang and the other three surrounded.

The four of them were already visibly wounded.

"The strong prey on the weak. Out here in the wilderness, prey isn't limited to mutant beasts—people can become prey too."

Jiang Li watched those people and had no intention of intervening.

From the moment they had left the city, Chu Dongyang and the other three had not cared whether he lived or died. Naturally, he would not care whether they lived or died now.

He immediately prepared to leave from this high point.

Yet in the next instant, a bespectacled middle-aged man among the twelve turned and pointed toward Jiang Li's position.

"Did they spot me?"

Jiang Li's expression remained indifferent as he looked up, only then noticing several glinting points in the distance.

Clearly, aside from these twelve people, there were also scouts nearby.

Very soon, three of the twelve rushed toward Jiang Li.

Before long, the three formed a triangular formation around him.

"Young people these days really don't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth. A ninth-grade Martial Artist dares come out to hunt mutant beasts—aren't you afraid of throwing your life away?"

"That huge pile of stuff—someone must have hired you, right?"

"Kid, leave the goods and your weapon behind, and you'll still have a way to live."

The three spoke over one another to Jiang Li, not taking him seriously in the slightest.

Jiang Li casually set down the bundle on his back and glanced at the three of them. "I'll give you one chance. Get lost obediently, and I'll spare your lives!"

The words instantly enraged the three Eighth-grade Martial Artists.

"You little bastard, aren't you afraid of death!?"

"I'll—"

Before the speaker could finish, he saw the figure before him flash. Only then did the hiss of a saber being drawn reach his ears.

Jiang Li stood behind the Eighth-grade Martial Artist who had been speaking, saber in hand as he looked at the other two.

"Now, your chance is gone."

As his voice fell, saber light shot forth like racing thunder, streaking through the air.