Jinyiwei: Starting by Killing a Traitorous Superior – Chapter 12

Ch 12: Incoming

The reason why Jiang Chen was able to make such significant progress in such a short period of time was not only due to the assistance of the Small Revitalizing Pill, but also to the characteristics of the Five Tigers Severing Blade technique itself.

Unlike those complicated, lengthy, and obscure cultivation methods, the Five Tigers Severing Blade emphasizes being powerful, overbearing, concise, and practical.

Its moves are not complex, but each one is extremely powerful and directly hits vital points.

This direct and effective combat method allowed Jiang Chen to comprehend its essence faster during cultivation, thereby reaching the Perfected state.

If it had been a Mystic Grade, or even a higher-level Earth Grade blade technique, the effect of this Small Revitalizing Pill would not have been so great.

Just as he was wholeheartedly practicing the blade, immersing himself in the saber intent of the Five Tigers Severing Blade,

Suddenly, an unspeakable chill quietly crept up his spine. It was a warning from his intuition that a cold gaze was spying on him from the shadows.

“Who is it?”

Jiang Chen’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately sheathed his saber, his movements clean and neat, without the slightest hesitation.

He stopped his movements, and his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle’s, vigilantly scanning his surroundings, trying to capture the sense of being watched that was lurking in the dark.

Although this courtyard was not large, and could even be said to be somewhat simple, its advantage was its compact layout, making everything clear at a glance.

Therefore, when his gaze swept over every corner, no movement could escape his eyes.

So, he immediately saw the black figure standing steadily on the ridge of his house, with a lithe posture, as if blending into the night. If Jiang Chen’s cultivation had not been good, and he had not been in an alert state, it would have been difficult to detect.

The peeping person was wearing a night suit, with a black veil covering his face, only revealing a pair of cold eyes, watching him from above, with both curiosity and a hint of imperceptible hostility in his eyes.

“Esteemed One, who are you? What brings you here late at night?”

Jiang Chen asked in a deep voice.

“Such keen perception, worthy of being a martial artist of the Xiantian Realm.”

“Who are you?”

Jiang Chen said with a tight grip on his long saber, wary.

Because the number above this person’s head was even more terrifying than Han Fei’s, reaching a terrifying 756.

“Boy, you listen to me.”

The burly man with a ferocious face, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, revealed a threatening look in his eyes.

“I’ll give you a chance to live. Like Li Chengqi, continue to transport blood slaves for us. As long as you are obedient, I can let you off today.”

His words were full of unquestionable dominance, as if Jiang Chen’s fate was in his hands.

As he spoke, he slowly spread out his palm, and a red pill lay quietly in his palm. The pill was brightly colored, but it exuded an ominous aura. At a glance, it was clear that it was not a good thing, and it was likely some kind of mind-controlling or highly poisonous drug.

However, facing this blatant threat, Jiang Chen did not show the slightest fear.

His eyes were cold, and the corner of his mouth curled into a mocking smile, as if he were watching a big joke.

“This thing, ah, I think you should keep it for your mother to eat.”

Jiang Chen sneered, his tone full of disdain.

“How dare you!” The man roared, his voice like a bell, shaking the surrounding air.

His figure swayed, like a roc spreading its wings, leaping down from a high place, his movements swift and fierce, with an unstoppable momentum.

The long sword at his waist was instantly unsheathed, the sword light was like lightning, fleeting, and aimed directly at Jiang Chen’s vitals.

“Grandmaster Realm martial artist, no wonder he’s so arrogant.”

Jiang Chen muttered to himself, but his eyes became more determined.

He knew very well that Grandmaster Realm martial artists were the best of the best in the martial world, with extraordinary strength. Although he also had some skills, he was still inferior compared to them.

However, facing a strong enemy, he had no fear at all, but was full of fighting spirit.

As he spoke, the long saber in Jiang Chen’s hand was ready to strike.

His figure moved slightly, like a swimming dragon leaving the sea. The long saber slashed towards the oncoming sword light with a whistling sound.

At this moment, he seemed to have merged with the long saber, his saber intent was awe-inspiring, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

The saber and sword met, and there was a loud “clang”, and sparks flew from the metal collision.

However, what was shocking was that the Embroidered Spring Blade in Jiang Chen’s hand was directly cut off by a sword in this strike.

The blade was broken, the saber light dissipated, leaving only a deep crack, showing the sharpness of the long sword.

Jiang Chen’s face suddenly became extremely ugly.

But there was nothing strange about this. After all, what Jiang Chen was holding was just an ordinary Embroidered Spring Blade that was equipped by a Jinyiwei warrior. Although it was considered sharp, its quality and power were ultimately limited in a duel between real experts.

On the other hand, the weapon in his hand was a genuine Yellow Grade ━ Low Rank precious sword. The sword flashed with a faint cold light, revealing a soul-stirring sharpness.

Therefore, when these two weapons collided fiercely in the air, the result was almost obvious.

With one sword strike, Jiang Chen’s Embroidered Spring Blade was easily cut off. The break was smooth, and the sword mark was clear, which showed the sharpness of the precious sword and the profound skill of the sword holder.

“Boy, your saber is broken, what else can you use to fight me?”

Seeing this, a hint of smugness appeared on the man’s face, and the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer, as if he already had victory in his grasp and saw the end of Jiang Chen’s defeat.

His eyes were full of contempt, as if Jiang Chen was an insignificant ant in his eyes.

“Has no one ever told you that villains die from talking too much?”

Jiang Chen’s voice was cold. As he said these words, his figure was like an arrow leaving the string, and he suddenly rushed towards the sword-wielding man.

His movements were swift and decisive. Although he was empty-handed, he exuded a palpitating sense of oppression.

As if at this moment, he had put life and death aside, only for a sure-kill strike.

Seeing this, a look of astonishment flashed in the man’s eyes.

But after all, he was also a battle-hardened expert, and his reaction was extremely fast. Almost at the same time as Jiang Chen rushed over, he had already swung his sword to slash at Jiang Chen.

The sword light was like lightning, and its momentum was like a rainbow, as if to split Jiang Chen in two.

However, Jiang Chen did not dodge, but directly stretched out two fingers.

These two fingers seemed slender and weak, but they seemed to contain infinite power.

At the moment when the sword light was about to reach him, he gently pinched with his two fingers, and actually clamped this extremely sharp precious sword firmly between his fingers.

The moment the precious sword was clamped, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a crisp sound.

The man’s face changed drastically. He found that he could not pull back this precious sword.

No matter how hard he tried, the precious sword seemed to be clamped by two mountains, and it remained motionless.