Chapter 83: The Great Desert Mercenary Group

Jianchen's expression changed slightly, and the originally calm gaze became sharp with the dry monkey's words. Although his current strength was still too weak, it did not mean that Jianchen was a coward.

Jianchen slowly put down his chopsticks, his lips trembling slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Just the four of you aren't qualified to take over my table."

Upon hearing this, the dry monkey's face first showed a look of surprise, but then he sneered, his eyes cold and filled with intense killing intent. If Jianchen really didn't know his place, he wouldn't hesitate to cripple him. In his view, Jianchen's frail build and young age made him seem far from a powerful warrior.

"Kid, since you don't know your place, let your big brother Dry Monkey teach you a lesson and make you remember it." Saying this, the dry monkey slapped Jianchen's face. The fierce palm wind made Jianchen's hair tremble, showing that the dry monkey's slap was not light.

A cold light flashed in Jianchen's eyes, and he immediately snorted, grabbing a pair of chopsticks with his right hand and thrusting them at the dry monkey's incoming slap with lightning speed.

Jianchen's right hand moved incredibly fast, so fast that it was hard to catch. Before the dry monkey could react, Jianchen's right hand had already touched the dry monkey's slap. When the two made contact, the chopsticks in Jianchen's right hand pierced through the dry monkey's palm like a sharp iron spike, easily penetrating it.

"Ah!" The intense pain from his hand made the dry monkey let out a painful scream, his voice mournful, echoing throughout the inn, making everyone hear it clearly.

Instantly, the inn was filled with surprised murmurs. This outcome was vastly different from what they had expected, and everyone in the inn looked at Jianchen with surprise. When some discerning people saw that Jianchen had pierced the dry monkey's palm with just a chopstick, their faces turned serious, and their gazes towards Jianchen changed, filled with deep shock. No one among them could achieve such a feat with just a wooden chopstick.

After piercing the dry monkey's palm with the chopstick, Jianchen kicked out with his right leg, striking the dry monkey's chest hard. The dry monkey's frail body was sent flying three meters away, finally crashing into a table and falling to the ground in a sorry state.

The mercenaries sitting at that table immediately moved away, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire. Although Jianchen looked young, the strength and ruthlessness he displayed intimidated many in the inn. The mercenaries who were dining at that table would not risk a conflict over such a trivial matter.

Seeing the dry monkey's fate, the four mercenaries who had come with him were clearly stunned for a moment, but then they recovered, their eyes filled with killing intent as they stared at Jianchen.

"You actually dare to attack a member of the Great Desert Mercenary Group. Are you tired of living?" A young man, his face full of anger, shouted at Jianchen. Before he finished speaking, a large sword appeared in his hand, and he swung it at Jianchen.

A faint sneer appeared on the corner of Jianchen's mouth, and he snorted. A silver-white, slender divine sword instantly appeared in his hand, with the words "Qingfeng" (Light Wind) engraved near the hilt.

The Qingfeng Sword was the divine sword Jianchen used in his previous life, a sword that had a great reputation in the martial world, known to almost everyone. In this life, the sword Jianchen used was still called Qingfeng, and its appearance was identical to the Qingfeng Sword from his previous life, showing how deeply he cherished the sword.

As soon as the Qingfeng Sword appeared, it transformed into a silver-white lightning bolt under Jianchen's control, moving at an incredible speed towards the young man. It arrived before the young man's large sword had even reached halfway, appearing like a ghost in front of his throat, stopping steadily there. The tip of the sword had already pierced through the thin outer layer of the young man's throat, and a few drops of blood appeared, clearly visible to everyone.

Feeling a slight pain in his throat, the young man's face turned pale, and cold sweat poured from his forehead. The large sword in his hand stopped mid-air, and his body remained in the position of swinging the sword, not daring to move. He looked as if he were restrained by a mysterious force.

