“Senior Brother, it’s this brat! He’s the one who snatched the Essence-Nourishing Pill you wanted!” The Menial Disciple ignored Su Twelve, pointing straight at him as he turned to the sword-carrying youth.
“Brat, you’re quite arrogant! You even dare snatch the pill I reserved?” The sword-carrying youth stared at Su Twelve with an overbearing glare.
In his eyes, this was merely a Qi Condensation first-layer cultivator, and a newcomer who had joined the Sect less than half a year ago at that.
He did not believe the person before him could possibly be his match.
Not just him—the Menial Disciple at his side thought the exact same thing.
“What does your reservation have to do with me? I only took what I deserved!” Su Twelve replied coldly, secretly raising his guard.
The moment these two appeared, he knew today’s matter would not end peacefully.
Fortunately, the sword-carrying youth’s spiritual power, though formidable, was not beyond Su Twelve’s ability to overcome.
Recalling the gains from his recent training, he felt he had the strength to fight back.
Moreover, this was his territory. If things truly went awry, he had other methods.
“Deserved? Brat, don’t say I didn’t warn you! If you know what’s good for you, hand over the pill, kneel down, and call me grandpa three times. Then, we can write this matter off.” The sword-carrying youth snorted coldly, his face full of arrogance.
Before coming, he had already made inquiries. The person before him was an insignificant nobody with a Mixed Spirit Root and no backing in the Sect.
Otherwise, if it were any other disciple, he would not act so brazenly, even if a fight was inevitable.
“Courting death!”
Hearing these words, blood rushed to Su Twelve’s head, his fury instantly igniting.
With a furious shout, he charged at the youth.
“Perfect timing, brat. You fell for it!” The sword-carrying youth curled his lip into a sinister smile.
“Fire Control Art! Strike!”
The sword-carrying youth remained completely composed, raising his hand to launch a fireball.
It was clear he had intended to provoke Su Twelve from the very start.
In life-and-death combat, a restless mind was the greatest taboo.
The fireball was fast and vicious, flying straight toward Su Twelve’s face.
For anyone else, at such a close distance, dodging would be nearly impossible.
But Su Twelve had just mastered two martial arts. Feeling the searing heat radiating from the fireball, his mind instantly calmed.
Tapping his toes lightly against the ground the moment the fireball approached, he leaped several meters to the side.
Using his momentum from the dodge, he surged forward, arriving before the sword-carrying youth in an instant. Gathering fierce power in his palm, he struck out viciously.
“What?!”
“A martial artist?”
The sword-carrying youth and the menial disciple cried out in shock at Su Twelve’s move.
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Compared to the Menial Disciple, the sword-carrying youth clearly possessed rich combat experience.
At the critical moment, he rapidly retreated while his hands formed seals. A powerful gale blew head-on toward Su Twelve.
The gale was fiercer and more erratic than anything Su Twelve could summon with his own Wind Summoning Art.
Struck by the gale, Su Twelve’s figure tilted, and his attack naturally missed.
“Brat, you only learned a few third-rate skills, yet you dare show off before me? Today, I’ll show you that a single realm difference is as vast as a mountain!”
“Fire Control! Wind Summoning!”
His hands formed seals once more, and this time, three fireballs appeared in his palms.
The moment the fireballs left his hands, the youth unleashed another Wind Summoning Art.
Empowered by the gale, the three fireballs roared with intense heat, rushing toward Su Twelve with lightning speed.
Su Twelve did not dare be careless. Executing the Shadowless Phantom Steps, he swayed left and dodged right in midair, barely evading the incoming fireballs.
At the same time, he felt a surge of alarm. If he hadn’t learned those two martial arts, he would likely be dead or severely crippled today.
“This person is only at the Qi Condensation second layer, yet he’s this formidable?”
“But… casting so many spells in one breath, can his True Essence still hold up?”
While dodging, Su Twelve kept a close eye on the sword-carrying youth’s condition.
It was exactly as he expected.
After unleashing so many spells in rapid succession, the youth clearly showed signs of exhaustion.
