Jianchen retreated twenty meters before stopping. Now that he was no longer able to maintain his calm, his originally calm face had turned pale.
After all, the difference in strength between him and the middle-aged man was simply too great. He could only rely on his movement skills to contend with the middle-aged man. When he had clashed with the middle-aged man's Saint Weapon, Jianchen had suffered quite a bit. Although the Saint Weapon was not damaged, the middle-aged man's Saint Qi was several times stronger than Jianchen's through the Light Wind Sword. Jianchen's internal organs had been shaken and he had suffered some minor injuries.
The middle-aged man steadied himself and looked at Jianchen with a serious expression. Facing this person who had almost caused him to suffer three times in a row, the middle-aged man did not dare to underestimate him. Although the latter's strength was weak in the eyes of the middle-aged man, his speed was not any slower than his own and his attacks were extremely fast. The middle-aged man's threat was even greater than his own opponents.
However, when the middle-aged man saw Jianchen's condition, he seemed to have understood something. He could not help but laugh and say in a deep voice, "Brat, I admit that your speed is very fast, but in the end, your strength is still too weak." As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man did not give Jianchen any time to catch his breath and once again swung his two meter long glaive at Jianchen.
Because of the Light Wind Sword and the middle-aged man's glaive, Jianchen had suffered some minor injuries. Although these injuries would not have been much of a hindrance to Jianchen under normal circumstances, in this battle against a middle-aged man who was two levels higher than him and had already reached the Intermediate Saint Master level, these injuries were extremely fatal. After all, Jianchen could only rely on his profound movement skills to contend with the middle-aged man when he was in his peak condition. Now that he was injured, Jianchen could not maintain his speed and was gradually becoming more and more difficult to dodge.
After exchanging a few blows with Jianchen, the middle-aged man seemed to have understood that Jianchen's threat to him had decreased by a lot. Thus, he decided to lower his guard against Jianchen and bring out all of his strength. He did not hold back at all as he attacked Jianchen with a speed that was several times faster than before.
As the middle-aged man's attack speed increased, it became more and more difficult for Jianchen to dodge. If Jianchen was in his peak condition, not only would he be able to dodge the middle-aged man's attacks, he would also be able to find the time to counterattack. However, as the middle-aged man's speed increased, every time Jianchen tried to dodge the middle-aged man's attacks, it would become more and more dangerous.
The middle-aged man's attack speed was extremely fast. In just a few breaths of time, he had already launched a few dozen attacks. Now that Jianchen had lost the ability to counterattack, his clothes were already filled with cracks. Traces of blood dyed the edges of the cracks red. From the small traces of blood, it could be seen that the wounds on Jianchen's body were not deep.
A light cyan light flashed in the dark night. The middle-aged man's glaive seemed to be wrapped in a gust of wind as it cut through the night sky at an extremely fast speed towards Jianchen.
Although Jianchen had already tried his best to dodge the glaive, he was still unable to completely dodge it due to his greatly reduced speed. The glaive left a deep wound on Jianchen's chest that was so deep that his bones could be seen. The glaive went through his entire chest, and the blood gushed out and dyed Jianchen's clothes red in a moment.
The middle-aged man smiled ferociously and did not stop at all. Taking advantage of the fact that Jianchen had not pulled away from him, he immediately took a step forward to close the distance between him and Jianchen. His right foot flashed with a light cyan light as he ruthlessly kicked Jianchen's chest with lightning speed.
"Bam!"
Jianchen's body was kicked far away by the middle-aged man like a cannonball. While his body was still in the air, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Jianchen's mouth. His body flew for more than twenty meters, knocking away several bandits along the way before he fell to the ground in a sorry state. Immediately after, another mouthful of blood spurted out from Jianchen's mouth. His face had already become deathly pale.
With a flash of cyan light, the middle-aged man had already crossed over twenty meters and appeared before Jianchen. He sneered at him and said, "I'll give you one last chance. If you tell me how you can display a speed that's no slower than mine with your puny strength, I'll spare your life today. Otherwise, die!" The middle-aged man's eyes flickered with a scorching light. He was extremely tempted by how Jianchen could display a speed that was no slower than his with his puny strength. He desperately wanted to know how to use a secret technique like that. To him who cultivated wind-attributed Saint Force, speed was extremely important. Once he grasped the secret technique, the middle-aged man could not imagine just how fast he would be. However, he was certain that his strength would increase drastically. At that time, his status in the Boundless Bandits would increase drastically.
The middle-aged man felt his blood boil as soon as he thought up to there. He was extremely excited, and even his face became rather excited.
Jianchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up. He stared coldly at the excited middle-aged man.
The man could not help but sneer, "I'm afraid you don't have the ability." Even though he was quite injured, Jianchen did not show any fear towards the middle-aged man who was more powerful than him.
