Mid Nebula Level

Jiang Changkong went off to kill Star Demons again. He had barely eaten any of that Star Demon meat.

But there were important things to do next, so he had to raise his strength first.

He kept killing until three in the afternoon before he finally stopped.

Essence, Qi, and Spirit: 1550

Without hesitation, he used one thousand and added it to the Copper Skin Iron Bone Technique, raising it to minor mastery.

This martial art was his foundation, as well as the guarantee of his life.

Only by continuously improving the Copper Skin Iron Bone Technique could he run rampant without fear and crush everyone at the same level.

As the Copper Skin Iron Bone Technique grew stronger, his strength naturally broke through to Mid Nebula Level.

His Star Power increased, his five senses sharpened, and his force patterns thickened somewhat.

His defense rose once again as well. Those at Early Nebula Level could no longer hurt him in the slightest.

Jiang Changkong: Mid Nebula Level
Low-grade mid-tier martial arts:
Copper Skin Iron Bone Technique: Minor Mastery 1/4000
Taiji Fist Classic: Beginner 1/1000
Traceless Three Blades: Beginner 1/1000
Essence, Qi, and Spirit: 550

Feeling his own strength, Jiang Changkong was somewhat satisfied.

Now he was confident he could beat up anyone at Mid Nebula Level.

Although only the Copper Skin Iron Bone Technique had been strengthened, his Star Power, his overall strength, and his three martial arts were all connected.

The other two martial arts had indirectly improved as well.

"Martial arts are divided into low, mid, high, and top grades, and also into upper, middle, and lower tiers."

Jiang Changkong muttered softly.

Iron Cloth Shirt had upgraded and become the low-grade Copper Skin Iron Bone Technique.

Low grade's lower, middle, and upper tiers seemed to correspond to the three realms of Star Qi Level, Nebula Level, and Star Sea Level.

What if it upgraded to mid grade?

Once the Taiji Fist Classic and Traceless Three Blades reached mid grade, what would they become?

And even the future high grade, top grade...

Jiang Changkong shook his head. That was still very far away.

He watched Wu Jun. Seeing him leave, Jiang Changkong secretly followed.

This time, he was a little smarter. He turned on his phone, preparing to record evidence of the crime.

As long as he had this evidence in hand, they wanted him to take the blame?

Even killing them would be what they deserved!

Jiang Changkong followed Wu Jun away from the crowd. Seeing him hide among the weeds, he quietly turned on his phone.

Before long, two figures came side by side, swords in hand.

"Brother Zhou Wen, let your grudge with Wu Jun end here."

Li Yuantong spoke as he walked.

Zhou Wen said nothing.

Li Yuantong continued, "As long as you push all the blame onto Jiang Changkong, Senior Zhang Hua will guarantee that you graduate smoothly.

In the future, once Senior Zhang Hua has established himself outside, he'll be able to give you a hand too."

"You talk too much nonsense." Zhou Wen glanced at him and said coldly, "Changkong risked his life to save me. How could I frame him?

As for this matter, if Wu Jun keeps his mouth shut, fine. But if he dares make trouble, I will definitely report it to the principal."

Li Yuantong's face darkened. "Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. What do you think you are? Do you really think Ying Yanxue would ever take a fancy to you?"

Zhou Wen's expression did not change. He said coldly, "That is none of your concern."

Li Yuantong threatened him with a cold face. "You had better think this through. The injuries on your body haven't healed yet. Everyone who dies here was killed by Star Demons."

Zhou Wen's expression turned cold, and his figure abruptly retreated. "You dare kill me? Senior Ji Ziling is not far away."

"This place is already some distance from them."

Li Yuantong smiled coldly. His long sword suddenly stabbed out, starlight blooming. "I never intended for you to go back alive."

"Bold of you."

Zhou Wen shouted angrily. His blade swept past, starlight dazzling as golden sword radiance tore through the sky.

Boom!

The two swords collided, Star Power spilling everywhere. The surrounding weeds were shredded, and dirt flew up.

Star Power surged in all directions, and both men staggered back at the same time.

As Zhou Wen retreated, his blade shifted, dispersing the remaining sword energy.

"Die!"

Wu Jun, who had been hiding for a long time, finally emerged. He sprang into the air, his sword aimed straight at Zhou Wen's back.

At this point, there was no way they could let Zhou Wen live.

"Wu Jun!"

Zhou Wen's expression changed, his heart sinking. He had not yet dispersed the aftershock, and killing intent was already upon him. This time, even if he did not die, he would be gravely wounded.

But then the weeds swayed, and a figure pounced over in time, charging straight at Wu Jun's sword edge.

There was someone else?

Wu Jun's heart jolted, but when he saw who it was, he immediately laughed. "Jiang Changkong, you're seeking your own death."

Excellent. He did not need to wait until they returned to the city. He could get rid of this problem right here!

