Chapter Twenty-One: Sword Slash Through Six Layers, Subtle Swordsmanship

Chen Fan was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, then immediately took out the wanted poster issued by the Martial Academy.

On the poster, the Black Wind Bandit was depicted with a full beard and a black mole at the corner of his eye. Although this man’s face was clean-shaven, his facial structure and the distinctive mole matched the drawing perfectly. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the Black Wind Bandit.

“What kind of strength does this Black Wind Bandit possess?” Chen Fan asked with some embarrassment.

The mountain bandit trembled and forced a bitter smile. “Martial Stage Five…”

Chen Fan was taken aback for a moment, then his expression turned strange as he swiftly beheaded the mountain bandit before him. He placed the Black Wind Bandit’s severed head into a burlap sack and turned to leave the room.

At that moment, the commotion from Chen Fan’s fight with the bandit leaders drew more and more people nearby.

Chen Fan held a sword in his right hand and the burlap sack in his left, yet showed no trace of fear.

He hadn’t infiltrated the bandits out of fear for them, but rather to prevent the Black Wind Bandit from sensing his strength and escaping. Now that he held the bandit’s head, his mission was confirmed complete, and there was no need for further concealment.

“My ‘Three-Foot Sword’ is in need of villainous sacrifices. You all shall become the stepping stones for my swordsmanship to advance!”

He stepped forward, moving with the speed of a gale.

Black light swirled around his hand as his true energy detached from his body; sword radiance burst forth!

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Wherever his blade struck, a series of bandits fell one after another. Even wielding the sword with only one hand, Chen Fan cut through them as easily as slicing melons.

Often, a single strike meant multiple deaths.

In the blink of an eye, the corridor was littered with corpses.

Suddenly, a chill ran down Chen Fan’s neck, an overwhelming sense of danger causing his face to change drastically.

With a swift leap and a body twist, he spun the black sword in his hand and swung it back.

Clang!

The clash of metal echoed sharply. Chen Fan’s hands trembled slightly, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

“Such strength?!”

From afar, a man holding a massive greatsword eyed Chen Fan with narrowed eyes. Close behind him stood another man armed with a long spear, also staring intently at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes. “This small Black Wind Bandit stronghold has gathered warriors of Martial Stage Six…”

Only a Martial Stage Six could exert such pressure on him.

And even among Stage Six warriors, these two seemed formidable.

Martial Stage Five was common enough, but once one reached Stage Six, with the full circulation of vital energy, their strength leapt significantly. Such bandits were rare—there would be fewer than ten in the entire Qinghe Prefecture.

Figures like Yuan Kuanglin were renowned throughout the land.

Yet these two hid quietly in this modest bandit den, which was truly astonishing.

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