“How is that possible? You actually dodged an attack like that?!” Panting heavily, the sword-carrying youth wore an ugly expression as he slowly backed away.
It looked as though he realized he couldn’t win and was preparing to flee.
Off to the side, the Menial Disciple was so frightened his legs went weak, groaning inwardly.
No way. Senior Brother Zhao Yu is at the Qi Condensation second layer. He’s actually no match for this brat?
“Eight Extremes Mountain Shatter!”
Su Twelve seized the opportunity with a deep shout, pushing his Shadowless Phantom Steps to the absolute limit.
With veins bulging all over his body, he shot toward the sword-carrying youth like a cannonball.
Both fists tightly clenched, he unleashed the killing strike of the Eight Trigrams Eight Extremes Fist!
At that critical moment, the corners of the sword-carrying youth’s mouth suddenly curled into a victorious smirk.
“Hmph! You dare close in on me? You’re dead!”
As soon as the words fell, the youth suddenly gripped the long sword on his back. Having cultivated for many years, he was far from reckless.
His seemingly mindless squandering of True Essence had been a ploy to make his opponent lower his guard.
“Clang!”
Along with the sharp ring, a dazzling flash of light swept before Su Twelve’s eyes. In that instant, the hairs on his back stood on end, and a profound sense of fatal crisis gripped his heart. This chapter was taken from novelping.com without permission.
Fortunately, he had remained on guard. The moment the white light flared, he cast the Wind Summoning Art upon himself.
Tapping his toes against the ground, the swift wind carried him diagonally into the air.
Swift as a swooping falcon, he landed atop the nearby courtyard wall. The moment his feet touched the bricks, a streak of sword light swept past his previous position, carving a long, narrow gash into the earth.
Su Twelve’s pupils constricted, secretly rejoicing in his own caution.
Had he not dodged in time, that strike would have severed his limbs, if not killed him outright.
After unleashing that sword strike, the youth’s face grew visibly paler.
Holding a two-foot-long sword, he stared at Su Twelve. He forced a calm expression, but inwardly, he was shocked beyond measure.
“How is that possible? What kind of movement skill is that? He actually dodged my fatal strike?”
“Damn it! Is this brat really just a newcomer?”
He had used these tactics to defeat many opponents; even cultivators at the third layer of Qi Condensation had failed to gain the upper hand against him.
Yet today, he had actually suffered a setback at the hands of a little kid.
Standing on the courtyard wall, Su Twelve could tell at a glance that the long sword in his opponent’s hand was extraordinary, making him extremely wary.
However, he knew his cultivation base was inferior. The True Essence in his body could support at most three more spells. If this became a battle of attrition, he had no chance of winning.
Gritting his teeth, he leaped forward, once again closing the distance.
“Courting death!”
Relying on the treasured sword in his hand, the youth was completely unafraid. Channelling his True Essence, another streak of sword Qi surged out.
But in the next second, a swift wind howled. Borrowing the wind to advance, Su Twelve suddenly accelerated and landed directly behind him.
“Bang!”
Su Twelve’s palm slammed a fireball directly into his back.
The searing heat scorched his flesh, while the terrifying physical force sent him flying.
“Pfft!”
The moment he hit the ground, the youth spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked severely injured, his long sword falling to the side.
With quick eyes and faster hands, Su Twelve snatched up the treasured sword. The moment the hilt touched his palm, he could feel its extraordinary quality.
But there was no time to think. A cold light flickered in his eyes as he raised the blade and thrust it toward his opponent.
Although he had never killed anyone, half a year of fighting wild beasts and demon beasts had honed his ferocity.
The opponent had shown no mercy, so he needed to give none in return.
As the sword light approached, the youth’s pupils constricted, his eyes nearly splitting in terror.
“Brat, I will settle this debt with you sooner or later!”
Gritting his teeth, an earth-yellow talisman suddenly appeared in his hand. It was a first-grade Light Escape Talisman!
He poured his True Essence into the paper, and an earth-yellow light instantly enveloped him.
Before Su Twelve could react, the light flashed, and the sword-carrying youth vanished without a trace.