Trump Card

"Wow!"

"Sixth master is incredibly fast!"

"I could barely catch a glimpse of his movements, let alone the tiniest detail of his clothes!"

"Is this what it means to be at the medium level of Fanpin? It's terrifying!"

The Laoshan thieves watched in awe and envy as the six masters displayed their incredible speed.

"Not bad," remarked Zhou Tianba, who sat on the high platform. "The sixth child's seven-step transformation has improved significantly compared to half a year ago."

The man sitting beside him, with fair skin, chuckled, "At the current speed of my sixth brother, capturing him would be quite a challenge."

"The second brother can't do it, and the rest of us stand even less of a chance," grinned the portly leader of the four.

Why were they able to converse here with such lightheartedness? It was because Liu, the sixth master, had chosen to showcase his speed rather than immediately attacking Wang Jun with deadly force.

"Hey, boy!"

"I'm going to show you what real speed is!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

All six heads of the family members accelerated, casting shadows across the Yanwu field and creating a whirlwind of dust.

He Er shook his head and chuckled, "The sixth brother is just toying with that guy."

"No matter how fast that sword is, it can't compare to the speed of the sixth brother," several of the smaller bosses agreed with a grin.

"Sixth master, let's incapacitate this guy, make him scream on the ground like a dog!"

"First, torture him until he's nearly lifeless, then cut off his hands and feet, gouge out his eyes, and toss him into the pit as a gruesome spectacle for the rest of the brothers to witness!"

Hundreds of robbers erupted in a cacophony of cheers and jeers.

Wang Jun, standing proudly on the performance stage, laughed heartily. His wind-tousled hair was disheveled, and his face bore the marks of sand and dust. He spoke impatiently, "It's like a buzzing fly in my ear."

"Whoosh!"

With a single step, he brandished his prized Ice Shard, the first-rate sword, thrusting it forward with precision.

However, his thrust missed the lightning-fast sixth master.

"Hahaha!"

"The sixth master is unbelievably quick. You can't just strike randomly, then..."

"Crash!"

Before the words could leave their lips, the robbers witnessed a peculiar object soaring into the air from the Yanwu field, tracing a graceful arc before tumbling out of sight.

Lu Ding squinted to get a better look, and to his astonishment, it was none other than Wang Jun's bald head!

The atmosphere among the gangsters shifted abruptly, and they hastily turned their backs. The lingering image on the performance stage gradually dissipated. Six severed heads tumbled to the ground, their lifeless bodies following suit. Blood gushed like a fountain.

Wang Jun maintained his perpetual smile, keeping his sword poised, and remarked casually, "Fool, didn't you think to duck? Or perhaps not to meet my blade?"

As it turned out, after that seemingly random poke, Wang Jun had swiftly manipulated his wrist, inverting the sword's position. The blade, once oriented vertically, now lay horizontally.

The sixth attacker, caught in the whirlwind of his own momentum, couldn't change course in time. His head met the razor-sharp Ice Shard Sword, and with his astonishing speed, his head parted ways from his body.

It's worth noting that Ice Shard was so extraordinarily sharp that even a hair drawn taut in front of it and struck at the speed of those bald heads would inevitably lead to decapitation.

It must be said that the sixth master of the seven-step transformation was astonishingly fast. Capturing his movements proved challenging even for Wang Jun, who maintained his smile and eloquence in the previous ten paragraphs. In a fight, it's not just about physical strength but also about wit; otherwise, it's no different from brute force.

However...

"Sixth Brother!"

"Liu Brother!"

"Six Masters!"

A mournful cry echoed from outside the performance arena.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, an aura of anger pervaded the air as 200 furious thieves locked their gaze onto Wang Jun. Their eyes held undisguised murderous intent!

"Damn!"

The skinny Eighth Head and the short Seventh Head stormed into the venue with fury. Each of them brandished a ring knife and a mace.

Pirate robbers, by nature, are pirates. When they witness their comrades fall, rage often overpowers reason.

"Whoosh!"