Seeing the silver-white sword that had appeared in front of the young man's throat, the inn, which had been noisy, fell into an eerie silence. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the silver-white Qingfeng Sword in Jianchen's hand, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Only a few people in the inn vaguely caught a glimpse of the sword's movement. Most people didn't even see the sword, only a fleeting white light that moved at an incredible speed.

Time seemed to stop for a moment, and then gasps of shock echoed through the quiet inn. Everyone looked at Jianchen with deep shock.

The young man, whose throat was pressed by the sword, didn't dare to move, fearing that any movement would cause the sword to pierce his throat.

"This young brother, please show mercy. We are from the Great Desert Mercenary Group. This was our fault, and we hope you will let our companion go," a middle-aged man said, his tone very gentle, and his face showing sincerity.

Hearing this, Jianchen glanced at the middle-aged man, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly lowered the Qingfeng Sword, saying coldly, "Get out!"

Upon hearing this, the young man whose throat was pointed at by the sword showed a flash of anger in his eyes but didn't dare to say anything more, having just escaped a crisis.

When the Qingfeng Sword disappeared from his hand, Jianchen coldly glanced at the group, then took a gold coin from his spatial belt and placed it on the table, saying calmly, "Waiter, settle the bill!" He then walked out of the inn.

After such an incident, Jianchen had no intention of staying. Besides, he had already eaten his fill.

However, just as Jianchen took a few steps, the middle-aged man who had spoken to him flashed a sharp killing intent, and his eyes met with the other three. They all nodded slightly, and then, as if they had planned it, each of them pulled out a weapon and attacked Jianchen from different directions, aiming at his vital points.

Feeling the movement behind him, Jianchen's eyes turned cold, and a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes. His body moved slightly, and just as the weapons were about to hit him, he quickly moved forward two meters, evading the attacks. At the same time, the silver Qingfeng Sword appeared in his right hand. He turned abruptly, stepped forward to close the distance, and thrust the sword at the nearest middle-aged man with great speed.

A white light like lightning flashed, and the Qingfeng Sword quickly approached the middle-aged man, aiming at his throat.

The middle-aged man was clearly not weak, much stronger than the previous young man. Seeing the direction of the Qingfeng Sword, his face turned serious, and he immediately pulled back his large sword to block it in front of his throat.

"Clang!"

As the middle-aged man completed this action, the tip of the Qingfeng Sword struck the wide blade of the large sword. A metallic sound rang out, and a shallow mark appeared on the large sword's blade.

The momentum of the sword was blocked, and a mocking expression appeared on Jianchen's face. His eyes flashed, and the next moment, a faint sword glow burst from the Qingfeng Sword, not powerful but sharp enough to be felt by many in the inn. Jianchen kicked the ground, twisted his body, and hung in the air, spinning rapidly. The Qingfeng Sword, driven by his spinning body, began to rotate like a drill, with the sharp sword energy at the tip becoming even more powerful.

"Whirr!"

A harsh sound echoed throughout the inn. Under the rapid rotation of the Qingfeng Sword, the strong piercing force drilled a hole two fingers wide in the middle-aged man's large sword. The Qingfeng Sword then continued to penetrate, deeply piercing the middle-aged man's throat, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Landing lightly, Jianchen's movements were graceful. He immediately pulled the Qingfeng Sword out of the middle-aged man's throat, without a moment's pause. Before the other three could react, the Qingfeng Sword transformed into a silver-white lightning bolt, thrusting at the young man who had attacked him earlier.

"Thud!"

Facing Jianchen's incredibly fast sword, the young man, who was much weaker than the middle-aged man, had no resistance. Before he could react, the Qingfeng Sword had already pierced his throat, and fresh blood gushed out.

In less than a breath, Jianchen had successfully killed two of them, a speed that left everyone in the inn in disbelief.

After killing the two, Jianchen's expression did not change. He turned his gaze to the remaining two, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand trembled. Just as he was about to attack them, the two unexpectedly put away their weapons, knelt down, and repeatedly bowed, shouting, "Great hero, spare our lives! Please don't kill us; we will never dare to attack you again!"