Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 146 - 144: True Core Realm, Bring it on! (Two in One)_2

Chapter 146: Chapter 144: True Core Realm, Bring it on! (Two in One)_2

Such clever combat tactics!

And Zhang San indeed thought so.

He had seen the members of Pure Stream Sword Sect before; to be honest, those four in white were just giveaways.

The four in black must be disciples of the Book and Sword Hall, so it was necessary to be cautious of their assassination methods.

However, because there were grudges between the two groups, even after he had established a terrain advantage, they still attacked from the left and right in two waves, rather than spreading out to attack him individually.

Zhang San knew that if they dispersed and attacked him from all angles, he would be in trouble.

But now it seemed, these people were really just giveaways!

Standing atop a large tree, Zhang San kept suppressing them with Wind Blades and combined them with the Wood Method to create obstacles with vines. Soon, two disciples were entangled by his vines around their necks, and then he flung them out.

As the two landed heavily on the ground, sharp wooden spikes grew out from under the floor tiles they had turned into.

The two wanted to rush up again but were stopped by the elders of the Pure Stream Sword Sect.

They had already lost just now; if Zhang San had released the wooden spikes a bit earlier, both of their bodies would have been pierced through.

At this point, members of both Pure Stream Sword Sect and Book and Sword Hall could see that although the other side had come to block the gate and challenge, they had still shown mercy.

Amongst the eight disciples, only the one who was most arrogant at the beginning, wielding a Soft Sword, managed to reach behind Zhang San, while the other seven all fell midway.

"Kid, watch how cocky you are! Remember my name, I am—"

The Soft Sword disciple launched an attack.

Crack!

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, striking the Soft Sword squarely.

The impact not only knocked the Soft Sword away but also struck the disciple so hard that his entire skin turned black. He spat out a mouthful of black smoke before kneeling on the trunk and then tumbling down the tree, crackling all the way before hitting the ground heavily.

Eight True Core Realm disciples attacked together, yet they couldn’t beat a single Cultivator in the True Core Realm who specialized in Techniques, which was an utter humiliation.

At this moment, faces of people from Pure Stream Sword Sect and Book and Sword Hall felt hot with embarrassment.

At this time, Kong Wenzai’s favorite disciple, who he had taken in as a child, Kong Hui, stood out.

"I am Kong Hui, disciple of the former Sect Master Kong Wenzai. I wonder if you would dare to reveal your name!"

"Dare not! Simply a coward! If you’ve got the guts, come on over and force me to tell you my name!"

Zhang San said disdainfully, even sitting on the top of the big tree, picking a fruit from a nearby branch, wiping it, and eating it directly.

Kong Hui was furious, his menacing expression making the pimples that had recently appeared on his face hurt even more.

His sister disciple Kong Yuting had returned not long ago and went into seclusion without saying a word to him, which had made him a bit irritable. Plus, he was at an age where he could reproduce, and dreaming about his sister disciple every night made him even more irritable.

Now that people from Book and Sword Hall were making trouble again, his recent fury was indeed a bit overwhelming!

Now encountering Zhang San, someone taking advantage of the situation to play the rogue, Kong Hui was so angry he charged straight toward the towering tree.

"Today, I’ll show you the might of Pure Stream Sword Sect!"

Kong Hui shouted, and from the Sword Box on his back, seven long swords flew out.

The swords took flight in mid-air; he leaped, stepping on the swords and heading straight for Zhang San.

Zhang San continued to eat the fruit with one hand while casually releasing several Wind Blades with the other.

Yet the Wind Blades were blocked completely by Kong Hui, who used three long swords in front of him to form a combination like the blades of an electric fan, constantly rotating.

Zhang San immediately switched to the Wood Method, and in an instant, over a dozen vines shot up towards Kong Hui.

But Kong Hui, who cultivated the Fire Series Technique, sneered arrogantly and with a sweep of his hand, declared, "Dust to dust, earth to earth."

In a flash, a long sword soared out, slicing through the dozen vines with a fiery glow.

Kong Hui charged on, and whether it was Zhang San’s Wind Blades or Wood Series Techniques, none could stop him.

In a moment, Kong Hui had already reached Zhang San’s front.

Kong Hui landed behind the towering tree, and seven long swords, following the lift of his right hand, gathered strength around him, ready to pierce into Zhang San’s body at his command.

Crack! Crack!

Although thunder struck again in the sky, Kong Hui was unharmed.

