Chapter 20: Killing from a Thousand Miles Away

"Impressive, killing from a thousand miles away," Chu Xiaotian couldn't help but exclaim upon seeing the system's introduction.

He knew that as a martial artist, one could also kill from a thousand miles away if the exact location of the target was known. However, the efficiency was too low, as the spiritual energy would weaken beyond a hundred miles, reducing the power, and it was impossible to lock onto the target. The chance of killing was uncertain.

But it was different for mind masters. As long as their mental power remained on the target's body, they could control objects to kill the enemy from within ten thousand miles with just a thought, and it was always a sure hit. The enemy wouldn't even know how they died.

Martial artists and mind masters each had their strengths and weaknesses. Martial artists excelled in close combat, while mind masters were better at long-range combat. A mind master would be in trouble if a martial artist got close enough to deliver a lethal strike. After all, a mind master's body was too fragile to withstand a martial artist's close-range attack.

"All this has no effect on me," Chu Xiaotian thought to himself. "Because I practice both mind and martial arts. I can use my martial artist identity for close combat and my mind master abilities for long-range attacks or other techniques."

Chu Xiaotian was very happy, feeling pleased at the moment. Moreover, what was most important was that he had acquired a spiritual martial skill that could take the enemy by surprise, using mental power to suppress them unexpectedly, which was a deadly tactic.

"Let's go." After organizing his thoughts, Chu Xiaotian rode his horse quickly towards Yao Feng City.

"Help! Someone save us, I don't want to die!"

While Chu Xiaotian was on his way, a sudden cry for help reached his ears, startling him into immediate action.

"Let's check it out." Chu Xiaotian quickly headed towards the source of the disturbance, as it was rare for something to affect his mental power.

"Huh? Bandits?!" When Chu Xiaotian arrived, he saw a group of bandits surrounding a caravan of merchants, who were the ones shouting for help.

"Keep shouting, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to help you in this desolate place," the bandits said cruelly, taking pleasure in the merchants' suffering. This was the true nature of bandits.

"What's in that cart?" Chu Xiaotian extended his mental power and immediately realized what had affected his mental power. It was a black object near a wooden box, but he couldn't tell exactly what it was.

"The third brother, stop playing. We have a mission, and we need to act quickly to avoid complications," said the bandit leader, a fierce middle-aged man with a scar on his head.

"Alright, boss." The third brother, a fierce-looking middle-aged man, nodded in agreement.

"If you must blame anyone, blame yourselves for possessing something you shouldn't have," the third brother said coldly, drawing his large saber and striking mercilessly at the defenseless merchants.

"Hmm?" Seeing this, Chu Xiaotian frowned, realizing he could no longer stay hidden and had to intervene.

Swift as the wind, he used his Qingfeng Step to its fullest, appearing in front of the caravan in a breath, confronting the third brother's powerful strike.

With a swift draw of his sword, Chu Xiaotian met the attack in a single breath.

"Clang!" The sound of metal clashing rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

The tremendous force from Chu Xiaotian's body burst forth, and the internal energy surged.

"Stagger, stagger..." The third brother, caught off guard, stumbled back several steps before stabilizing himself, his face extremely ugly.

"Who are you?" The third brother shouted angrily, his eyes burning with fury and murderous intent.

The bandit leader's brows furrowed as he looked in Chu Xiaotian's direction, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"I'm just passing by and helping out," Chu Xiaotian replied calmly.

After a brief exchange, Chu Xiaotian realized that the third brother's strength was only at the peak of the ninth level of martial arts and had not entered the Lingyuan realm.

The only threat in the bandit group was the leader, whose strength had reached the fourth stage of the Lingyuan realm, a level higher than Chu Xiaotian's.

"Interfering with the affairs of the Evil Wolf Bandits, I'll kill you," the third brother said coldly after hearing Chu Xiaotian's words.

The third brother's spiritual energy surged into his saber, and he viciously struck down at Chu Xiaotian.

If Chu Xiaotian was hit by this strike, he would surely be split in two and die.

A fierce and powerful strike.

"Sword Drawing Technique

." Seeing this, Chu Xiaotian smiled coldly, easily avoiding the lethal strike and drawing his sword in response.

"Ring..." The sound of the sword echoed, clear and loud.

"Third brother, be careful," the bandit leader warned, but it was already too late.

Chu Xiaotian's sword was too fast, growing larger in the third brother's eyes, and then a thrust to the throat.

"Uh, uh, uh..." The third brother, clutching his throat wound, stumbled back, unable to speak, and then fell heavily to the ground, lifeless.

"The third leader is dead?"

"The third leader is dead."

In just a breath, the third brother was killed by Chu Xiaotian.

The ordinary bandits were terrified, knowing that the third leader was a powerful warrior who had reached the ninth level of martial arts.

If Chu Xiaotian had the strength to enter the Lingyuan realm, then his identity was obvious, given his proximity to the Divine Capital.

"A student of the martial arts academy?"

"Are you from the Divine Sword Academy in the Divine Capital?" the bandit leader asked, his brows furrowed. In his opinion, no one else in the Divine Capital could have trained such a powerful youth, except for the Divine Sword Academy.

"Indeed." Chu Xiaotian did not intend to hide his identity, as it would have been useless to do so.

His strength was evident, and anyone could guess his identity.

"Shush!"