Watching Xue Jing pick up a hard stone slightly larger than his palm, and carefully dusting off the dirt on it, Miao Miao's mouth twitched as she spoke:
"Jing, why do you like throwing stones so much?"
Xue Jing weighed the smooth stone in his hand, smiled, and said, "Because the stone was just there."
Miao Miao retorted, "Are you a mountain climber or sothing... That's not a very auspicious thing to say."
The mountaineer George Mallory, who famously responded with "Because it's there" when asked why he wanted to climb, later died on Mount Everest.
Xue Jing looked towards the rapidly approaching figures in the distance and murmured softly:
"Don't worry, I've read my own fortune, and I'm in for a spell of great luck, tough as nails."
Miao Miao covered her face with her paw and sighed, "That's so unreliable..."
Skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and blood all coordinated as the spiral of the Essence of Mystery gathered Power in his right hand.
With a squeeze of his palm, the hard stone was instantly rubbed into sharp, distinct grains of debris.
"True Dragon Star Swarm!"
It was a teor shower that pierced through all.
Reversing and ascending, each one enveloped in a powerful spiral gale, possessing the might to rival or even surpass armor-piercing rounds.
The eight Dragon Cult mbers soared through the sky, and from afar they saw the teor fragnts, which covered entire dozens of ters. In their field of vision, it was nearly a sky-obscuring calamity.
"Spread out, quick, spread out!"
The leader was shocked and imdiately shouted out an order.
But it was too late; even the propagation of sound took ti.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft——!!"
Five of the mbers, unable to react in ti, were hit as if by countless cannonballs, and were imdiately blown into pieces, with not even a fragnt larger than a thumb to be found.
Of the remaining three, the leader extended his right arm, and from his right sleeve, countless slender shadows erged, rapidly twisting in the air to shatter all incoming teor fragnts.
The other two used their hands to shield their heads, their black robes blasted to pieces, revealing their true forms.
They were tall with knotted muscles, and their bodies were covered in densely packed, neatly arranged black scales. Both of their hands and feet had large, sharp claws unlike any human's, and their faces bore so triangular snake-like features, with dark gold vertical pupils in their eyes.
The leader clicked his tongue:
"These useless fools who aren't up to snuff... You two go first."
The two 'Snake People' nodded and accelerated swiftly, shooting towards the center of the park.
The leader, thoughtful, looked at the figure in the distance covered in Shadowfla Wrap Armor, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
"So he's not a re Martial Artist... Is he also a Blessed One?"
Xue Jing, watching the two 'Snake People' approach at high speed, held the Green Cube in his left hand, hanging down naturally, and turned one of the Magic Cube's layers with his index finger.
A vortex of green light appeared in his palm, and then his right hand reached into it.
As if pulling a knife from a sheath at his waist, he suddenly drew out the two-ter-three long Forgotten Greatsword and swung it out, emitting a terrifyingly dull pressure sound.
It was as though calculated, just as the Snake People got close, Xue Jing's arc-shaped sword slash sweep included them within its range.
"Bang—"
The ancient, massive blade first struck one of them at the waist, carrying the body as it continued to sweep, and collided with the other.
"Bang—crack—"
The sound of bones breaking resonated, and the two Snake People were flung aside faster than their arrival, like cannonballs shattering trees, stone benches, and fountains in the park, flying more than a hundred ters away, leaving chaos in their wake.
The Dragon Cult leader's eyelids twitched at the sight.
This level of combat power... It was sowhat beyond his expectations.
However, Xue Jing was unaware of his thoughts, and seeing that his strike was successful, planned to follow up on his victory. In a flash, trailing colorful flas, he covered a hundred ters in an instant, arriving close to the two Snake People.
At that mont, the two Snake People were piled on top of each other, embedded in the wall of a public toilet. Xue Jing, gripping the greatsword larger than himself, raised it high overhead, intending to brutally smash the two of them into four pieces.
But just then, sothing stirred in his mind, and he subconsciously abandoned his original plan. Instead, he held the Forgotten Greatsword horizontally and made a 'thrusting' motion.
Inner Strength circulated within him, undergoing extrely complex changes. Corresponding to the outside world, Xue Jing, holding the Forgotten Greatsword, jabbed five tis in the blink of an eye, the speed absurdly fast, not at all like the movent a sword of such size could make.
Although the tip of the giant sword wasn't particularly sharp, it still had the shape of a sword point, with a small area of force.
Under these five thrusts, one of the Snake People's limbs were imdiately severed, and a large through-and-through hole appeared in the chest and abdon.
"Hiss, hiss—!!"
His dark gold vertical pupils widened, his mouth opened revealing sharp fangs and a slithering snake tongue, as he let out a hoarse and unpleasant scream.
"This is..."
Xue Jing looked at the Forgotten Greatsword in his hands with so disbelief.
Just for a mont, he had the illusion that he was treating the giant sword in his hand as a Nine Chi Great Spear.
Subconsciously, he used a bit of the 'Impeccable' Combat Skills he had learned in the Consciousness Space.
The result was... he really treated the Forgotten Greatsword as a long spear and successfully thrust out five strikes of 'Impeccable.'
In the midst of battle, there wasn't ti to ponder what this phenonon ant.
Xue Jing swept with his sword, flashing past, and decapitated the Snake Person he had turned into a human stick.
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