Even his smile at that moment was somewhat wild and manic.

"I admit your Thunder Method is somewhat powerful, but how will you handle it if I fight with my swords without wielding a weapon in hand?"

At this moment, Zhang San’s face was full of fear and unease, especially those bright eyes that resembled spring water, where waves of emotions named terror stirred.

Kong Hui was proud, this was exactly the effect he wanted!

Today, I will prove that I, Kong Hui, am the strongest!

The Pure Stream Sword Sect’s orthodox cultivation is the strongest!

However, just then, Kong Hui noticed that the expression of terror on Zhang San’s face grew, larger and larger.

Huh?

How come this guy’s face is getting so big?

No, that’s not right!

Kong Hui suddenly realized that it wasn’t the other party’s face that was getting bigger, it was that the other party was going to... lean in for a kiss?

In his dreams, Kong Hui indeed had similar visions when Sister Kong Yuting leaned in close, but wasn’t the other person a man?

Bang!

Kong Hui, caught off-guard, was headbutted by Zhang San until blood streamed down his face.

The bright red that flowed down his forehead immediately blurred his vision.

Zhang San took the opportunity to grab Kong Hui’s shoulders, looked disdainfully, and demanded, "You’re a sword cultivator and yet you’re playing close combat with me? Who gave you the courage? Huh?"

As Zhang San spoke, he grabbed Kong Hui’s shoulder and kept headbutting him with his own head!

Anyway, I’ve already cultivated seven of the nine qi acupoints on my head, I’m not afraid of you!

Fang Cunzai, who was watching the battle from the back, felt pain for Kong Hui just looking at this scene.

Sword cultivators are divided into two types.

One is the Fast Sword sword cultivator, like Bai Yucheng, who, although has close combat capabilities, takes the path of agile and fast attacks. The martial artists of the Book and Sword Hall must be Fast Sword sword cultivators.

The other is the flying sword sword cultivator, which is what the whole Pure Stream Sword Sect consists of. They mainly control flying swords to combat opponents, thus possessing mid to long-range combat abilities but naturally they are not strong in close combat.

However, you can’t really blame Kong Hui for being careless.

After all, who would have thought that a Technique Stream cultivator confronting a Pure Stream Sword Sect member would actually practice Body Refinement!

Which Technique Stream family still practices Body Refinement!

After a brief exchange of blows, Kong Hui, who had fainted, was kicked down from a large tree by Zhang San with one kick.

Meanwhile, the seven flying swords around him had already fallen down due to losing control.

Zhang San wiped the blood from his forehead, glanced at the people from Pure Stream Sword Sect with faces full of shock and embarrassment, and then shook his head in sadness.

"I expected you Pure Stream Sword Sect to be incompetent, but I never thought you’d be this incompetent."

"I heard that you guys are even riddled with internal strife, huh?"

"How about you first focus on properly cultivating your disciples, the trash... oh, sorry, I didn’t mean the ones who just lost to me are trash. What I mean is..."

"All of you present here are trash!"

At this moment, Zhang San directly maxed out the anger level of everyone from Pure Stream Sword Sect and Book and Sword Hall.

A black-clad disciple, in his twenties with a tall and slender build and a long neck, stood out. Pointing at Zhang San, he yelled angrily, "Kid, you’re quite arrogant! I am Ji Boxiao, the direct disciple of the Hall Master of the Book and Sword Hall. Today, let me teach you, and you’ll know my Ji Boxiao’s..."

Whoosh—

Before Ji Boxiao could finish his sentence, everyone saw a circle of fresh red spray out from the neck of Ji Boxiao.

Nearby experts at the Spiritual Platform Realm sharply sensed the Blade Intent permeating the air, along with a faint smell of blood.

And Ji Boxiao, with wide eyes, only felt a bit of pain in his neck.

Looking down, he saw a plant of grass swaying in the wind next to him, growing vigorous like chives, tall, tender, yet filled with rage.

Thump—

As Ji Boxiao’s head rolled beside the grass, people realized that Zhang San had used the Wood Series Technique to rapidly grow a patch of grass from afar, then executed a Wind Blade through it and even imbued it with Blade Intent.

In just a moment, Ji Boxiao’s head was severed.

Zhang San, satisfied with his recent test, then looked towards the stunned crowd.

"Why so much nonsense? Don’t you understand villains die from talking too much? Any other True Core Realm that dares, come up and fight!"