Chapter 28

"Oh my God!"

"The sixth master is so fast!"

"I only saw shadows, not even a corner of his clothes!"

"Is this the medium-level body technique of Fanpin? It's terrifying!"

The Laoshan thieves were filled with admiration and envy!

"Not bad," Zhou Tianba, sitting on the high platform, said with satisfaction, "The sixth master has improved a lot with his seven-step technique compared to half a year ago."

The second leader, a white-skinned man, laughed, "At the current speed, capturing him would be very difficult."

"If the second brother can't do it, none of the others can," the fat and big fourth leader grinned.

Why could they laugh and chat so freely? Because the sixth master, instead of attacking Jun Changxiao, was circling around him at high speed.

"Boy! I'll show you what speed is!" he taunted, continuously accelerating, casting shadows all over the training ground and stirring up dust.

The second leader shook his head and smiled, "Sixth brother is toying with him."

"No matter how fast his sword is, it's not as fast as the sixth brother."

Several leaders laughed.

"Sixth master, cut off this guy's hands and feet and make him scream on the ground like a dog!"

"Torture him half to death, then cut off his hands and feet, gouge out his eyes, and throw him in a pit for us to enjoy!"

Hundreds of robbers shouted.

Jun Changxiao, standing in the center of the training ground, his hair messed up by the wind, his face covered in dust, said impatiently, "Buzzing around like a fly."

"Swish!" He took a step forward, the Han Feng sword appeared in his hand, and he thrust it forward.

But he missed the incredibly fast sixth master.

"Hahaha!"

"The sixth master is so fast. If you could hit him randomly, then..."

"Whoosh!" As soon as the words were spoken, the robbers saw something fly up from the training ground, draw a beautiful arc, and land off the field.

They looked closer and realized it was the sixth master's head!

The robbers' faces changed dramatically. They hurriedly turned back. The afterimage on the training ground gradually dissipated, and the sixth master's headless body ran a few more steps before collapsing, blood gushing like a fountain.

Jun Changxiao maintained his sword stance and said lightly, "Idiot, didn't know to turn? You ran right into my sword."

After randomly stabbing, he had turned his wrist, changing the blade's direction from up and down to left and right.

The sixth master, moving too fast, inevitably ran into the blade, and his head flew off!

Even if you stretched a wire in front of him, at that speed, he'd still be decapitated.

I have to say, the sixth master's speed with the seven-step technique was impressive, but fighting isn't just about strength—it's also about brains.

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"Sixth brother!"

"Sixth master!"

Cries of sorrow came from the robbers outside the training ground.

Suddenly, anger filled the air, and 200 thieves locked their murderous gazes on Jun Changxiao.

"Damn it!" The skinny eighth leader and the short seventh leader rushed into the arena, each wielding a ring knife and a mace.

Robbers are robbers—after seeing their companion killed, rage took over.

"Swish!" Jun Changxiao stepped away, avoiding the attack, and smiled, "What? If you can't beat me one-on-one, you plan to gang up?"

"Attack!" The fourth and fifth leaders launched their attacks from behind.

"Swish!" Jun Changxiao dodged to the right, a cold smile on his face.

He realized these ruthless robbers wouldn't play by the rules and intended to kill him together.

"Big boss," Jun Changxiao said lightly, "is this how Heifengzhai entertains guests?"

Zhou Tianba almost burst out laughing. "You killed two of my men before even getting here. Are you really calling yourself a guest?"

"Humph," Zhou Tianba said coldly, "you killed my men. Even if you pay the ransom, you won't leave here alive."

"Swish! Swish!" As they spoke, four leaders attacked from four directions.

Jun Changxiao wasn't confident he could take on four warriors with twelve segments of the opening pulse. He immediately moved away using the Liuyun footwork.

This Liuyun footwork was a technique he'd learned while pointing out a flaw for a warrior in Qingyang City. Although it wasn't as high-level as the seven-step technique, it was good enough to avoid the four-pronged attack.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Jun Changxiao moved left and right within the limited space, stopping in a safe area, and whispered coldly, "You've forced me to use my trump card!"

"Whoosh!" Psionic energy surged around him.

"A trump card? He's alone. Even with a trump card, he's definitely going to die!"

The robbers sneered.

The four leaders stopped attacking, curious about what Jun Changxiao's trump card might be.

Zhou Tianba watched with interest, "Boy, I hope you have a good trump card."

Robbers kill and rob for a living. If Jun Changxiao had a valuable weapon, they'd certainly take it.

"Whoosh!" Jun Changxiao breathed in deeply, psionic energy enveloping him.

For a moment, the Han Feng sword disappeared and was replaced by a knife-like weapon.

Facing six warriors, twelve segments each, and two hundred ferocious robbers, he finally brought out the hard-to-receive sword.

"A knife?" Zhou Tianba shook his head, disappointed.

He also used a knife—a long one given to him by a white-bearded old man while traveling.

Wait, this guy's knife is shorter?

Jun Changxiao's smile twitched. For the first time, he realized the hard-to-receive knife was only half a foot long!

Half a foot.

About the size of a normal toothbrush.

He felt silly, holding such a short weapon against the enemy.

Unscientific, unscientific.

The space ring showed a three-foot-long knife. How could it be so small? Even with buyer's remorse, this was absurd!

"This guy brought out a knife?"

"Even an ordinary dagger is longer!"

"Damn, my manhood is longer than that!"

"Hahaha!"

Hundreds of robbers around the training ground laughed loudly.