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Duanmu Xue felt angry, while the Middle-aged Man was surprised. He began to reassess these young people, as they were exceptionally skilled; their teamwork had nearly led him to disaster.
If it hadn't been for his understanding of a fragment of the Refining Muscle Realm's essence, he might have been seriously injured or even killed by that last deadly strike.
After a moment of silence, he spoke, "You are students from Qingyang Academy, right? You have received instruction from the Master?"
"You actually know about the Master?"
Duanmu Xue, who had been furious, suddenly paused. It wasn't surprising that he guessed they were from Qingyang Academy, but specifically mentioning the Master was unusual. The Master was known for being extremely low-profile; very few outsiders knew about him aside from a select few at Qingyang Academy.
Seeing that Duanmu Xue did not deny it, the Middle-aged Man showed an understanding expression. "So that's how it is. No wonder you are so outstanding. If it's that esteemed individual, then this isn't surprising at all."
The more Duanmu Xue listened, the more curious she became. This man clearly knew a lot about the Master. Even she had only learned about this mysterious figure through hints from elders in her clan.
This made her increasingly curious about the Middle-aged Man's original identity. It was already strange enough for a Fourth-Rank Expert to be a robber; now he seemed to know about the Master as well. There must be an extraordinary reason behind it.
She couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you?"
"I can only say that I was once from Qingyang City, but unfortunately, I can no longer return."
Upon hearing the Middle-aged Man claim he was originally from Qingyang City, Zhao Xing's eyes narrowed. Connecting it with what had just happened, a guess emerged in his mind. He blurted out, "You are one of the Army's people! The sword technique you used earlier is military killing techniques. So the rumors that the robbers in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains are tacitly approved by the city lord's mansion are true; you are all part of the same group!"
"Heh heh." The Middle-aged Man chuckled lightly, neither confirming nor denying it. He merely said ominously to Zhao Xing, "Junior, your mind is quite sharp, but be careful; you might not live long."
However, Zhao Xing didn't take his threat seriously. They were already at odds with each other; what was there to fear? He was just shocked by this revelation and couldn't believe those people actually dared to act this way.
Duanmu Xue didn't care about any of that; she was still seething with anger over the humiliation of being suppressed by a single strike earlier. Since the other party was unwilling to reveal his true identity, then fighting was inevitable; after all, neither side could back down now.
At that moment, she swung her iron spear, the weapon moving like a dragon, her body following the spear as she charged forward, unexpectedly initiating an attack on the Middle-aged Man!
Behind her, Zhao Xing and his four companions closely followed, providing cover and protection around her, allowing her to focus solely on offense.
In this round of attack, Duanmu Xue truly showcased her Violent Queen persona. With her astonishing strength propelling each thrust, every strike was powerful enough to shatter the air, creating a flurry of spear shadows within a radius of two yards, as if she aimed to tear apart and crush everything in that space!
The Middle-aged Man was not to be outdone; he wielded his Long Sword in a whirlwind, fiercely guarding a five-foot radius around himself, preventing any spear shadow from encroaching even slightly.
Taking advantage of his overwhelming strength and speed, each time he clashed with Duanmu Xue's iron spear, he could send it soaring high before suddenly launching an attack, attempting to close the distance for close combat.
However, Zhao Xing and his companions would not allow him to have his way. The Middle-aged Man found that whenever he tried to sneak up on Duanmu Xue, someone would always be there to block him just in time. If he attempted to force his way through, he would instantly face the combined attacks of everyone, forcing him to retreat.
Yet upon retreating, he had to confront Duanmu Xue's frenzied Spear Technique. The saying "an inch longer is an inch stronger" held true; at this distance, the long spear had the advantage over the sword, leaving the Middle-aged Man at a disadvantage. For a moment, he found himself without any particularly good options as the situation stalemated.
The Middle-aged Man never expected to be pushed to such an extent by a few young Low-Level Martial Practitioners.
He realized that Duanmu Xue was employing a sophisticated joint attack formation that effectively utilized the strengths of all five individuals while covering their weaknesses through mutual cooperation, greatly enhancing their overall power.
He was not unfamiliar with joint attack techniques; various military formations were typical examples. However, those were merely used by ordinary soldiers. He had never imagined that even ordinary joint techniques could reach such a level and be capable of contending against opponents of a higher tier!
The Middle-aged Man sighed inwardly; it seemed this must have been crafted by a master. Indeed, the master was extraordinary in knowledge and skill; no wonder the city lord held him in such high regard.