"Changkong..."

Zhou Wen hurriedly called out, wanting to stop him.

Jiang Changkong had no time to explain. A taiji diagram emerged through his body, and another manifested in his palm.

Seeming both real and illusory, the yin-yang fish turned slightly and met Wu Jun's sword.

Star Power shot out in all directions, only to be dispersed one after another, losing eighty percent of its force at once.

Star Power surged in his palm, and he directly gripped the blade.

Clang.

The sound of metal striking metal rang out, yet the sharp longsword could not harm him in the slightest.

"How is that possible?" Wu Jun's eyes widened as he stared at the scene in disbelief.

His full-power strike had actually been caught barehanded, without even breaking the skin?

"Brother Wen, leave this one to me. He definitely won't get away."

After Jiang Changkong spoke, he charged straight at Wu Jun.

From that one grip just now, he knew this sword was only a lower-grade second-rank weapon.

If it had been a middle-grade second-rank weapon, it probably would have made him feel a trace of pain.

But he felt nothing at all. This sword truly could not hurt him.

Zhou Wen was shocked, but now was not the time to talk.

Seeing that Jiang Changkong had the strength to deal with Wu Jun, he said nothing more and charged straight at Li Yuantong.

Wu Jun's heart grew heavy. Sword light rose again, and crimson sword energy flickered out, slashing down.

Protected by the taiji diagram around him, Jiang Changkong showed no fear at all. Star Power surged through his body at the same time.

Although he had only just stepped into Mid Nebula Level, he had cultivated three martial arts, and his Star Power could be called three times that of others at the same level!

Even though Wu Jun had accumulated strength at Mid Nebula Level for a long time, he was still far inferior.

Star Power and force patterns erupted at the same time, yet his fist was restrained, with no fist wind, like an ordinary punch.

Only that taiji diagram, seeming both real and illusory, revealed how extraordinary it was.

Boom.

The punch fell. The crimson sword energy was annihilated, and the immense force mixed with powerful Star Power slammed into the longsword.

Bang.

Pfft.

Under the impact of that tremendous force, the webbing between Wu Jun's thumb and forefinger split open. His grip on the sword faltered, and he felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. A mouthful of bloody fluid sprayed out.

"Your strength... Mid Nebula Level..."

Blood flowed out, and Wu Jun still found it hard to believe. Before, Jiang Changkong had clearly only been at Star Qi Peak.

How long had it been? He had gone straight to Mid Nebula Level?

Jiang Changkong did not answer. His attack fell once more.

Clang.

Pfft.

With one punch, blood spilled, Wu Jun's body staggered, and his sword edge trembled.

With another punch, Star Power erupted. The fist force of the unyielding, tyrannical blade passed through the sword and into Zhou Wen's body.

Crack.

"Ugh, aaah..."

The sound of bones breaking rang out. The longsword fell, and under the agony, a miserable scream burst out.

"Wu Jun!"

Li Yuantong's expression changed, and he shouted urgently.

"Worry about yourself first." Zhou Wen sneered, clinging tightly to Li Yuantong.

Li Yuantong's heart filled with anxiety. His originally flawless plan had not only failed, he himself might even fall here.

He wanted to flee, but Zhou Wen's strength was not weak either. Even though his injuries had not fully healed, he was more than capable of holding him back.

Bang.

Punch after punch landed, beating Wu Jun until he had no strength to fight back at all.

They were both at the Mid Nebula Level, but even though Jiang Changkong had only just broken through, he could still crush those of the same rank.

Even against someone at the Late Nebula Level, he had absolute confidence he could kill them.

Jiang Changkong threw another punch, landing it on Wu Jun. Star Power and fist force all sank into his body.

Crack, crack...

A series of explosive sounds came from within him. Every bone in Wu Jun's body snapped, turning him into a puddle of mush as he slumped down.

After dealing with Wu Jun, Jiang Changkong turned and charged at Li Yuantong.

Li Yuantong's expression panicked, and he hurriedly said, "I'm Senior Zhang Hua's man! Senior Zhang Hua is a super top student! The school—pfft."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Changkong's fist had already fallen, sending Li Yuantong flying sideways.

Blood sprayed. Zhou Wen froze for a moment, but Jiang Changkong did not. He charged straight after him.

His fist stirred no wind. It looked ordinary, yet held a deeply restrained essence within.

Pfft.

Blood sprayed again. After taking that punch, the heavily injured Li Yuantong had no strength to fight back at all.

Punch after punch fell. Jiang Changkong held nothing back. Before Li Yuantong's Star Power could even emerge, he blasted it apart.

"Changkong, if you keep hitting him, he'll die," Zhou Wen could not help saying.

"If I don't beat him to death, should we leave him alive to harm us?" Jiang Changkong frowned.

Zhou Wen said, "Then kill him."