Cheng Mingxiang's expression became serious. At this moment, facing a new student who had just become a Saint a few days ago, this was the first time he had to face him properly.
"Cheng Mingxiang, since you've injured my big brother, then don't even think about leaving here unscathed." Jianchen coldly stared at Cheng Mingxiang.
Cheng Mingxiang coldly snorted and arrogantly said, "Changyang Shōten, I admit that I've underestimated you. But if you want to keep me here, then you don't have the ability to do so."
Jianchen sneered as he looked at Cheng Mingxiang with a trace of disdain, "Whether I have the ability or not, you'll know once you try!" As soon as his voice fell, Jianchen's wrist shook slightly. Under his skillful control, the Light Wind Sword broke free from the stalemate with Cheng Mingxiang's greatsword and fiercely slammed into Cheng Mingxiang's greatsword.
"Clang!"
With the sound of metal colliding, Cheng Mingxiang's greatsword was directly knocked to the side by the Light Wind Sword. Jianchen's greatsword was only two fingers thick, but it contained a frightening amount of power. Cheng Mingxiang's hand that was holding the greatsword was numb from the impact.
At the same time, Jianchen's Light Wind Sword left a trail of silver light in the air as it pierced towards Cheng Mingxiang's chest at an extremely fast speed.
Cheng Mingxiang was shocked. Jianchen's sword was so fast that he couldn't even see it coming. In his eyes, all he could see was a silver streak of light shooting towards him at an incredible speed. It was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
The tip of the Light Wind Sword pierced through Cheng Mingxiang's uniform and directly into his chest. But under Jianchen's control, it didn't go too deep.
When Cheng Mingxiang felt a sharp pain in his chest, he immediately reacted and quickly retreated. As he retreated, Jianchen pulled out the sword that had pierced his chest.
Cheng Mingxiang looked at his chest that was stained red with blood. His eyes revealed a trace of fear. At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Jianchen's sword that was so fast that he couldn't dodge it. He swore that since he was a child, this was the fastest sword he had ever seen. At the same time, he was also shocked by Jianchen's strength. He really couldn't understand how a new student who had just become a Saint could have such strength.
Jian Chen didn't plan on letting Cheng Mingxiang go so easily. Using a mysterious footwork, he appeared in front of Cheng Mingxiang like a ghost. The Light Wind Sword in his hand turned into a silver ray of light as it slashed across Cheng Mingxiang's chest.
"Ah!"
Cheng Mingxiang let out a miserable scream, only to see that there was already a bloody wound on his chest. The wound spread from the left side of his chest all the way to the right side. The wound was so deep that bones could be seen. Bright red blood surged out, and in the blink of an eye, his school uniform was dyed red.
Jianchen's eyes were still filled with anger. He continued to dance with the Light Wind Sword, adding more and more wounds to Cheng Mingxiang's body.
Cheng Mingxiang's mouth continued to let out blood-curdling screams. The arrogance on his face had long since disappeared. Facing Jianchen's extremely fast sword technique, he simply couldn't dodge. His body didn't even have the strength to resist. Jianchen's sword technique was simply too fast in his eyes. Every stab seemed to have turned into a ray of light, making it impossible for him to see clearly. Although his Saint Force was much stronger than Jianchen's, he didn't even have the opportunity to use it. He had completely lost the ability to fight back.
The wounds on Cheng Mingxiang's body continued to increase. Each wound looked hideous and terrifying, so deep that the bones could be seen. His originally clean school uniform was not only cut with a few long tears, but the entire set of school uniform was gradually dyed blood-red. Moreover, the red range was constantly expanding.
Seeing Cheng Mingxiang, who was the strongest amongst them, unable to resist at all, the surrounding students were all dumbstruck. They stared blankly at Cheng Mingxiang, who constantly let out cries of agony. Their faces were filled with disbelief as they stared at Cheng Mingxiang, who had completely overturned everything they knew.
Luo Jian was the first to react. Although he was also shocked by Jianchen's strength, when he saw that there were more than ten of his companions around him who were at least Primary Saints, he couldn't help but feel emboldened. He immediately roared, "Everyone attack together! No matter how strong he is, he is only one person. Don't tell me that with so many of us here, we are afraid of him!" Saying that, a light green greatsword appeared in Luo Jian's hand. With a roar, he took the lead and charged towards Jianchen.
Hearing Luo Jian's words, the other dozen or so students came back to their senses. Looking at their companions, the fear in their hearts from Jian Chen's display of strength was swept away. Next, huge swords, axes, sabers, spears, and many other weapons appeared in the hands of the dozen or so people. They then aggressively charged towards Jian Chen.
Jianchen's eyes flashed with a cold light. Facing more than ten people who were not any weaker than him, he did not retreat. Instead, he took the initiative to charge into their encirclement. The Light Wind Sword in his hand turned into a silver light as it pierced towards the chest of one of the students.
