Jun Wu Yi stared blankly at the departing figure of Guan Qing Han while his mind was still reeling in shock! According to his calculations, in the earlier fight, if it was a real life or death battle, Guan Qing Han would have died at least 47 times by now! And every single time, Jun Mo Xie actually forcefully withdrew!
What kind of a frightening battle strength was this?! A person who was at the Fourth Level of Xuan Qi was capable of fighting with a person at the Ninth Level Xuan Qi. Not only that, this person was also about to break in the Silver Xuan Qi Realm!
To overcome the level and realm difference and to still be able to fight on an equal grounds, would this record be broken by his nephew!?
No, it was already been broken by him!
And the most terrifying part was that all those movements by Jun Mo Xie were instinctive reactions and were completely controlled by his subconscious! But, what he did was actually forcefully withdraw his strike each and every time! What did this show? What did this mean?
Jun Wu Yi was completely drenched in cold sweat.
This showed that the act of killing had already been ingrained to his very bones, so he could make these moves even if he was completely unconscious or asleep!
Even without thinking, even without considering, he would be able to attack naturally by identifying the enemy’s weakness and issuing a fatal blow!
Killing was already an instinct!
Only in this way would such be the case!
This…how many people has he killed to hone this skill and perfect it to this extent???
Even Jun Wu Yi who was a veteran of many wars was afraid to think any more of this matter.
He was used to seeing blood and gore on the battlefield caused by the soldiers, experiencing numerous assassinations of cold-blooded killers, but all of those people had been personally trained and raised. Even then, those people with so many kills under their belt were quite insignificant when compared to his third nephew who could act without even thinking…he had never seen someone who was so adept at killing!
Monster!
There were no simple strikes within his moves. Each move would have only resulted in death! Killing had been completely melted into his bone until it had become his first reflexive action!
And this terrible, cruel, demonic monster who was so strong was actually his nephew!
The one the whole empire had termed and recognized as a waste.
Jun Mo Xie!
Jun Wu Yi groaned and slowly closed his eyes. What the hell am I seeing? I must surely be dreaming! If it’s a nightmare, please let me wake up from it quickly!
Nightmare? If Jun Mo Xie can have such powerful strength, why would it actually be a nightmare?
It was at this moment that Jun Wu Yi remembered that Jun Mo Xie had urged his father to stop the sparring matches by saying, “I am truly unable to fight”.
The grandson of the General cannot fight? At that time I heard these words, the first reaction that Father had was to kick his ass severely and then point at the door screaming, “Get the hell out!”
At that time, when I also happened to hear these words, I almost burst out laughing. It was simply too funny.
Unable to fight, of course! It cannot just be understood as an inability to fight, but it might also be thought of as…
And now completely understood the real meaning behind those words. Jun Mo Xie was unable to “spar”. He would kill!
There was purely due to the extreme killing techniques incorporated onto his blood, soul, every inch of his body to every inch of his bone, muscle and every nerve!