The Brilliant Fighting Master

Relying on his ghost holy armor, Yuchi Hong was running wild. His fist attacks were simple and violent as he flew over.

Jiang Chen replaced his dislocated shoulder while talking. Still using his black knife, he dashed over, carrying thunder.

The two had a huge gap in terms of martial arts techniques, so Jiang Chen managed to dodge his fist and at the same time, struck the ghost holy armor.

Before Yuchi Hong realized what had happened, he had flown hundreds of yards away.

“It’s not going to work.”

This time, Jiang Chen’s attack left a mark on the armor, but it was still trivial.

Yuchi Hong turned around, staring at Jiang Chen coldly. “A Strike Without Permanence!”

“Alas, ghost holy armor is impossible for people under the Venerable level to crack,” the old man murmured.

In his opinion, whatever progress Jiang Chen had made in the last fifteen days, he would be unable to exert it in front of the ghost holy armor.

“Break!” Suddenly, Jiang Chen’s shout came from the sky.

On the ghost holy armor, the place where the sword had left its mark shone brilliantly.

Then with the brilliant light, a cracking sound could be heard.

“Impossible. How?!”

Compared to the others, Yuchi Hong found it more difficult to believe, but it was really happening. Marks caused by the sword were all over the armor. When the cracks grew big enough, the armor broke and fell off of him.

Since it was made of energy, it disappeared in the process of falling.

Without the ghost holy armor, Yuchi Hong looked weak and helpless.

“Sword, go!”

Jiang Chen didn’t bother to speak to him. He brandished his sword once again. The swordsmen around him all opened their eyes wide, trying to see through the secret of his sword attack.

“Is this…?!” Han Siming was the first to figure it out. He was totally shocked.

“His sword is different!” other people also noticed.

All swords, no matter what kind, were sharp and quick.

So was Jiang Chen’s sword, and even sharper and quicker than most swords. But what made it different was that it had something more, yet they couldn’t say what it was. They only felt like it was something gorgeous and couldn’t figure out how Jiang Chen had achieved it.

It was seriously invincible.

“Wait… I’m… the Yuchis…”

Yuchi Hong was panicked, his arrogance gone. He had wanted to scare Jiang Chen off with his background.

However, it hadn’t worked. Before he could finish speaking, the sword had pierced through his heart.

“You’ll be the first person that I regret killing, since your blood has stained my sword.”

Jiang Chen looked at Yuchi Hong, who was desperate and reluctant to accept the reality, and he drew out his sword. He let the latter die and fall without giving him another glance.

Nodding at Yin Shuang and Tianxu, who were on the ground, Jiang Chen started to leave.

“Wait!”

Han Siming suddenly came up to him and said, “I thought it would be impure to combine sword with knife, but now I see your knife technique helps to bring your sword technique to a higher state. Your sword is still a sword, but it’s already a holy sword, rather than an average sword.”

After the compliment, Han Siming said sincerely, “Could you give me some pointers?”

Also a swordsman, he had been completely convinced by Jiang Chen.

The others were surprised. As for Yuchi Hong’s death, it seemed that everyone had forgotten about it.