Chapter 30

The hard-to-receive knife was short and small, almost like a toy. When it appeared, the robbers burst into laughter.

Jun Changxiao felt embarrassed, wanting to find a hole to hide in. It was too shameful.

Impossible, impossible.

The knife that required a seal to be unlocked couldn't be this short and weak. There had to be something extraordinary about it!

As Jun Changxiao comforted himself, he gripped the handle of the knife tightly, his eyes cold. "Hand over my disciples, and we can still talk. Otherwise, don't blame me for slaughtering everyone in Heifengzhai!"

Even if he felt ashamed, he had to act tough.

However, holding a toy-like mini knife looked ridiculous.

"Slaughter us? With that knife?"

"Can that knife even cut a watermelon?"

"Throw away part of the handle, and it might cut an apple. That's impressive!"

"Hahaha!"

"My stomach hurts from laughing so hard..."

Many robbers bent over, laughing with tears in their eyes.

"Boy," one of the four leaders said, clenching his fists and shaking his weapon as they approached, "are you joking with your life?"

Jun Changxiao sighed and said, "Just trying to be funny."

"Enough talking." Zhou Tianba said impatiently, "Take him down and search him for valuables."

"Yes!" The four leaders acknowledged the order, looked at each other, and rushed forward.

This time, their attack covered most of the area, cornering Jun Changxiao. It was difficult for him to escape unless he rushed out of the field, but with hundreds of robbers outside...

Jun Changxiao knew that if he stepped out, he'd be overwhelmed and fall into a more vulnerable position.

There was no choice. He had to use the seal.

"Snap!" As the four leaders closed in, Jun Changxiao quickly retrieved the seal from his space ring and crushed it without hesitation.

"Ding!"

"The host uses the seal ×1!"

"Ding!"

"The seal of the hard-to-receive sword has been lifted!"

As the system prompt sounded, Jun Changxiao felt psionic energy surging into the knife gripped between his fingers.

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, the four leaders attacked from different directions, leaping into the air, fists extended, some slashing, and others swinging maces.

The situation was dire!

In the face of danger, Jun Changxiao held the knife, his body half-bowed. While praying for a miracle, he didn't forget to maintain his posture: "Excuse me."

"Whoosh!"

On the training ground, a burst of light erupted.

The intense flash made the robbers squint, even Zhou Tianba, trained as a warrior, had to close his eyes in surprise.

A sudden burst of light? Could that humble knife be a high-quality weapon?

As he pondered, the strong light faded, and Zhou Tianba opened his eyes, finding the knife's tip mere inches from his nose.

Not similar—the actual tip!

Zhou Tianba focused his gaze, following the knife's length back to Jun Changxiao, who stood 40 meters away, holding the handle, a long, extending blade reaching from himself to Zhou Tianba's nose.

The arena fell silent.

More than 200 pairs of eyes stared at the long blade from different angles, faces frozen in shock.

What about the four leaders who attacked?

They lay on the ground, bodies either cut in half or at the waist, blood mixing with the mud.

All dead.

As soon as Jun Changxiao drew his sword, they were slain under the 40-meter-long blade.

"Gulp!"

Zhou Tianba swallowed, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his hands trembling on the armrests.

The length of the knife wasn't terrifying—the terrifying part was the concentrated cold at the tip, exerting such pressure it made breathing difficult.

He had no doubt that if Jun Changxiao took a step forward, his head would be easily severed.

This was no ordinary knife; it was a supreme weapon!

The grand master instantly recognized the quality of the hard-to-receive sword, his heart racing, eyes filled with fear.

The second master and others sat on both sides, shocked, too afraid to move. The blade was too long; one swing could kill them all.

"Is this the hard-to-receive sword?" Jun Changxiao murmured, holding the 40-meter blade with a mix of awe and satisfaction.

The weapon's breath and power far surpassed the Han Feng sword.

But still, 40 meters long! First too short, now too long. This weapon was indeed hard to manage.

Zhou Tianba, pinned by the blade, said in horror, "Leader Jun! Please, put the knife away. We can talk!"

He was terrified!

Jun Changxiao smiled lightly, "This 40-meter knife is hard to put away once drawn, so..."

"Swish!" With a swift turn of his wrist, he decapitated the second leader, saying, "Three burials."

"Thud!" The head rolled to the ground, still showing shock.

Jun Changxiao's sword wasn't fast, yet the second master couldn't avoid it. Why?

When the hard-to-receive sword is swung, it locks onto its target and emits strong coercion, making movement difficult.

In other words, the second master was as helpless as a tied-up prisoner, waiting for the executioner.

This was the first weapon given by the system.

This was the hard-to-receive sword, usable only when unsealed.

Satisfied with his test, Jun Changxiao said, "Tough."

If this had happened earlier, the robbers would have attacked in fury.

Now, they backed away, faces filled with fear, eyes wide with panic.

A 40-meter sword.

One swing could kill many.

Who dared approach?

But would standing still save them?

No!

"Swish!" Jun Changxiao waved his hand, the 40-meter sword cutting through, instantly killing over 20 robbers.

"Slap!" Zhou Tianba slapped the armrest, twelve segments of power erupting as he charged from the left and right sides.

A long weapon has advantages and disadvantages: good for long-range, bad for close-quarters. The two aimed to get close to limit Jun Changxiao.

It was useless.

Jun Changxiao glanced back, the sword's coercion freezing them in place.

"Slash!" "Slash!" The blade flashed, and their heads rolled.

Now, all eight leaders of Heifengzhai were dead, leaving only Zhou Tianba.

"Swish!" Jun Changxiao pointed the 40-meter sword and stepped toward the high platform.

Zhou Tianba, immobilized by fear, watched in horror as Jun Changxiao approached like a demon.

"Thud." Jun Changxiao stepped onto the platform, holding the hard-to-receive sword, and pointed to the open area. "I'll let you run 39 meters first."