The Brilliant Fighting Master

The Commander of Holy Wind’s weapon was an iron spear that didn’t look too heavy. It was long and thin, with a two-foot-long head that looked like a blade and felt light and sharp.

The brutal power carried by the rushing spear created a great wind.

When he had taken one step forward, the wind reached its limit and caused an explosion. Flying across the sky, the Commander of Holy Wind came up to Jiang Chen in an instant with his spear.

The spear was emotionless. A considerable power was generated when it was pierced forward. Thousands of wind blades were released instantly.

“He’s so fierce!” The soldiers in the Reaching Heaven State on the spot were all intimidated by the attack, which was as fast as lightning. Even Murong Long, who had been hesitating, was amazed.

It occurred to him that the Commander of Holy Wind must have had outstanding skills to be a senior general of the Dragon Rebel Army at such a young age.

He saw the differences, besides the gap of state, from this single spear attack.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Murong Long didn’t stop until he was too tired to continue. The fact that he was thousands of miles away from the valley made him feel safe.

“You’re not going to run again?” a cold voice said from overhead. Murong Long was shocked. He looked up, not believing what he had heard. Then he saw the intimidating figure standing there.

He didn’t know when Jiang Chen had caught up with him, or whether the latter had been following him for a long time.

“What did we say to each other the last time we met?” Jiang Chen said slowly as he landed.

“Let me think… You said I, as a Reaching Heaven State, wasn’t good enough to speak to you, didn’t you? I think I’m good enough now.

“And I said I would kill you the day I became a Venerable.”

Jiang Chen’s voice made Murong Long break out in a cold sweat. He couldn’t even speak.

He said three words after a good while.

“Don’t kill me.”

“Both of us are in the preliminary stage of Martial Venerable. Shouldn’t we have a fight?” Jiang Chen said seriously.

“Don’t kill me,” Murong Long repeated. “I’ll be an important hostage for you. I’ll be of great help for your return to the Dragon Field.”

“Where’s your pride? You weren’t like this in the small world.” Jiang Chen wasn’t joking. He was actually disappointed.

Murong Long was struck dumb. He had lost all of his confidence after so many things had happened.

His teeth had been beaten out when Jiang Chen had still been a Reaching Heaven State.

After becoming a Martial Venerable, Jiang Chen had killed the Commander of Holy Wind, who was a lot stronger than him.

How could Murong Long be a match for him?!

“Jiang Chen, you can’t kill me.”

He was sure Jiang Chen wouldn’t let him go, so he showed his cruel side once again. He took out his scimitar and pointed the tip at himself.

“Because I’ll kill myself.”

Murong Long was going to stab himself, but he suddenly stopped. It wasn’t because of his fear of death, but because death had already come.

“I told you I would kill you with my own hands.”

Standing behind him, Jiang Chen was holding his sword in his left hand. Blood was still dripping from the blade.

Murong Long had a sword wound on his neck. Both his blood and his vitality were flowing away rapidly.

He used his last bit of energy to look back. He saw Jiang Chen’s back, and then the whole world went dark.

“I shouldn’t have!” In the end, he screamed reluctantly. No one knew what he had been referring to.

He shouldn’t have come to the Alien Battlefield? Or he shouldn’t have antagonized Jiang Chen at the very beginning?

Anyhow, it was too late for regrets.