Wang Jun maintained his usual smile as he gracefully maneuvered his footwork, effortlessly avoiding the attacks of the two aggressors. He taunted, "What's this? If you can't defeat me, are you resorting to ganging up on the weaker?"

"Bring it on!"

Twenty-four of the remaining heads and the Five-Headed began to channel their psychic energies.

"Whoosh!"

Wang Jun swiftly darted to the right, a cold glint in her eyes and a smile on his lips.

He had come to a grim realization that these ruthless robbers had no intention of adhering to any rules of engagement found in the martial world. They were ready to kill without hesitation.

"Big Head," Wang Jun calmly remarked, "Is this how Black Mountain Stronghold welcomes guests?"

Upon hearing these words, Zhou Tianba nearly turned around in disbelief.

This Jun's journey to Montenegro had already resulted in the death of two of his men. Now, stepping into Black Mountain Stronghold, it appeared that two more would meet their end. Could this still be considered as being a guest?

"Humph."

Zhou Tianba glared darkly and declared, "Boy, the one who's taken the lives of my gang members, even if I were to pay a ransom today, your life will remain forfeit."

"Swish! Swish!"

As they conversed, four masters launched simultaneous attacks from four different directions.

Wang Jun, though not overly confident, often smiled as he deftly wielded his prized Ice Shard Sword. He was capable of contending with four Twelfth-stage Meridian opening cultivators, nimbly stepping away under the grace of his Liuyun footwork.

This Liuyun footwork had been taught while he assisted a warrior in Azure Sun City, pointing out a defect in their technique. Though not on the same level as the seven-step transformation, it was a solid first-stage skill that proved sufficient to evade a pinch from the four attackers.

"Thump!" 

"Thump! 

"Thump!"

Wang Jun continued to move with a smile, weaving left and right within the limited space, eventually finding a secure position. He whispered coldly, "You've pushed me to reveal my trump card!"

"Whoosh!"

Psionic energy enveloped his entire being.

"There are so many of us in this Stronghold. Even if he has a trump card, facing us alone, he's as good as dead!" sneered the Laoshan thieves.

The four masters halted their attacks, eagerly anticipating what kind of trump card Wang Jun could unleash. Zhou Tianba, intrigued, held his chin and remarked, "Boy, I hope your trump card lives up to expectations."

The actions of the Laoshan thieves were driven by their desire for bloodshed and

  plunder. If their opponent unveiled a remarkable trump card, like a unique weapon, they would undoubtedly seize it.

"Exhale..."

Wang Jun continued to smile, slowly breathing in and out, channeling his psionic energy.

In a moment, his cherished Ice Shard vanished into thin air, replaced by a blade-like weapon.

Confronted by a warrior, six Twelfth-stage Meridian opening masters, and a formidable mob of two hundred robbers, he finally presented the coveted sword offering he had initially intended to deliver!

"A knife?"

Zhou Tianba appeared disappointed and shook his head.

He too wielded a knife, a long one with an iron blade that had recently severed the disciples. It was of high quality, a gift from a white-bearded old man he encountered during his travels along the river.

But wait!

This guy's knife... is it shorter?

A wry smile crept onto the corner of Wang Jun's mouth as he hesitantly drew out the elusive knife, only to discover that it was merely half a foot long!

Half a foot.

Roughly the size of a regular toothbrush.

Thankfully, it had an inch in width; otherwise, Jun Chang couldn't help but feel absurd, as if he was preparing to duel an opponent with a toothbrush!

This was utterly unscientific, ludicrous even.

The space ring had been clearly over three feet long. How could the knife inside it shrink to such diminutive proportions when taken out? Even accounting for variations between buyer's and seller's perspectives, this was a gap of epic proportions!

"This guy brought out a knife?"

"Even a common dagger is longer than his knife!"

"Damn it, If the guy beneath me stands up, and it's longer than this thing!"

"Hahaha!"

Laughter erupted from the hundreds of pirates gathered around the Yanwu field, thoroughly enjoying the absurdity of the situation.