Chapter 21: Um... would you be willing to become my friend? (Please vote!)

As for the other two lieutenants, there was nothing remarkable about them.

"Sharp-tongued. You're surrounded, yet you still don't know when you're beaten."

Bronze Hand’s expression turned cold.

At the same time, his heart sank.

He had actually been observing this Profound Heaven Sect disciple the whole time; logically, when he appeared, this person should have at least shown some caution.

After all, his cultivation base was three stages higher.

But there was none.

Nothing at all.

He remained as calm as ever, and a faint light even began to emerge in his eyes.

He knew this look very well.

It belonged to a hunter!

Then everything could be explained.

This person hadn't come here to die; he had the confidence to deal with him!

He was definitely no ordinary Profound Heaven Sect inner disciple!

"No matter how many sheep there are, they are still sheep. You don't think this flock of sheep can stop me, do you?"

Meng Zhangqing said softly.

A faint sound of a sword ringing echoed from his right hand.

As these words fell.

The surrounding bandits immediately turned red with rage.

They, who had always been wolves, were actually being called sheep!

This was a supreme humiliation.

"Hmph, whether we are sheep or wolves is not for you to decide."

"You want to fight me one-on-one?"

"Get past them first!"

Bronze Hand’s eyes were icy.

He didn't want to fight Meng Zhangqing immediately.

If his subordinates died, so be it.

At least they could exhaust some of this person's strength.

At the same time, he could observe this person's style and look for flaws!

Facing an inner disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect, he dared not be careless, even if his cultivation realm was higher.

"Attack!"

Bronze Hand gave the order directly.

The two lieutenants beside him moved instantly.

And the surrounding bandits also howled as they swarmed toward Meng Zhangqing.

In an instant.

Dust billowed.

Yet Meng Zhangqing held his sword horizontally before him, his left index and middle fingers slowly brushing across the blade.

The next second.

Boom!

The wind whistled, and thunder roared.

Lightning seemed to flash.

And sword qi surged!

The charging lieutenants and bandits were sent flying back even faster, vomiting blood, their lives hanging in the balance!

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Bronze Hand’s pupils shrank.

He had not expected such a thing to happen.

Not to mention the ordinary bandits, at least the two lieutenants should have been able to fight for a while.

Who would have thought it would be such a crushing defeat.

"It’s the Profound Heaven Sect’s Wind-Thunder Sword Art, and he’s practiced it to the Perfection Realm!"

Regaining his senses, Bronze Hand’s expression turned ugly.

Only then could he possess such terrifying power!

Wait, where is that disciple?

Bronze Hand’s expression suddenly changed, because he realized the figure in his field of vision had disappeared.

"Now it’s one-on-one, right?"

A voice came from beside his ear; it was very calm, yet it made Bronze Hand’s scalp tingle, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

What kind of speed is this?

How did he close the distance to me in the blink of an eye!

"Get lost!"

Bronze Hand instinctively threw a punch to his right.

His fist was like molten bronze, radiating an indestructible aura.

But before him, there was only a brilliant explosion of thunderous light!

At the same time.

An incomparably sharp momentum emerged.

Like a peerless divine sword drawn from its sheath.

Its edge was exposed, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and shattering the earth!

It made him feel a stinging pain all over his body.

Even the qi and blood within him were involuntarily thrown into chaos!

Most terrifyingly, under the amplification of this momentum, the thunderous light became even more ferocious.

Like a roaring ancient thunder beast!

Boom!

The moment they collided.

Bronze Hand’s eyes bulged, and he spat out a mouthful of crimson blood.

There was no resistance at all; his entire body flew backward like a cannonball.

He crashed through one wooden house after another.

Finally, he became embedded in a massive ancient tree.

Causing leaves to fall in a rustling shower, dancing across the sky.

"He shouldn't be dead, right?"

Meng Zhangqing threw away the shattered sword in his hand and hurried toward the ancient tree.

Bronze Hand was, after all, no weakling.

His realm was high, and the martial skills he mastered were not bad.

Without using sword momentum, it would have taken some time to take him down.

Regarding combat.

Meng Zhangqing always preferred a quick resolution.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; he didn't like to hold back.

However, he knew the power of his sword momentum, so he hadn't released it fully, and given Bronze Hand’s strength, he shouldn't have died on the spot.

Arriving before the ancient tree.

Bronze Hand was indeed not dead, but he was in a state of critical injury.

He looked truly miserable.

His body was covered in sword marks, and blood flowed incessantly.

He struggled to lift his head.

Looking at Meng Zhangqing.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"You actually comprehended... sword momentum!"

'Momentum' is the momentum of the martial path, an extremely profound existence.

It requires long-term immersion in the martial path and someone with extremely high comprehension to grasp!

And once comprehended.

It is almost invincible among those of the same rank, an existence that can easily leapfrog stages.

He never expected that one day he would encounter it!

And that he would be standing on the opposite side!

Thinking of this, Bronze Hand felt some unwillingness.

If it were an ordinary inner disciple, he would definitely not have been defeated like this!

But this is... sword momentum!

Absolute suppression!

"Is this the foundation of a major power? To have such a monstrous figure even among inner disciples!"

Bronze Hand stared fixedly at Meng Zhangqing’s face, as if wanting to remember it forever.

"You are dying."

Meng Zhangqing examined him carefully.

Although he had held back, the combination of Sword Steps, Wind-Thunder Sword Art, and sword momentum was still too powerful.

All the meridians in Bronze Hand’s body had been severed.

He was now only holding on by his formidable cultivation and physique.

Hearing this, Bronze Hand couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Did that even need to be said?

Wasn't it you who beat me into this state?

"Since that is the case, before you die, can you agree to a small request of mine?"

Meng Zhangqing said very seriously.

His eyes were sincere.

Bronze Hand was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused.

He was about to die.

What use could he possibly be?

"What request?"

Bronze Hand asked.

Perhaps because it tugged at his wounds, blood immediately gushed from his mouth.

His aura became even more withered.

"Um... would you be willing to become my friend?"