However, he also noticed two key points—or rather flaws—in this joint attack technique.
One was Duanmu Xue herself. In this formation, she relied on temporarily activating a Secret Technique to barely match his strength, but this would undoubtedly take a heavy toll and could not be sustained for long.
The other was the Junior wielding the sword. This surprised the Middle-aged Man even more; this Junior appeared utterly ordinary—both in Sword Technique and demeanor—lacking any remarkable qualities.
But it was precisely this Junior who caused him the most trouble; he had not forgotten those two lethal arrows.
Moreover, every time he attempted to force his way through, it was often this Junior who first blocked him, while the other three followed up with their Attack.
The Middle-aged Man suddenly felt that this combined attack method could be seen as a small Army. Duanmu Xue was like the valiant general charging into battle, the two archers were scouts moving around, the big guy served as the shield bearer, and that sword-wielding Junior was the strategist coordinating everything!
This combined attack method could only achieve its best effect under his command; the sword in his hand was like the command flag of an Army!
Thinking of this, even with the Middle-aged Man's composure, he couldn't help but gasp. A strategist-type Martial Cultivator? This Junior turned out to be a strategist-type Martial Cultivator!
In the Heavenly Martial World, there are countless practitioners and various geniuses emerging one after another. It is rumored that there exists a type of unconventional genius whose cultivation talent is not particularly outstanding and whose individual combat power is not top-tier, but they possess a special talent that allows them to play an extremely important role in group battles.
They can effectively unify the combat power of those around them like a strategist, unleashing extraordinary fighting strength to defeat their enemies.
Strategist-type Martial Cultivators have always been talents sought after by major families and nations. Unexpectedly, this Junior before him actually possesses such potential.
The Middle-aged Man was somewhat astonished. Have young people become so impressive nowadays? He had encountered two genius-level individuals at once. Looking at the other three, although they were not as stunning, they were also close to genius-level Martial Cultivators.
No wonder even someone like the Master would take the time to guide them; encountering such talented individuals with excellent qualities would surely make the Master feel inclined to nurture them.
The Middle-aged Man couldn't help but hesitate. If these individuals were truly valued by the Master, then if he harmed them, he would likely face dire consequences. However, if he let them go just like that, he felt extremely unwilling.
As for that White Jade Mushroom, he was determined to obtain it. With such Primordial Medicine in hand, he would surely be able to enhance his own qualities and break through to the Refining Muscle Realm. At that point, revenge would be within reach.
Thinking of revenge, the Middle-aged Man's expression turned somewhat ferocious. After enduring humiliation for so many years and seeing hope for revenge right before him, how could he possibly give up? What did it matter about the Master? Once he avenged himself, he would leave. In such a vast world, where could they find him? Even the Master wouldn't be able to track him down.
Having made up his mind, the Middle-aged Man's killing intent surged. Since it had come to this, he could only eliminate everyone here!
At this moment, the Middle-aged Man keenly noticed that Duanmu Xue's offensive had begun to weaken; it seemed that the Secret Technique was finally reaching its limit.
Now is the time! The Middle-aged Man suddenly spotted a flaw, his eyes flashing with fierce intent. In an instant, he pushed his speed to the limit, tearing through a wave of energy and arriving in front of Zhao Xing. With a diagonal slash, the air emitted a sharp whistling sound, accompanied by a fierce shout from the Middle-aged Man.
"Die!"
As long as he could eliminate this strategist-like Junior, these people would no longer be a threat!
At that moment, Zhao Xing revealed a mysterious smile, as if daring him to come closer; otherwise, this game would be in vain.
Meanwhile, Duanmu Xue, who should have been weakening, suddenly erupted with an even more violent aura. Her spear, carrying all the power she had gathered, thrust toward the Middle-aged Man's waist.
From another side, Rock once again charged forward using his Rhino Charge, crashing into the Middle-aged Man with both body and shield!
Milan and Miko's dual arrows also almost simultaneously reached their target—aiming directly at the enemy's eyes!
Finally, there was Zhao Xing. He did not retreat; instead, he stepped forward, bending and straightening his body like a bow. With his sword resembling an arrow, he thrust it fiercely forward, aiming straight for the Middle-aged Man's heart!
Once again, it was a lunging thrust! Once again, it was a life-for-life gamble! At this moment, Zhao Xing was no longer a strategist orchestrating plans but rather an unparalleled assassin who dared to assassinate emperors!
In an instant, the battle reached a fever pitch, filled with murderous intent!
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