CHAPTER 712: CHAPTER 708: WHY SERVE OTHERS?

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The stick was casually snapped off a tree by Xie Jingchen, and naturally, one would think wood couldn’t match a sharp blade!

But, it all depends on who is using it!

With a deadpan face, Xie Jingchen sneered, wrapped spiritual power around the stick, making it more handy than fine steel. The first time it clashed with the Willow Leaf Saber, the heavy ’clang’ almost made the person wearing the Evil Ghost Mask dumbfounded.

Damn—what happened to the ’stick’?

This was beyond scientific understanding. Had they not seen it with their own eyes that Xie Jingchen had snapped it off a tree, they would have thought that what he held was not a wooden stick, but a metal rod disguised as a stick!

"Let’s all attack together! You alone are no match!"

Provoking his opponents, Xie Jingchen raised his stick, moving at a speed faster than the eye could see. In an instant, before the Evil Ghost Mask could react, he had already moved close to his side and swung the stick rapidly horizontally, striking "bang bang bang" three times, heavily hitting his waist.

Just one strike was enough to overcome the Evil Ghost Mask, sending his body flying sideways like a thrown object.

After passing out, the peach leaf knife in the hands of the Evil Ghost Mask was tossed into mid-air. Xie Jingchen, with a tiger-like glance, swiftly caught the floating Willow Leaf Saber, his agile body still hanging in mid-air, he sneered coldly and looked around, under the astonished gaze of the spectators, raised the Willow Leaf Saber to chop the other stick in his hand—

Immediately, the stick in mid-air was divided into several segments, and if one had sharp eyes, they could see it was exactly cut into eighteen spiked sections.

And then, thrown by Xie Jingchen into mid-air, he tightened his grip on the saber handle, gathering strength, and flung the falling wood spikes like swinging a bat, hurling them at eighteen different directions!

Each direction was where a hidden black-cloaked figure was located!

With this move, Xie Jingchen instantly made clear to his enemies: there’s no use hiding, I already know where you are!

Eighteen wood spikes, none missed!

The heaviest struck a black-cloaked man in the eye, even a Shura mask couldn’t block it, accurately striking him down to the ground, the lightest merely grazed the arm of a black-cloaked man, causing no major wound, making him the luckiest.

Most were struck in the chest, thigh, and other areas.

Only one black-cloaked man, if he had moved slightly, would have been hit in the groin area, this man got the worst fright, falling directly to the ground, the impact was so shocking that he wet himself.

As a man, who does not value that area? If that functionality was destroyed, that would be even more unfortunate than being blinded in one eye!

Xie Jingchen’s provocative move truly shocked all eighteen black-cloaked men.

The first and most vicious was the Evil Ghost Mask, he was the leader of the eighteen black-cloaked men and also the strongest in terms of combat.

But he was merely swept pick by Xie Jingchen’s ’stick’, struck thrice in the waist, and as he fell, his life signs weakened, not even having the chance to groan before he was defeated by Xie Jingchen.

It was hard to imagine, this Evil Ghost Mask, seen as a true backbone among the eighteen black-cloaked men, was so easily defeated by Xie Jingchen.

Eighteen black-cloaked men, four ruined, only thirteen remaining able to fight, one of them still stunned and confused.

The thirteen black-cloaked men looked at each other, all deciding at once, to swarm him!

Xie Jingchen was already prepared, wielding the Willow Leaf Saber, using the same weapon, one by one, he blocked their stabs, flicks, sweeps, and chops.

""""There were thirteen opponents. If the area was large, Xie Jingchen could still swing his saber freely. But the opponents were not all fools. While fighting, they were also narrowing the encirclement. By the time they had nearly completely surrounded Xie Jingchen, only nine men in black remained.

At that moment, Xie Jingchen was still unscathed. Not even his combat clothes were torn!

If it were not for the dishonorable men in black who were scared to the point of using firearms, Xie Jingchen might have continued to defeat them with his cold weapons.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three consecutive shots. Only the first bullet tore the clothes on Xie Jingchen’s arm, but it killed a man in black fighting close behind him.

One shot to the heart; with just a ’puff’, he fell to the ground, never to rise again.

The next two shots didn’t even touch Xie Jingchen’s clothes, but they hit another companion of the men in black, this one luckier, being only hit in the shoulder.

"Damn it!" Curses flew amongst the men in black for a moment.

Now down from nine companions to seven, Xie Jingchen swung his sword even faster, dispatching three men in black as they cursed.

Now, only four of the men in black remained, but they too bore numerous saber wounds, drenched in the stench of blood.

If not for their black attire, they would have looked like bloodied men. Even so, the stench of blood on them was overwhelmingly foul, causing Xie Jingchen to furrow his brows and instantly raise his spiritual power, instinctively taking measures to block out the foul smell!

Country of Small People, a place of shameless scheming surely.

Indeed, Xie Jingchen’s intuition, which was extremely sensitive and useful, would clarify things afterward.

He had just prepared himself when he suddenly felt his spiritual power buzz as if it had been damaged, shrinking to half in an instant!

This lasted only a moment, merely the duration of a breath. [A breath spans approximately three to four seconds.]

"..." Xie Jingchen suddenly looked up, his tiger-like eyes instantly capturing—

The moment he retaliated against the men in black who had fired, he noticed a monk, resembling one from H country, emerging from the opposite woods.

Unlike the men in black in their dark attire, this monk was clad in white, looking seemingly decent.

Under Xie Jingchen’s radar-like vision, the monk’s exposed dark grey skin, the lifeless look in his eyes, and his pupils casting a faint red glow, he observed and tested Xie Jingchen with a sinister gaze, like a wild beast sizing up its prey.

"Heh, so there really is someone like you." Xie Jingchen said cautiously, his voice low.

He only felt a ’prick’ in his spiritual power, and after getting over this sudden probe, his spiritual power spread out once more, his eyes fiercely fixed on the other party.

Calling him a monk didn’t seem right, as the monk’s hair was too long, and even the sanctity of his white robe couldn’t mask the malevolence in his eyes; it might be better to call him ’Evil Monk.’

"My lord, with your abilities, why subject yourself to the use of others!" The Evil Monk faced Xie Jingchen with a ’holy’ expression.

His words, however, targeted Xie Jingchen’s ’lack of ambition’, revealing a deep regret like that of hating iron for not becoming steel.

Once the Evil Monk spoke, Xie Jingchen realized that this person could not be a native of his country.

Understanding this, Xie Jingchen had no more hesitation and elevated his spiritual power to its utmost—""