"That's impressive. Mad Blade He Jun is something else. It looks like he's mastered the true essence of the Gale Blade Technique. He could survive out in the wilderness and kill countless monsters. Given enough time, it wouldn't be impossible for him to become a master swordsman." One spectator watched He Jun's technique with a grave expression and couldn't help but marvel.
"He really is impressive. He Jun may be a despicable man who often extorts rookies, with a terrible reputation, but there's no denying he's a swordsmanship prodigy. He shouldn't be underestimated."
"One slash unleashes a hundred streams of blade force, creating a gale. It would take at least ten years to master a technique like that."
"This young man called Desolate is pretty unlucky to have run into He Jun. I bet this will be a painful memory for him."
"Forget Desolate. Even among experts at the Second Heaven of Martial Artist Realm, there probably aren't many who could beat He Jun."
The spectators chattered among themselves, all stunned by He Jun's use of the Gale Blade Technique. He had already grasped a hint of a grandmaster's mastery. Given enough time, he would become quite formidable.
"He Jun is no simple opponent."
Gu Peng watched the scene and nodded to himself, acknowledging He Jun's talent. Still, his attention remained on Xia Ping. He wanted to see what the young man had up his sleeve.
Someone his master had taken a liking to and gone out of his way to invite into Giant Corporation probably wasn't as ordinary as he seemed.
"Die!"
He Jun roared. As his momentum reached its peak, he swung his blade. Countless streams of blade force completely engulfed Xia Ping, leaving him nowhere to escape.
"Not a bad technique, but that's all it is." As