The mercenary's words caused the rest of the mercenaries to be startled. They all looked at Jianchen with faces full of shock and disbelief.
None of them would've thought that after searching for so many people in the Devil Beast Mountain Range for so many days, Jianchen would actually be found by them. What was even more laughable was that they actually found Jianchen under such circumstances.
The mercenaries were stunned for a moment before one of them bitterly smiled and said, "I say, brother, you don't need to joke with us like this. Moreover, this kind of joke shouldn't be made. If there really is an idiot who believes you, then they might actually capture you and take you to the Tianxiong Clan for a reward."
Hearing this mercenary's words, the rest of the mercenaries also came to a realization. They all had a bitter smile on their faces. Just now, they were really shocked by Jianchen's words.
"This friend, the name 'Jianchen' is very important right now. In the future, it would be best if you don't make this kind of joke. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will bring you a lot of trouble." Another mercenary said. None of them actually believed that the person in front of them was the person they were looking for, Jianchen.
Jianchen bitterly smiled and said, "Then how can you believe that I am Jianchen?"
"According to what I know, Jian Chen's Saint Weapon is an extremely small sword, and he isn't very old either, only around twenty years of age. Moreover, his speed is extremely fast, especially when it comes to thrusting. It's so fast that even a few Saint Masters find it difficult to dodge. I heard that quite a few Saint Masters have died to his hands because they couldn't dodge his sword," said a mercenary.
The silver-white Light Wind Sword appeared in Jianchen's hand. Jianchen held the Light Wind Sword and said with a faint smile, "Then take a look and see if this is the sword that Jianchen uses."
Hearing this, the mercenaries all looked at the Light Wind Sword in Jianchen's hand and carefully examined it.
"Yi! Look, this sword looks a bit like the one described. "
"Yes, it really does look like it. It's practically the same."
Immediately, two of the mercenaries couldn't help but open their mouths. Hearing their words, the rest of the mercenaries also became serious. Their gazes towards Jianchen had already undergone a subtle change.
"You really are Jianchen." One of the mercenaries stared at Jianchen's face that was covered in dust and asked in a deep voice. At this point, the mercenaries with a bit of brains had already realized that the person in front of them was the person that they were looking for.
Jianchen smiled and said, "That's right, I am Jianchen, the Jianchen. Now that I'm here, shouldn't we capture me and bring me back to the Tianxiong clan to receive the reward reward?"
Hearing this, the merry faces of the mercenaries suddenly became serious. Looking at each other, one of them immediately shouted, "Brothers, surround him!"
As soon as his voice fell, the person who spoke took the lead and rushed towards Jianchen. The rest of the mercenaries hesitated for a moment before rushing forward and forming a circle around Jianchen.
Jianchen sheathed his Light Wind Sword and crossed his arms in front of his chest. With an indifferent expression, he looked at the mercenaries surrounding him and said with disdain, "It seems that quite a few of you have been blinded by the reward of ten thousand purple coins. I never thought that a few Great Saints would want to capture me alive. Haven't you heard that many Saint Masters have died by my hands? Do you really think that you are stronger than a Saint Master?"
Hearing Jianchen's words, the mercenaries hesitated for a moment before one of them shouted, "Jianchen, don't force yourself. Who doesn't know that you are heavily injured and your strength is much weaker than before? If you know what's good for you, you should obediently come with us. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite. When that time comes, don't say that we are bullying you because we outnumber you."
Jianchen helplessly shook his head and muttered, "It seems that all of you have been blinded by money. You don't even care about your own lives. Forget it, I'm too lazy to waste my time with you." With that, Jian Chen did not waste any more words. Suddenly, his body swayed slightly, and he appeared in front of a mercenary in an instant. He clenched his right hand into a fist and struck out with lightning speed, landing a heavy blow on the mercenary's nose.
"Ah!" The mercenary immediately let out a blood-curdling scream. His face was filled with pain as he held his nose. Bright red blood slowly flowed out from the gaps between his fingers. Very quickly, his entire face was dyed red. Jianchen's punch had already broken the mercenary's nose.
After punching the mercenary's nose, Jianchen didn't hesitate in the slightest. He immediately kicked the mercenary's stomach and sent him flying five meters away.
Afterwards, Jianchen's body flickered and appeared in front of another mercenary. Powerful Saint Force gathered in his leg as he kicked the mercenary's chest without any fancy moves.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the mercenary was sent flying by Jianchen's kick before he could even react. Blood uncontrollably spurted out of his mouth as he flew through the air.
"Jianchen, you despicable person actually used a sneak attack. Everyone attack together and take him down."
Only when Jianchen injured two of them did the other mercenaries react. They immediately raised their Saint Weapons and slashed at Jianchen.
Jianchen's body nimbly dodged their attacks. His figure flashed as he approached the other party. His fists and legs combined as he ruthlessly struck the mercenaries' bodies. Muffled 'peng peng peng' sounds continuously rang out.
Now that he had reached the Saint Master realm, Jianchen could easily deal with these mercenaries who were only Great Saints even without using his sword.
Every swordsman viewed their sword as incomparably important. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that it was their second life. Jianchen was naturally no exception. The mercenaries in front of him weren't worthy of Jianchen's appearance. If he had to use his sword against such a powerful person, it would undoubtedly be like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken.
Although Jianchen was currently using his fists and legs, these mercenaries were still unable to resist. In just a few breaths of time, they were all beaten to the ground by Jianchen. Every one of them had a bloody nose and a swollen face.
Jianchen clapped his hands. His gaze swept past the mercenaries who were lying on the ground and wailing in pain. He smiled faintly and said, "Now, do you still want to capture me and take me for the bounty?"
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