Chapter 74

Li Wenjun's slash was not a half-hearted one; it was a solid strike, with the blade's glow extending over three feet.

By common sense, the power of the blade's glow was absolute. Striking the broadsword, it should have at least cut off a piece of it. However, to his surprise, the broadsword only sparked a bit, with no damage at all.

Jiang Shan was overjoyed. The power of the sharpness talisman was indeed formidable, turning an ordinary weapon into a divine tool that could contend with a cultivator's magical artifact.

With such a divine tool in hand, killing Li Wenjun would be like slaughtering a pig or a dog.

Jiang Shan thought with no small amount of pride. As he thrust the broadsword forward, continuing to attack Li Wenjun, he shouted, "Li Wenjun, this day next year will be your anniversary."

Li Wenjun's expression changed slightly. A regular broadsword, enhanced by a talisman, could become so powerful, even deflecting the blade's glow without a scratch. This was beyond his imagination. It seemed that eliminating Jiang Shan would be more difficult than he had thought.

Seeing the broadsword thrusting towards him, Li Wenjun used a light body technique to lightly dodge Jiang Shan's attack.

He estimated that after using his magic power multiple times, including the fireball spell, the blade's glow, and the light body technique, the remaining magic power in his body was not much.

Facing him, there were only two paths: either a quick and decisive battle or a prolonged skirmish, waiting for the talisman's effect to wear off.

Li Wenjun chose the former without hesitation. The longer the night, the more dreams. If Wu Xuemei, Wu Yiming, and others escaped and brought reinforcements, he might not be able to wait for the talisman's effect to wear off. Once he was forced to retreat, finding another chance to kill the Third Young Master would be very difficult.

Moreover, in the past, Li Wenjun had only fought ordinary people. Even the notorious bandit Wang Yonggui was, in the end, just a secular person. As a cultivator, fighting and winning against secular people was expected; losing would be a disgrace. Jiang Shan was different. Though a secular person, he was enhanced by a talisman, temporarily possessing the strength to contend with a low-level cultivator, making him a temporary cultivator.

Li Wenjun believed that the possibility of encountering real cultivators in the future was increasing. Being a hero among secular people was meaningless. If he could not defeat other cultivators, he might become prey in their eyes, subject to their bullying. This was not what Li Wenjun wanted. Normally, he would not bully others, but he would not allow others to bully him either.

To be prepared for any eventuality, he needed to understand the combat strength of other cultivators. Jiang Shan was an excellent sparring partner. If he kept dodging, even if he won in the end, he would gain no experience and could not indirectly understand the combat strength of other cultivators.

Let's go all out!

If he could defeat Jiang Shan, even if he was injured, it would be worth it. Not to mention that he had already been injured by an arrow, even if he had a few more wounds, he still had the green light to heal himself automatically.

Understanding the key points, Li Wenjun no longer acted like a slippery eel. He faced Jiang Shan head-on.

Jiang Shan lunged forward, and Li Wenjun did not retreat or yield. The two engaged in battle.

One slash, one thrust, in the blink of an eye, they exchanged over a dozen blows. Li Wenjun gained two more wounds, while Jiang Shan remained unscathed.

Jiang Shan laughed triumphantly. This was all thanks to the Copper Head Iron Arm talisman. As long as the talisman's effect did not wear off, he was invincible, needing no defense, only to attack Li Wenjun relentlessly.

Jiang Shan was worried that he could not eliminate Li Wenjun before the talisman's effect wore off. Seeing the talisman's effectiveness, he went mad, changing his strategy to a life-for-life approach. Each time, he ignored Li Wenjun's attacks on his vital points and simultaneously attacked Li Wenjun's vital points.

Li Wenjun's face darkened. If he could not defeat a secular person enhanced by a talisman, how could he face real cultivators in the future?

No matter what, he had to kill Jiang Shan, and he had to do it while Jiang Shan was at his peak, to build his confidence in facing other cultivators.

While Li Wenjun was thinking of a good strategy, Jiang Shan's attack came again.

After a long attack, Jiang Shan was also getting anxious. If he could not kill Li Wenjun today, he and the Third Young Master would die. The saying "let the fellow Daoist die, not the poor Daoist" meant that his own life was the most important.

Conventional tactics could not defeat Li Wenjun, so he had to use unconventional tactics.

Jiang Shan's gaze swept over Li Wenjun, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Li Wenjun, watch this move."

Jiang Shan swung his sword, and Li Wenjun blocked it with the Dragon Head Goose Feather Knife. The knife and the sword immediately tangled together.

As the two struggled, Jiang Shan suddenly used his free hand to forcefully slap Li Wenjun's left shoulder.

Intense pain immediately shot from Li Wenjun's left shoulder, piercing his soul. His left shoulder and left arm, already injured by the arrow, were not very flexible and were very painful. However, because of the confrontation with Jiang Shan, Li Wenjun had temporarily forgotten about the arrow wound. But Jiang Shan's deliberate slap on the shortened arrow shaft not only aggravated the old wound but also drove the arrowhead deeper, causing even more pain, which was beyond what an ordinary person could endure.

If it were anyone else, they would have fallen to the ground, fainting from the pain. But Jiang Shan had miscalculated one thing—Li Wenjun's nerves were far more resilient than those of an ordinary person.

Last year, at just over fifteen years old, Li Wenjun could endure hunger, thirst, heat, and loneliness, escaping the drought-stricken area and surviving. Later, to cultivate, he endured the pain of the mixed gases in the medicinal soup, which was comparable to being flayed alive. His nerves had long become developed and resilient.

Jiang Shan's sneak attack only made Li Wenjun's vision go black for a moment. But in the blink of an eye, he regained his composure and dodged in time as Jiang Shan's broadsword swung towards him.

Jiang Shan's sword missed, and he was extremely frustrated. "Li Wenjun, you said you wouldn't run like a rabbit anymore. Why are you running again?"

Li Wenjun touched his extremely painful left shoulder, looking at Jiang Shan with a blank expression, and said, "I have to thank you for that sneak attack. It reminded me how to kill you."

Jiang Shan laughed. "Since I was enhanced by the Copper Head Iron Arm talisman, only about 150 breaths have passed. I can remain invulnerable for several hundred more breaths. With this time, I can kill you. Li Wenjun, prepare to die."

Jiang Shan, full of confidence, mocked Li Wenjun while charging at him like an eagle diving for a rabbit.

Li Wenjun pursed his lips, looking at Jiang Shan. His left hand, trembling, raised a weak fireball in his palm. As Jiang Shan charged over, Li Wenjun pushed the fireball out.

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