Assassination

Zhao Wu's ability had one characteristic: every attack he made triggered it.

If a single slash drew a large amount of blood, that blood would turn into a large blade. If he instantly cut countless wounds and caused countless drops of blood to fall, they would turn into countless small blades.

In his early years, he had also pursued raw damage and used a large blade against enemies. But after learning the Chain Blade technique, he realized the true use of his ability.

Sometimes, the smaller the blades became, the greater the damage they dealt!

Unfortunately, he had encountered Zhang Ping, and this move immediately became useless. Zhang Ping was faster than him. As long as Zhang Ping killed him before he could cut Zhang Ping, his ability posed no threat at all.

"Looks like your master isn't planning to object, so it's settled!" Zhang Ping said with a smile.

He stepped down from the arena and smiled at Su Jingyao and the others. "Let's go. On to the next one."

Zhao Wu should understand what he meant.

"You looked like a major villain just now," Zhang Shouzhong said quietly as they walked.

Zhang Ping said casually, "They were the ones who threw martial ethics out the window. How can you blame me? We made the rounds yesterday, and they kicked us around like a ball. If we didn't teach them a lesson, they'd really think we were pushovers!"

Next, they went from one martial arts school to another, leaving one unconscious master after another behind.

Of course, not every master could be dealt with in one punch. Some had abilities combined with martial arts that were quite formidable, forcing Zhang Ping to use Nether Mist to win.

At noon.

Zhang Ping and the others ate at a small hole-in-the-wall