"Coach, take a rest first. There's no need for you to take action against such a minor character," Ming Xiu said as he walked over.
Ming Xiu understood from the side that Book Immortal and company were led by Berserk Sword Immortal. Since Berserk Sword Immortal hadn't moved, Ming Xiu didn't wish for Zhou Wen to appear weak.
Furthermore, after seeing Feng Qiuyan's battle, he himself also felt a little itchy, wanting to try out his own comprehension.
Zhou Wen nodded slightly as Ming Xiu stood in front of Book Immortal. He said with a faint smile, "You don't have to be afraid. Although I'm learning from Coach, I'm much weaker than the previous one. My sword is also much slower than his saber. As long as your reaction isn't too bad, you should be able to withstand it."
Book Immortal no longer underestimated his enemy like Painting Immortal. Although the possibility of another Feng Qiuyan appearing was relatively low, there weren't many existences like Feng Qiuyan among humans.
Among the six families, it was already impressive for each family to produce one or two. Zhou Wen was alone. It was already shocking to have Feng Qiuyan by his side. It was truly unbelievable that there was another expert at the same level.
Even so, Book Immortal didn't underestimate his enemy. He thought to himself, He and that person named Feng Qiuyan were both taught by Zhou Wen. Although one uses a saber and the other uses a sword, they probably take the same path. They should focus on speed. Even if he's bluffing me, his actual sword techniques are faster than Feng Qiuyan's. As long as I don't underestimate my enemy like Painting Immortal, I can withstand it …
Book Immortal understood what was going on. Just as he was about to say something to Ming Xiu, he suddenly saw Ming Xiu draw his sword and stab. The sword was unbelievably fast, almost as fast as Feng Qiuyan's saber.
Ming Xiu's sword speed wasn't slower than Feng Qiuyan's saber. In fact, the first few strikes were slightly faster than Feng Qiuyan's. However, Feng Qiuyan was a battle maniac. The more he fought, the stronger he became. This was something Ming Xiu didn't have.
If Ming Xiu wanted to defeat Feng Qiuyan, he typically had to think of a solution in the first few strikes. After five strikes, if he couldn't defeat Feng Qiuyan, there was basically no need to continue fighting. He would definitely lose.
When Book Immortal saw how fast Ming Xiu's sword was, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly. No matter how scheming you are, it's useless in front of absolute strength.
In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, the Book Immortal summoned a book in his hand. The pages of the book opened up and faced Ming Xiu's sword.
Once the sword was caught by the book, the words in the book would be imprinted on the sword, sealing the sword's power.
"In the end, humans only know how to take advantage of some cheap tricks …" The Book Immortal watched as his book was about to catch Ming Xiu's sword.
However, in the next instant, the Book Immortal's eyes widened. He had clearly calculated the speed and timing, and the Book of Sealing was just in time to catch Ming Xiu's sword.
However, when he closed the book, he realized that Ming Xiu's sword was slower than he had expected. He had already closed the book, but Ming Xiu's sword had yet to arrive.
The Book Immortal wanted to open the book again, but it was already too late. The sword that seemed to be a beat slower suddenly increased in speed, and flashed past like a stream of light.
Puff!
Ming Xiu's sword stabbed into the Book Immortal's chest. The Book Immortal watched helplessly as the sword pierced his face, but his body couldn't dodge. This was because his strength was restricted by the Ancient Corpse, preventing him from using his fastest speed. He couldn't dodge the sword that was already so close to him.
After Ming Xiu's strike succeeded, he instantly retreated. As he advanced and retreated, he was elegant and smooth. It was like a piece of art that was pleasing to the eye.
The Book Immortal wanted to severely injure Ming Xiu at the risk of suffering the strike, but he didn't have the chance. Ming Xiu had already retreated, leaving behind a wound on his chest.
As there was no blood in the Ancient Corpse's body, although his wound looked terrifying, no blood flowed out. This situation had already been noticed by Zhou Wen and company when Feng Qiuyan injured the Book Immortal.
"Thank you for thinking so highly of me. I already said that my sword is very slow. You don't have to be so fast. If you were a little slower, you would have been able to block it." Ming Xiu's sword had already returned to its scabbard as he stood there and said coolly.
The Book Immortal was even more depressed than the Book Immortal from before. At the very least, the Book Immortal had used his Painting Ground Imprisonment Art. However, the Book Immortal hadn't used any of his abilities. He had been defeated for no apparent reason.
Apart from feeling depressed, the Book Immortal and company were even more surprised.
Without a doubt, Ming Xiu was also one of the most talented humans like Feng Qiuyan. However, such human experts were top-notch existences in the other major factions on Earth.
For example, the Holy Spirit Society's Ya and the League of Defender's Xian were existences that even the dimension knew of.
Even if Ming Xiu and Feng Qiuyan were weaker than Ya and Xian, they weren't much weaker. Even Berserk Sword Immortal found it unbelievable that such people were Zhou Wen's students.
He originally imagined that Zhou Wen was the weakest among Wang Mingyuan's disciples. After all, Zhou Wen was alone while the others had their own massive factions.
But now, from the looks of it, just Ming Xiu and Feng Qiuyan had made Zhou Wen a force that couldn't be underestimated.
"Interesting." Only then did Berserk Sword Immortal seriously size up Zhou Wen.
Although Berserk Sword Immortal hadn't advanced to the Apocalypse stage, he had once defeated one. He did have the strength and qualifications to look down on Zhou Wen and Earth.
Originally, Berserk Sword Immortal only wanted a puppet. As for Zhou Wen himself, he wasn't too interested.
But now, Berserk Sword Immortal had no choice but to seriously examine Zhou Wen. To be able to teach students like Ming Xiu and Feng Qiuyan, Zhou Wen's strength didn't seem to match the information he had obtained.
The Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting Immortals looked at each other, momentarily at a loss as to what to do.
Before coming here, they didn't even think much of Zhou Wen. They believed that any one of them could suppress him.
However, now that two immortals had taken action, they had been defeated by Zhou Wen's students. Even though their strength had been suppressed, it still made them feel ashamed.
The Zither Immortal and Chess Immortal hesitated and didn't take action. The Calligraphy and Painting Immortals weren't weaker than them. If they couldn't even defeat Zhou Wen's students, how could the Zither Immortal and Chess Immortal dare to challenge Zhou Wen?
They had seen the scene of Zhou Wen using a Companion Beast to kill the white snake with their own eyes. Their current bodies weren't stronger than the white snake's. If the Ancient Corpse's body was destroyed and exposed to Earth, their bodies would suffer serious injuries.
The four immortals couldn't help but cast their gazes at Berserk Sword Immortal. After all, Berserk Sword Immortal was in charge on this trip. They were only assisting him, so they still had to wait for him to make the decision.
Berserk Sword Immortal looked at Zhou Wen and company. He wasn't as depressed as the four immortals. Instead, he was somewhat excited.
The stronger the people around Zhou Wen, the faster he could establish a new Immortal strength after he controlled them. Now, the strength that Zhou Wen and company displayed was almost enough to fight the League of Defender.
"These people are mine." Berserk Sword Immortal stared at Zhou Wen with a burning gaze.
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