The Strongest Sect of All Times

Chapter 29: trump card

My god!

Sixth Chief is so fast!

I only saw the afterimage, I couldnt even catch the corner of his shirt!

Is this an ordinary-grade intermediate technique? Terrifying!

The bandits were filled with envy and worship. 

Not bad, not bad. Sitting by the side, Zhou Tianba was quite satisfied. Old Sixths Seven Step Shadow Transformation has improved much during these sixth months.

Nearby, the second chief, the one with fair skin, smiled. With Sixth Brothers current speed, its difficult even for me to catch him.

If Second Brother cant do it, then it is impossible for us, the overweight Fourth Chief grinned.

Why were they chatting so merrily over here? Because after Sixth Chief sped up, he actually hadnt attacked Jun Changxiao, but was running in circles around him. 

Boy! This daddy will make you experience some real speed!

Shua! Shua!

Sixth Chiefs footsteps continued to speed up. The martial arts field was covered with after-images, the wind from his movement causing billows of dust. 

Second Chief shook his head and smiled, Sixth Brother is just bullying him.

No matter how quick a sword is, it wont be faster than Sixth Brothers wind-like speed, praised the other bandit leaders with happy expressions. 

Sixth Chief, chop off his hands and feet! Make him whimper in a pool of his own blood!

Beat him until hes half dead, then chop off his hands and feet! Carve his eyes out and boil them in a vat, let us brothers drink from it!

The several hundred bandits shouted loudly. 

Jun Changxiao, who had been standing there, felt his hair flying all over the place and the dust hitting his face. He impatiently said, Youre just like a fly buzzing next to my ear.

Shua!

He took a step and the preliminary-grade Cold Edge Sword appeared in his hand, stabbing towards the front. 

What a pity, he wasnt able to hit the extremely quick Sixth Chief. 

Hahaha!

Sixth Chief is too fast, if you can hit him by randomly stabbing then

Puchi!

As he was saying so, the bandit saw something flying from the martial arts field. It drew a great arc, then tumbled towards his feet. 

Looking at it, it was actually the Sixth Chiefs bald head!

The bandits, who had been in an uproar, immediately quieted and snapped their heads around. The after-images on the field gradually dissipated, revealing Sixth Chiefs headless body as it fell to the ground, blood bubbling like a spring. 

Jun Changxiao maintained his stabbing posture and indifferently said, Idiot, did he not know that circles are round? Did he have to run into my sword?

So it was. 

After he had stabbed forward, he had flicked his wrist, causing the sword blade to turn horizontally. 

Sixth Chief continued to run in a circle around Jun Changxiao. Because his speed was so quick, he inevitably hit the sword blade and he was directly decapitated!

Let alone the incomparably sharp Cold Edge Sword, even if it was some dull wire, with that baldys running speed, running into anything would have severed his head. 

It had to be said. 

The Sixth Chief and his Seven Step Shadow Transformation were really quick. With Jun Changxiaos Meridian Opening Stage Ten cultivation, it was very difficult for him to follow with his eyes. But not all fights could be won with brute strength, sometimes you had to depend on the brain otherwise, youd be no different from an ordinary person. 

Sixth Younger Brother!

Sixth Older Brother!

Sixth Chief!

Outside the arena were sorrowful cries. 

Hu, hu!

Suddenly, a ferocious aura filled the air as 300 bandits simultaneously locked on Jun Changxiao with murder in their eyes!

Hateful!

The skinny Eighth Chief and the short Seventh Chief broke formation and stormed forward, one with a large butchers knife and the other with a spiked club. 

A bandit was a bandit; when they saw that their companion was killed, they would not care about things like fairness or tag-teaming. 

Shua!

Jun Changxiao stepped to the side, avoiding the attacks of the two people. With a smile he asked, Whats wrong? Since you cant beat this lord, youre preparing to use numbers against me?

Go die! 

The Fourth Chief and Fifth Chief punched forth, sneak attacking him from behind. 

Shua!

Jun Changxiao dodged by flashing to the right, the smile melting off his face as his eyes twinkled with coldness. 

He realized that these cruel bandits did not care about the customs of Jianghu; they were set on killing him. 

Big Chief, Jun Changxiao called out. Is this how your Black Wind Stronghold entertains its guests?

Zhou Tianba heard his words and almost fainted from anger. On Black Mountain, you first killed two of my subordinates. After entering Black Wind Stronghold, you killed two of my chiefs. You still have the fucking face to call yourself a guest?

Hmph. Zhou Tianbas eyes were dark as he responded, Boy, youve killed someone of my Black Wind Stronghold. Even if you paid ransom, this lord would still make you pay with your life.

Shua! Shua!

As he said so, the four chiefs attacked from all four sides. 

Jun Changxiao was not confident that he could depend on the preliminary-grade Cold Edge Sword to fight four Meridian Opening Stage Twelves and immediately dodged. 

What he used was the Flowing Cloud Steps, which he had learned back in Qingyang City from a Martial Apprentice. Although it was inferior to the Seven Step Shadow Transformation, it was still ordinary-grade elementary it was sufficient to avoid four converging attacks. 

Thump, thump, thump!

Jun Changxiao completely displayed his step technique, dodging here and there in the limited space. He stopped at a safe space and codly huffed, You are forcing this lord to use his trump card!

Hu, hu!

His whole body was suddenly surrounded by spirit energy. 

Trump card?

Our Black Wind Stronghold has so many people, hes just one person. Even if he has some trump card, hes still going to die!

Each and every bandit contemptuously snorted. 

The four chiefs stopped attacking, looking to see what trump cards Jun Changxiao could pull out. 

Zhou Tianba rested his face on his hands, looking interested. Boy, I hope that your trump card isnt too trash.

Bandits specialized in stealing and killing people; if Jun Changxiao pulled out quite a good trump card, like some nice weapon or supreme treasure, they would definitely snatch it. 

Hu!

Jun Changxiao released spirit energy, taking in deep breaths of air. 

Suddenly the preliminary-grade Cold Edge Sword in his hand vanished, and a similarly shaped cutting tool replaced it. 

Facing a Martial Apprentice, six Meridian Opening Stage Twelves, and 200 devilish bandits, Jun CHangxiao had finally found sacrifices for his Irretractable Sabre!

A knife? 

Zhou Tianba shook his head in disappointment. 

He also used a blade. He had just used a long sabre to kill that Ironbone Sect disciple a moment ago; it was an ordinary-grade advanced blade stolen donated by an old bearded man during his travels in Jianghu, named the Azure Dragon Naginata. 

Wait a minute!

Wasnt the blade of his guy a little too short?

At this moment, the corner of Jun Changxiaos was also twitching. Because the Irretractable Sabre he had just summoned for the first time he had just discovered that the thing was barely half a chi! [1]

Half a chi. 

That was about the same size as a toothbrush. 

At least was about an inch in width, otherwise Jun Changxiao would truly feel like fool it was like he was trying to use a toothbrush on a death duel!

Illogical, illogical. 

It was obviously more than 3 chi in the storage ring, but why has it become so small? Even if this is an advertisement vs product scam, why is the disparity so great?

Thats a knife?

Even an ordinary dagger is bigger than that blade!

Fuck. Even my erect dick would be longer than that thing!

Hahaha!

The several hundred bandits cackled.

[1] 1 chi is approximately meters 

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