"Pu!"
Jianchen's Light Wind Sword easily pierced through the student's chest. His sword was so fast that it was not something that a group of inexperienced students could block.
"Ha!"
"Go to hell!"
At the same time, Jianchen was also surrounded by more than ten people. More than ten Saint Weapons emitted strong energy fluctuations as they attacked Jianchen from all directions.
Jianchen's face revealed a trace of a cold smile. The Light Wind Sword in his hand emitted a misty sword aura as it emitted a strong and sharp Sword Qi. Following that, Jianchen's right arm turned into a blur as he stabbed the Light Wind Sword in all directions with lightning speed. Every time he stabbed out, Jianchen would accurately hit a weapon. In this short period of time, Jianchen had already stabbed out more than ten times.
"Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!"
A series of clanging sounds of metal colliding rang out in the air. The sounds had already merged into one, as if there was only one sound.
When the Light Wind Sword in Jianchen's hand collided with the Saint Weapons, the faces of those who were attacking Jianchen, including Luo Jian, changed. They all took a few steps back as their hands that were holding onto their weapons began to tremble. Although Jianchen's sword looked very small, the power that was hidden within it was very large. When these ten people first collided with Jianchen's sword, their arms were already numb from the impact of the collision.
Even after blocking the attacks of more than ten people, Jian Chen's expression didn't change at all. His movements didn't stop at all. His feet moved in a mysterious pattern as he shuttled back and forth between the dozen people. The Light Wind Sword in his hand danced at an extremely fast speed, gradually forming a silvery white sword light in front of him. Within the sword light, one could faintly see thousands of sword images floating in the air before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Following Jianchen's ghostly movements, screams of pain could be heard coming from the battlefield. The miserable screams caused those who were not mentally strong to feel a chill run down their spine.
The blood-soaked Changyang Hu stood to one side in a daze. He stared blankly at Jian Chen, who constantly changed positions and moved around like a ghost, and at the miserable cries of over a dozen students. At that moment, his mind seemed to have stopped working. He had completely lost the ability to think.
At this moment, the ten students were all lying on the ground, their pale faces filled with pain. Originally, they were wearing a clean and pristine uniform, but now, there were multiple tears. Each tear was dripping with blood, staining the school uniform red. Moreover, as the white light continued to flash on their bodies, the number of wounds on their bodies quickly increased. Initially, it was the upper half of their bodies, but it gradually spread to their thighs. In the end, their entire bodies were covered with terrifying wounds. The blood that was gushing out from their wounds was like a fountain, quickly turning them into people covered in blood.
Jianchen quickly circled around the ten students. In his hands, the Light Wind Sword continuously slashed at the bodies of the ten students, causing blood and torn clothes to fly into the air.
Changyang Hu's injuries had greatly affected Jianchen's heart. Towards these ten students from the same school, Jianchen did not kill them, but he would definitely not let them off so easily. If these ten people were not from the same school as Jianchen, and if Jianchen was not worried about bringing too much trouble to his family, he would definitely not hesitate to kill them.
"Senior Changyang Shōten, spare me, spare me, I won't dare to do it again."
"Senior Changyang Shōten, please let us off this time, we won't dare to do it again."
Finally, someone could no longer bear the hellish torture and begged for mercy in a pleading tone. With someone taking the lead, the people behind began to beg for mercy one by one. However, there were still a few stubborn people who gritted their teeth and persisted. It was not that they did not think of running away, but whether it was their thighs or their right arms, they were all covered with terrifying wounds. Even the slightest movement would cause them to grit their teeth in pain, not to mention running away. At the very least, they did not have the willpower to endure this kind of heart-wrenching pain.
Jianchen gradually stopped. His face was still as cold as before. His face was not red, and he was not panting. However, the Light Wind Sword in his hand was already stained with blood.
Jianchen's body was like a tall and straight mountain as he stood in the middle of the field. His pair of eyes seemed to be able to steal a person's soul as they flashed with a cold light. He slowly swept his gaze over the ten students lying on the ground and said: "I can let you go, but tell me, who was it that injured my big brother?"
"It was young master Cheng, Luo Jian, and Ka Diyun …"
"Yes, it was the three of them who injured Changyang Hu …"
"Changyang Hu was injured by the three of them, we did not even make a move …"
The ten youths scrambled to be the first to speak, as if they were afraid that Jianchen would be dissatisfied if they were too slow. At this moment, they no longer had any thoughts of taking revenge on Jianchen, and some of them even regretted participating in this mission.
Among them, only half of them had their cores stolen by Jianchen in the forest. The other half had no enmity with Jianchen and were only gathered by Cheng Mingxiang.
Jianchen's eyes flashed with a cold light as he turned to look at Cheng Mingxiang, Luo Jian, and Ka Diyun. His eyes flashed with killing intent.
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