The Brilliant Fighting Master

The Star Chasing Bow was Elder Demon Star’s spiritual weapon. He was from the Evil Cloud Palace and always carried it with him when he left. He had killed many powerful enemies with it.

The spiritual weapon of the Evil Cloud Palace was in the hands of a disciple of the Hero Palace.

No wonder Han Siming and the others were so surprised.

Anyhow, thanks to the magic weapon, Jiang Chen’s fighting power had been greatly enhanced, almost making it comparable to Han Siming’s.

“And we laughed at him. We thought he was the weakest on the team,” someone murmured. The others felt very embarrassed.

Many people looked toward Cheng Qing, wondering what she was thinking.

Cheng Qing was biting her lips. Although she felt ashamed and embarrassed, she couldn’t help but be attracted to Jiang Chen.

His long hair was blowing in the wind, and his handsome face didn’t look as annoying anymore.

He seemed so focused and serious, his deep look calm. It had a soothing charm, just like his sword.

Jiang Chen was so young, but his strength was extraordinary. Her prejudice against him naturally disappeared.

By then, Jiang Chen put a Star Chasing Arrow on the bow and aimed at Yuchi Tian.

“Damn it!” Yuchi Tian, of course, wouldn’t stay there quietly as a target without fighting back. He dashed towards Jiang Chen.

He ran only a couple dozen feet when he was given a good scare after experiencing the power contained in the arrow and the bow.

“Fine! You win!”

Yuchi Tian landed on the ground and ran towards the forest. He was running so fast that others could barely see him. Due to the obstacles, the Star Chasing Arrow couldn’t reach him.

Jiang Chen held his breath and focused his mind, not giving up. He was still aiming at his target.

Whoosh!

He pulled the bowstring back and the Star Chasing Arrow zoomed across the sky. It hit its target in a flash.

The forest where the Star Chasing Arrow had fallen was completely destroyed, as if a terrifyingly giant hand had crushed it.

Jiang Chen, Han Siming, and the others ran towards it and saw Yuchi Tian lying in yellow mud. The ghost holy armor had been smashed. The Star Chasing Arrow had pierced his abdomen.

“What are your last words?”

The radiance of the Red Cloud Sword was surging as Jiang Chen approached him.

“You would have died without that magic weapon!” Yuchi Tian was still reluctant to admit his defeat. He didn’t think it was fair.

“Your state is two clouds higher than mine, and you had ghost holy armor. You’re telling me that it was unfair?” Jiang Chen shook his head, his tone full of disdain.

“You…”

Jiang Chen didn’t give Yuchi Tian the chance to speak. He thrust the Red Cloud Sword into the latter’s chest and took his life.

Han Siming and the rest of the team turned pale when they saw what he had done.

He was so decisive that it was apparent he killed people frequently. The mere thought of his strength frightened those who had sneered at him.

“Jiang Chen, you’ve been developing so quickly!” Han Siming was the most surprised among all of them, since he knew what Jiang Chen’s strength had been like previously.

“I managed to subdue his martial arts techniques, and my Star Chasing Arrow overcame his ghost holy armor.” Jiang Chen wiped the blood off his blade and put it back into the sheath.

“Well, he killed Speedy Wind. He was at least strong enough to be ranked seventy-ninth on List A of the Dragon Rise List. And your rank is twenty places higher again. Maybe next time, you’ll make it into the top fifty.”

Han Siming suddenly thought of what they had talked about before. Jiang Chen would probably challenge him to get into the top fifty.

If that was true, and he really lost, he wouldn’t be angry. Instead, he would regard it as an honor.

“How old are you?” Cheng Qing asked Jiang Chen as he walked over. She looked very serious.

“Nineteen.”

“You’re not even twenty?” Cheng Qing exclaimed.

She didn’t know Jiang Chen hadn’t reached nineteen yet. Strictly speaking, he was only eighteen.

The others were more shocked when they heard his age.