As he said that, Jianchen made some slight adjustments to his body. He was completely relaxed now, as if he was completely defenseless. His right hand that gripped his sword loosened slightly as well. He seemed completely defenseless right now, not like he was in the middle of a battle at all.
Jianchen's words caused the middle-aged man's face to darken. He coldly snorted and said, "Brat, with your current strength, you don't have the qualifications to boast like that. Since you don't want to speak, then I'll have to make you suffer." As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man waved his large glaive towards Jianchen's right shoulder.
Facing the middle-aged man's glaive, Jianchen did not make any movements to dodge. Instead, he raised his sword and met the glaive head-on. Although the speed of the glaive was incomparably fast, it gave people a feeling that it was as light as a feather. It was completely different from the ferocious killing intent from before.
When the Light Wind Sword and the glaive collided, there wasn't a single sound. The two weapons made contact without a single sound. The seemingly soft Light Wind Sword was like a maggot attached to a bone as it stuck tightly to the glaive. Using a very ingenious method, it caused the glaive to deviate from its original path of attack. It circled around in the air a few times, completely removing the terrifying force from the glaive. Then, it led the glaive to the side, causing the glaive to land on the ground next to it.
The middle-aged man's face slightly changed as he looked at Jianchen with a bit of surprise. This was because just a moment ago, he had actually lost control of his glaive. If such a strange thing happened to an opponent who was stronger than him, then it wouldn't be a big deal. But this time, his opponent was much weaker than him. This was something that the middle-aged man could not accept.
"What kind of Battle Skill is that?" The middle-aged man asked in surprise.
"Tai Chi Sword Technique." Jianchen replied. He wasn't proficient in Tai Chi Sword Technique, but he had interacted with the experts of the Wu Dang Sect many times in his previous life. This allowed him to gradually understand the principles behind Tai Chi Sword Technique. At this moment, his strength was not as good as the middle-aged man's and he was already at the end of his rope. Jianchen had no choice but to use the Tai Chi Sword Technique that he wasn't proficient in to defend himself.
The Taiji Sword Technique was about using softness to overcome hardness, using stillness to overcome the strong, and it also contained the ability to move a thousand kilograms with little effort. It was indeed extremely helpful to Jian Chen's current predicament. However, the only flaw was that Jian Chen only had a superficial understanding of the Taiji Sword Technique. He was not proficient in it. After all, he was skilled with the sword, but even so, it was enough for Jian Chen to last a while against the middle-aged man.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned in thought. He then shook his head slightly and murmured, "Tai Chi Sword Technique? I've never heard of it." Afterwards, the middle-aged man looked at Jianchen again. His eyes flickered with an indescribable light as he chuckled coldly, "Kid, I never thought that you would know so many Battle Skills even though you're not strong. Looks like it would be a pity to kill you with a single glaive. I should capture you and bring you back. I'm sure this would be a great contribution." With that, the middle-aged man attacked again. The glaive in his hand was filled with powerful Saint Force as it attacked Jianchen. He had already made up his mind to capture Jianchen today no matter what. The middle-aged man did not pay much attention to the Tai Chi Sword Technique that could divert his attacks. What really interested him was Jianchen's secret technique of using speed.
Afterwards, Jianchen barely managed to contend with the middle-aged man with the Tai Chi Sword Technique that he was not very familiar with. With the mysteries of the Tai Chi Sword Technique, Jianchen was able to nullify all of the middle-aged man's attacks. At the same time, the middle-aged man was unable to control his glaive due to the guidance of the Tai Chi Sword Technique.
Before Jianchen's Tai Chi Sword Technique, the middle-aged man's great strength seemed to be non-existent. However, Jianchen was not as relaxed as he seemed on the surface. Although the Tai Chi Sword Technique allowed him to overcome hardness with gentleness, he needed to use his full strength to nullify the terrifying force of the glaive as he had just become a Saint. As a result, Jianchen seemed to be relaxed when blocking the middle-aged man's attacks, but it was actually extremely difficult.
However, Jianchen could only use the Tai Chi Sword Technique to temporarily protect himself. He could not fight back at all. He could only block without any chance of winning. If it were not for the fact that the middle-aged man had forced him into a corner, Jianchen would never have used the Tai Chi Sword Technique that he was not very familiar with.
After clashing with Jian Chen a few times, a sliver of anger gradually appeared on the middle-aged man's face. Not only would his attacks be nullified by someone who was much weaker than him in a wondrous manner, he would even lose control over his weapon. This was definitely a humiliation to the middle-aged man.
"Bastard, I don't believe that I can't do anything to you today." The middle-aged man flew into a rage out of humiliation. He finally could not help but curse. As he cursed, his attacks became even more ferocious.
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