In the past, Zhou Tianyu had used the signature technique of the Kunlun Sect, One Shot Three Kills, to conjure the illusion of three spearheads. Even SSS-level Gene-enhanced People were unable to distinguish the real one. Faced with more than a dozen SSS-level Gene-enhanced People, Zhou Tianyu had managed to kill one of them with that very move. Clearly, One Shot Three Kills was an incredibly powerful and terrifying technique.

The Shushan Sect excelled in sword techniques, and Two Springs Reflecting the Moon was ingeniously similar, making it just as deadly.

Once this technique was unleashed, an enemy could rarely escape unscathed; they were almost certain to be struck.

Therefore, the fatty intended to severely wound Zhang Bin with a single strike and utterly humiliate him.

A mocking grin spread across his face, while the skinny man cackled ominously nearby.

It was as if they could already see the glorious sight of Zhang Bin being pierced by the sword, blood spraying everywhere.

Zhang Bin sneered. His sword slashed down like lightning, striking the blade aimed at his lower abdomen.

CLANG!

A sound like striking iron rang out as sparks flew, brighter than the streetlights.

Unable to withstand the immense force, the fatty stumbled back several steps.

"How could you possibly see my real sword?" the fatty shouted in shock.

The skinny man stood there dumbfounded, unable to believe his eyes.

"Huh? I clearly felt the sword striking for the right shoulder was the real one. How did it change to the one aiming at the lower abdomen?" Zhang Haijun said, surprised.

His talent was actually quite remarkable; he could be considered a rare cultivation prodigy. At only nineteen, he had already opened eleven meridians. For a rich kid like him, it was impossible to imagine him cultivating diligently every day. It was impressive that he practiced at all, given his tendency to work in fits and starts. This only served to highlight his exceptional talent, and Zhang Bin had been observing him in secret.

This made his quick reaction time and clear sight all the more baffling when he still misjudged the attack. It was simply unbelievable.

"I thought the one aimed at the left shoulder was real. This is too bizarre," Chen Chaoyue said.

"I agree," Ma Rufei added.

This bastard must have gotten lucky, the fatty screamed internally. He then roared, "Watch my sword!"

He lunged forward again, arriving right in front of Zhang Bin. He viciously thrust his sword, once again conjuring three sharp blades aimed at Zhang Bin's forehead, chest, and lower abdomen.

"Get lost!" Zhang Bin bellowed with a jeering laugh, his sword lashing out to meet the one aimed at his forehead.

He struck the true blade once more. The clash rang out like struck iron, sending the fatty reeling. Before he could recover, Zhang Bin landed a fierce kick directly in his groin.

"AARGH!"

The man let out a pained scream, clutching his groin as he flew back more than ten meters. He landed hard on his bottom, a pathetic sight.

An expression of unprecedented shock and horror filled the faces of both the fatty and the skinny man.

They were now certain that Zhang Bin could somehow see through the mysteries of Two Springs Reflecting the Moon and identify the true blade. It was incredible.

Even they couldn't identify the true sword when one of their own comrades used the technique. Their only option was to retreat and dodge, but they would usually be defeated by the relentless, storm-like assault.

Zhang Bin is incredible! How can he recognize the real sword? Ma Rufei, Chen Chaoyue, and Zhang Haijun were all thinking, dazzled by the display.

That was a close one, Zhang Bin thought to himself.

If he hadn't just recently cultivated his miraculous Spiritual Eye, which could see through illusions and even perceive ghosts, he would have never been able to distinguish the true sword.

I might have actually lost. These geniuses from the Daoyi Sect are not to be underestimated. Zhang Bin sighed silently, much of his pride draining away.

However, he shot them a disdainful look. "I thought you two were supposed to be strong. Who knew you'd be such pushovers, unable to block a single move? So, have we passed?"

"You still have to get through me, kid. En garde!" the skinny man sneered, drawing his longsword. He flickered like a phantom, appearing at Zhang Bin's side in an instant. His sword shot out like a venomous snake.

It had only one characteristic: speed. It was so fast the naked eye could barely follow.

This was the 36 Forms Block Sword from the Huashan Sect. Once unleashed, each strike was faster than the last, completely dazzling the opponent.

It was impossible to defend against; before one knew it, they would be struck down in defeat.

Let's see what's more formidable, your fast sword or my Lightning Three Swords, Zhang Bin sneered inwardly.

His own sword shot out with blinding speed. In the blink of an eye, he had unleashed two strikes.

The first strike deflected his opponent's sword; the second went straight for his right shoulder.

Surprise and alarm flashed across the skinny man's face. He retreated quickly, moving his sword to block Zhang Bin's attack.

But Zhang Bin let out a strange laugh and gave chase, his single sword transforming into a thousand blades.

The strikes rained down, dense as raindrops.

Under the lights, the thousands of blades shone with a magnificent, brilliant light, creating an imposing and majestic sight.

"Yes! Go! Go!" Ma Rufei and the others shouted frantically, their faces filled with pure admiration and awe.

Although the three of them were experts in their own right, they were no match for the geniuses of the Daoyi Sect. They had no confidence they could defeat even one of them.

Only a peerless prodigy like Zhang Bin could be this incredible, capable of suppressing a genius from the Daoyi Sect.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The skinny man fell back again and again under Zhang Bin's assault, sweating profusely. He roared in fury, defending with all his might.

But it was useless. Zhang Bin's sword was a fraction faster, and his footwork was a fraction quicker.

After all, Zhang Bin had stimulated the nerves in his arms and legs with Longevity Qi, pushing his attack speed and movement to the absolute limit of the Liquid State.

And so, Zhang Bin stuck to him like a shadow, his sword a blur of a thousand images that completely enveloped the skinny man.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The sharp clang of steel on steel rang out.

AARGH!

A piercing scream suddenly erupted. The skinny man's wrist was struck, and blood sprayed into the air as his sword clattered to the ground.

Zhang Bin's sword stopped abruptly, its tip resting against the man's throat. A gentle push was all it would take to end his life. Zhang Bin let out another strange laugh. "You've lost."

The skinny man's face went pale. He clutched his bleeding wrist, staring at the blood-stained sword tip with fear in his eyes. "You... have passed," he said reluctantly.

"Yeah!" Ma Rufei and his friends burst into triumphant laughter.

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