With his age, it wouldn’t be impossible for him to be on the top of the Dragon Rise List one day.

They were more interested in Jiang Chen than the treasure Yuchi Tian was carrying with him.

Not until Jiang Chen started to search the dead body did they remember it.

Jiang Chen recovered a jade bracelet, a spiritual ware used for storage. The space it contained was many times larger than his mustardseed ring.

The treasure he had found in the secret treasure filled half of the space. There were huge amounts of crystals of fire dragon and holy dragon balls.

Jiang Chen looked towards Han Siming. The latter looked towards him, too. They were thinking the same thing: how to best distribute the treasure among these people.

With Yuchi Tian’s strength, even I would find it difficult in a fight against him, because his use of water could subdue my martial arts techniques a lot, and I would have no way to deal with the ghost holy armor at all.

Han Siming said, “So we’ll take a tenth. The rest will all be yours.”

Cheng Qing and others were unhappy with his decision. They did admire Jiang Chen a lot, but a tenth to split between so many people was far from enough.

But looking at their performances in the fight, it was true that they hadn’t been of any help. They hadn’t even been able to bear the secondary influences of Yuchi Tian’s attack.

If it had been them who had fought against Yuchi Tian instead of Jiang Chen, even if they’d had a chance to kill him, they would have had to pay the price for it.

Since the amount of the treasure was huge, a tenth wasn’t actually so little.

Jiang Chen didn’t have any problem with the distribution of the treasure, since it was thanks to Cheng Qing that he had located the man.

He would have even agreed if Han Siming had proposed to divide it equally, but in that case, he would have had to separate from the team. At that point, he would obviously continue working with them.

He put on Yuchi Tian’s jade bracelet and stuffed the big bag he had been carrying inside it.

…

At the same time, on the other side of the secret treasure, another team had occupied a peak.

They were very scattered and had formed a guarded perimeter so that outsiders couldn’t approach.

Screams came from the peak from time to time. “Tell me! What’s your relation to Jiang Chen?!”

Mo Jianfei brandished the iron stick in his hand and hit his captive on the back.

The one screaming was Leng Chuixue, who had already parted with Jiang Cheng.

“He’s from the Hero Palace, while I’m from the Evil Cloud Palace. What relationship could we have?” Leng Chuixue had been severely wounded. Under the torture, he hardly had enough strength to speak.

“So why did he let you go?” Mo Jianfei didn’t believe him at all. He kept hitting Leng Chuixue with the stick.

Leng Chuixue screamed and cursed, “Because he kept his word!”

“You’re courting death!”

This was the last thing Mo Jianfei wanted to hear. He raised the iron stick high in anger.

“Enough,” a voice said, and Mo Jianfei lowered the stick immediately. He greeted the man with respect, “Apprentice Brother Lin.”

Lin Jingyu nodded slightly. He squatted down in front of Leng Chuixue and said, “He kidnapped and injured you. Shouldn’t you get revenge now? Why are you trying so hard to prove his innocence?”

It turned out that Mo Jianfei had finally met Lin Jingyu’s Sword Association team after Jiang Chen had intimidated him, then they had run into Leng Chuixue again. Lin Jingyu had taken him down in person.

Leng Chuixue burst into laughter. Although he was coughing blood, he didn’t stop laughing.

“I see. You want to find an excuse to attack Jiang Chen and steal his treasure!” Leng Chuixue scorned.

Lin Jingyu smiled slightly. He said through holy awareness, “Now that you have no relationship to Jiang Chen, you must hate him, so why don’t you join me?”

“Pah! The Hero Palace is more shameless than even the Evil Cloud Palace.” Leng Chuixue spit on Lin Jingyu’s face.

“How dare you!”

Mo Jianfei was more irritated than Lin Jingyu. He kicked Leng Chuixue’s abdomen, hard.

“Are you sure you won’t join me?” Lin Jingyu wiped the saliva off his face with a silk handkerchief, his expression sullen.

Leng Chuixue stubbornly closed his eyes.