The thin man’s killing intent finally erupted completely. "Good. Very good. Since you want to die with this bitch, then we’ll send you both to hell together."
Damian only grinned as he drew his sword from its sheath. "Try , then... I want to see if you can."
The mont he said that, the four Foundation Establishnt cultivators moved at the sa ti.
Although they had looked arrogant and careless earlier, the mont they decided to fight, their movents beca sharp and coordinated.
Clearly, they were not complete idiots.
They were disciples of the Great Fla Sect after all, and even if they were only outer disciples, they still had proper training.
The thin man rushed forward first, his sword flashing with faint red spiritual Qi.
[Burning Line Sword]
His sword drew a thin crimson arc through the air, aiming directly for Damian’s throat.
At the sa ti, another cultivator ca from the left, his blade swinging down in a heavy slash.
[Heavy Fla Slash]
The third cultivator moved from the right, stabbing repeatedly with quick and sharp movents.
[Red Needle Sword]
The final cultivator circled behind Damian, clearly planning to block his escape route.
Vulkara, who was still lying on the ground, imdiately widened her eyes. "Careful!"
But Damian only smiled.
[Thunder Flash Steps]
Thunder Qi flickered beneath his feet, and his body instantly blurred.
The thin man’s sword sliced through the air, but what it struck was only a faint thunder afterimage.
The red arc passed through the image, causing it to distort and scatter into tiny sparks. "What?!"
Before the thin man could react, Damian had already appeared several steps away, his sword still hanging casually in his hand.
He didn’t counterattack. Instead, he simply watched him with a smirk. "So that’s the Burning Line Sword? Fast, thin, and focused on cutting vital points. Not bad."
The thin man’s face darkened. "You dare analyze my martial art?"
Damian shrugged. "Why not? I said I wanted to see your skills first."
The second cultivator roared angrily and charged at him again.
His sword was covered in a layer of fiery Qi, and every step caused the ground beneath him to crack slightly.
[Heavy Fla Slash]
This ti, his sword ca down with far more force than before, creating a wave of hot wind that pressed toward Damian’s head.
Damian’s eyes narrowed slightly, and instead of blocking, he shifted his foot lightly.
[Thunder Flash Steps]
His body flashed to the side, moving so smoothly that the heavy sword only struck the ground instead.
BOOM!
Damian glanced at the deep cut left in the earth and nodded. "Decent power, but too slow. Against soone with good movent, it’s basically useless unless you trap them first."
The heavy sword cultivator’s face turned red with rage. "You bastard!"
anwhile, the third cultivator had already arrived beside Damian.
His sword moved quickly, stabbing toward Damian’s chest, stomach, shoulder, and neck in rapid succession.
[Red Needle Sword]
Compared to the others, this technique was much faster and more annoying, and because of that, Damian looked a little more interested.
He activated Thunder Flash Steps again, but this ti, he didn’t move far away. Instead, his body flickered left and right within a very small area.
The sword stabs passed by his clothes again and again, missing by only a hair’s breadth each ti.
Vulkara stared at the scene in disbelief. From her view, Damian looked like he was dancing between sword strikes, and sohow, none of the attacks could touch him.
The third cultivator’s expression gradually changed from anger to shock. "How the hell are you dodging this?"
Damian smiled lightly. "Your sword is fast, but your eyes move before your hand does. You keep looking at the place you want to stab."
The cultivator froze.
The next mont, Damian suddenly leaned backward, letting another stab pass in front of his face.
Then he casually raised his leg and kicked the cultivator in the stomach.
BANG!
The man flew backward several ters before crashing into a tree.
Damian lowered his foot and clicked his tongue. "Still, among the three of you, your martial art is the most useful."
The thin man’s expression beca extrely ugly, as only now did he finally realize that Damian was not fighting seriously at all.
He was using them as training partners, and the humiliation made his killing intent boil even more. "Stop playing around! Use the formation!"
The other three cultivators imdiately moved despite their anger.
They surrounded Damian from four directions, their swords glowing with the sa faint red light.
Vulkara’s expression changed. "That’s the Great Fla Sect’s outer disciple sword formation..."
The thin man sneered. "You should feel honored. Since you wanted to see our martial arts, we’ll show you properly."
The four swords rose at the sa ti.
[Four Fla Locking Sword Formation]
Flas burst out from their swords and connected in the air, forming a square-shaped net of red sword light around Damian.
Damian raised an eyebrow. "Oh? A formation-type martial art?"
The thin man grinned coldly. "Now let’s see how you dodge!"
The four cultivators attacked together.
Sword lights ca from every direction, forming a cage of fla that pressed toward Damian from all sides.
This ti, even Damian beca slightly more serious.
[Thunder Flash Steps]
His body flashed rapidly inside the sword formation, leaving behind one thunder afterimage after another.
The fla sword lights cut through the afterimages, but every ti they thought they had caught him, Damian’s real body had already shifted sowhere else.
However, the formation was clearly better than their individual attacks.
It restricted his movent space and forced him to dodge more carefully.
A fla sword light suddenly grazed past his sleeve, burning a small corner of it.
Damian looked at the burn mark and smiled. "Not bad. This formation actually has so use."
The thin man roared, "Die!"
The four of them poured more Qi into their swords, causing the fla net to shrink even faster.
Vulkara clenched her teeth, her heart tightening, but Damian, on the other hand, only exhaled slowly. "Alright, I’ve seen enough."
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