Volume One, Chapter Seventeen
At this moment, You Jun of the Nine Netherlands was making merry with several beauties in a brothel when a thunderous boom rang out. An immense pressure descended upon the brothel, frightening countless people into running outside.
The several beauties accompanying You Jun were likewise scared pale. Somewhat displeased, You Jun walked out and looked at the Shaman clone before him. "Who are you, daring to come here and cause trouble? If you get lost now, it's not too late."
The many experts showed no surprise at this sight, watching with interest in their eyes. Naturally, they also recognized You Jun.
The Shaman clone said nothing. Standing in the sky, he struck a palm at You Jun, carrying a powerful gale.
Anger appeared on You Jun's face. He took out a long saber and swung it fiercely, cleaving apart that blast of wind. With a stomp of his foot, he flew into the sky and attacked the Shaman clone.
The Shaman clone did not use a weapon. He threw a fist carrying immense power at You Jun.
Bang!
A huge boom erupted as the fist collided with the long saber, and a powerful force spread outward.
You Jun looked at the Shaman clone in surprise. This man had actually used his fist to clash head-on with his blade. His saber was no ordinary weapon—it was an ancient battle saber, ranked quite highly in the Chaos World.
The Shaman Clan's constitution was also exceedingly terrifying, far harder than ordinary steel. Normal blades and swords could not harm members of the Shaman Clan.
You Jun did not hesitate. Swinging his saber forcefully, he sent several savage arcs of saber light slashing toward the Shaman clone.
With only a few punches, the Shaman clone shattered those saber lights.
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