Seeing that Jianchen and the captain were about to fight, the ten large men retreated far away while staring at Jianchen and the knife-scarred man.
The knife-scarred man gripped his greatsword tightly as he stared at Jianchen with a dignified expression on his face. Whether or not they would be able to keep their monster cores would depend on this battle.
Although it was impossible for a Great Saint Master to defeat a High Level Saint Master within five moves, the knife-scarred man saw that Jianchen had agreed so easily. Therefore, even if he only needed to last five moves against Jianchen, it would still be quite a bit of pressure for the middle-aged man.
Moreover, he was worried that Jianchen would agree so easily because he wanted to use this opportunity to get rid of him and reduce the strength of the other party. Although he had such thoughts, he didn't dare to do anything. He still wanted to try and keep his monster cores. At the same time, the knife-scarred man also wanted to see Jianchen's strength. He wanted to see just how strong such a young person was. He wanted to see if he was really as strong as the rumors said. He wanted to see if he was able to kill a Great Saint Master at the age of twenty.
Seeing the knife-scarred man's dignified expression, Jianchen faintly smiled and extended his hand, "Please!"
The knife-scarred man didn't hold back and released a powerful burst of Saint Qi from his greatsword as he rushed towards Jianchen with light steps.
Jianchen's body turned into a blur as he rushed towards the knife-scarred man. The Light Wind Sword in his hand emitted a sharp Sword Qi as it pierced towards the knife-scarred man like a bolt of lightning.
Seeing Jianchen's lightning-fast sword, the knife-scarred man's pupils shrank. He immediately swung his greatsword down towards Jianchen's Light Wind Sword.
"Ding!"
Following the crisp sound of metal clashing, the two weapons that were completely different in size collided violently in mid-air. A powerful shockwave burst out, turning into a gust of wind that wreaked havoc in all directions.
As soon as the two weapons collided, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes. From this small long sword that was only two fingers wide suddenly came a powerful force that was completely incompatible with its physical strength, and it shook his hands that were holding the huge sword, causing them to feel numb.
"Just by wielding a sword in one hand, he is able to fight me to a standstill. It seems the rumors are true." The scarred man was secretly shocked.
However, just as this thought appeared in the scarred man's mind, Jianchen's second sword strike came over, and the speed was even faster than before.
The scarred man's expression was incomparably dignified. Jianchen's sword was so fast that it didn't give him any time to prepare. Enduring the numbness in his arms, he raised his greatsword in front of him to block Jianchen's Light Wind Sword.
When the Light Wind Sword came into contact with the scarred man's greatsword, an even more terrifying force than before passed through the man's body. The scarred man couldn't help but stagger backwards, and the two hands that were holding onto the greatsword couldn't help but tremble twice.
"You've already lost!"
Just as the scarred man stabilized himself, a faint voice came from the front. When the middle-aged man reacted, his face immediately became pale, without a trace of blood, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
In front of him, there was a long sword that was flickering with a biting cold light. He didn't know when it had come to a stop in front of him, but the tip of the sword was just about to touch his throat.
The scarred man's face was sluggish as he stared at the sword in front of his throat in disbelief. For a moment, he was actually speechless.
Such a scene caused the dozen or so large men standing behind the scarred man to be filled with disbelief. Their gazes were all dull as they blankly stared at the longsword that gently touched the scarred man's throat. They were so shocked that they were speechless.
"This is the third move, you've lost!"
Putting away the Light Wind Sword, Jianchen calmly looked at the scarred man in front of him.
Three moves! Jianchen only used three moves to defeat a High Level Saint Master.
The scarred man quickly came back to his senses as he looked at Jianchen with a bit of fear. Taking a deep breath, he said with a trembling voice, "What … what a fast sword."
A faint smile appeared on Jianchen's face as he said, "Now you should know what to do."
The scarred man quickly calmed down and looked deeply at Jianchen. Although Jianchen's face was covered in dirt and he couldn't see his appearance, he could still see that Jianchen's face was young.
The scarred man put away his sword and cupped his hands towards Jianchen, "Many thanks for your mercy." The scarred man then turned around to look at the large men behind him and sighed inwardly. He helplessly said, "Everyone, take out all the monster cores you have."
Upon hearing this, the dozen or so burly men hesitated for a moment before reluctantly taking out all of the demonic cores from their spatial belts and placing them on the ground one by one.
After watching the battle between Jianchen and the scarred man, they knew that Jianchen only wanted their monster cores and not their lives. Otherwise, with the strength that Jianchen had just displayed, even if all of them attacked together, they would still be wiped out. This was because even the strongest leader of their group couldn't last more than five moves against Jianchen, let alone them.
The scarred man took out a pouch from his spatial belt and put his monster cores in it first. Afterwards, without Jianchen's orders, he took the initiative to put all the monster cores in the pouch. Finally, he handed the pouch to Jianchen. He looked at the pouch with some reluctance and said softly, "All the monster cores we have are here."
There were at least a hundred monster cores in the pouch. Half of them were Class 3 monster cores, while the rest were Class 2 monster cores. There were only a few Class 1 monster cores.
Jianchen accepted the pouch and directly tossed it into his spatial belt. He said, "I, Jianchen, am a man of my word. You can all leave."
Afterwards, the scarred man didn't say anything else and left with the group in low spirits.
Looking in the direction that they had left, Jianchen let out a long breath. He lazily leaned against a large tree behind him and muttered, "These past few days have been quite tiring. However, although it's been quite tiring, the harvest has been quite bountiful. The monster cores I've collected these past few days should be enough for me to cultivate for a long time. Ai, I don't even know if I should thank the Tianxiong clan or hate them."
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