Never mind the students with their limited martial arts knowledge—even many of the seasoned veterans who had served in the Martial Arts Administration Bureau for years had never seen such a bizarre, yet refined and efficient, method of killing.
A second-realm, slaying third-realm cultists as easily as slaughtering chickens. The third-realm cultists' Qi Blood power and martial pressure were utterly useless. Judging from Yu Fei's stance, it looked as if he didn't know any formal Swordsmanship, yet every single one of his movements was ingenious to the extreme. Each strike was a guaranteed kill.
Yu Fei's face was pale and his body was swaying, on the verge of collapse, but his eyes were bright, exuding an immense pressure.
He just held his sword and walked slowly, step by step, toward the last remaining enemy.
Ji Kai tightened and loosened his grip on the long saber in his hand, muttering to himself in a numb daze.
"How could this be?... This isn't right... It's impossible..."
