This meant that for Fang Ming to kill this mountain bandit, he would have to strike at least a dozen times, and each strike would need to be at full power.
This was extremely dangerous.
A dozen strikes would take a considerable amount of time.
If he was delayed, the second-in-command nearby could come to his rescue at any moment.
And falling behind by one step meant falling behind in every subsequent step.
If he dragged it out until the mountain bandit leader arrived, Fang Ming's chances of winning would be very low.
But now, this possibility had vanished.
The difference between a mortal and a Qi Yuan realm transcendent lay in two aspects: one was the Qi Yuan attack of the Qi Yuan realm cultivator, which dealt far greater damage than mortals;
The other was the protective Qi barrier, which provided defense far beyond that of mortals.
This also meant that without the protective Qi barrier, the physical strength of a Qi Yuan realm cultivator was the same as that of a mortal.
Higher-level Qi Yuan realm cultivators could simultaneously maintain multiple Qi Yuan attacks and protective Qi barriers, but a Qi Yuan third-stage cultivator could not.
When the third-in-command attempted to quickly kill Fang Ming with multiple Qi Yuan attacks,
It also meant that his defense became the same as a mortal's, and Fang Ming could also quickly kill him.
Who would die was a gamble on time.
It was a gamble on whether the multiple Qi Yuan attacks would hit Fang Ming's body first, or whether Fang Ming's long saber would first strike the third-in-command.
The speed of Qi Yuan was far greater than that of a long saber.
The speed of a single Qi Yuan attack could far surpass the speed of an ordinary long saber strike.
When multiple Qi Yuan attacks were directed at various areas simultaneously, it was naturally easier to hit the enemy and eliminate them more quickly.
If an ordinary person were to duel with the third-in-command, they would inevitably be annihilated by the multiple Qi Yuan attacks first.
However, Fang Ming was different.
Fang Ming's saber, like a storm, carried divine and astonishing techniques, sealing off all of the third-in-command's escape routes.
Before the third-in-command could even react, the saber had already entered his body, completely extinguishing the life force in his heart.
Killing him required only one strike.
The human body had countless vital points. Killing with a long saber, without the protective Qi barrier, the third-in-command was not much better off than an ordinary bandit.
All it took was the eyesight to see through the flaws.
All it took was the courage to gamble on who would die first against multiple Qi Yuan attacks.
One could kill him.
Fang Ming sheathed his saber.
The four Qi Yuan attacks, which had already approached his body and were only half a second away from striking him and causing fatal damage, fell powerlessly to the ground and gradually faded away, disappearing completely.
Nearby, the second-in-command, who had rushed to his rescue, let out an extremely terrified cry.
Although Fang Ming's battle with the third-in-command seemed to last a long time, in a life-or-death struggle, the time was very short.
In less than ten seconds, the battle had gone from beginning to end.
Killing was not a performance.
It did not require so much time.
Fang Ming's killing techniques were so swift and exquisite because he knew that when fighting an enemy far superior to himself, a quick victory was the only truth; delaying would only lead him into a disadvantageous combat situation.
However, such swift and rapid killing techniques only filled the second-in-command's face with terror. He had never imagined that a transcendent, a Qi Yuan third-stage cultivator, a non-novice transcendent, could be killed by an ordinary young man in less than ten seconds.
This was not metaphysics.
The second-in-command's mind was filled with only one thought.
And in the distance, the mountain bandit leader, who was rushing over, was also utterly shocked.
"A mortal, killing a transcendent, in less than ten seconds..."
"This young man... this young man..."
"Who exactly is he?"
While both were still in a state of shock,
Fang Ming had already used his energy converter to absorb energy.
Qi Yuan was a power that leaned towards inner energy and true qi, yet surpassed them, approaching the level of primal essence.
Qi Yuan third-stage was not considered strong; one could leap three to four zhang. Even with the ability to project Qi Yuan for offense, it would not be much stronger than a martial artist in the Jin Yong or Gu Long martial arts worlds.
A leap of three to four zhang, equivalent to a twelve-meter leap, the height of a four-story building. At this level, even in the Jin Yong or Gu Long martial arts worlds, they would only be considered second-rate martial artists, at most capable of dominating in eras like "Bi Xue" or "Lu Ding." In the "Tian Long" era that Fang Ming had previously visited, there were dozens of such martial artists in even second or third-rate sects like the Wuliang Sword Sect.
However, this was clearly a transcendent.
With transcendent power, Fang Ming was no longer limited by his frail young body and could exert strength beyond the mortal realm.
Directly from the strength of a weak young boy... the strength of an ordinary boy... the strength of an adult... the strength of someone whose body had reached its limit... the strength that surpassed all ordinary mortals.
And Fang Ming, with his rich combat experience, once he possessed transcendent power that was no longer limited by his body, and the "hardware" was up to par,
Then his ability to challenge those of higher cultivation levels would be effortless.
Just like now.
Fang Ming faced the second-in-command and unleashed a Qi Yuan attack.
It was still a pale green Qi Yuan.
Both were Qi Yuan third-stage.
But the outcome was decided in a single move.
Under Fang Ming's control, the Qi Yuan seemed to possess life and intelligence, exhausting all its mysteries and, like the wind, ended the second-in-command's life.
One move decided both the victory and the death.
The second-in-command was dead.
He died with his eyes wide open.
To his death, he never understood why this young man had suddenly transformed from a mortal into a transcendent.
If he possessed such ability, why hadn't he used it before?
Was he pretending to be weak to lure them into a trap?
How resentful must he be to encounter someone who specifically hid their cultivation to show off?
It was too unfair!
It was truly too unfair!
He died with his eyes wide open!
"You... are a transcendent."
The mountain bandit leader stared intently at Fang Ming.
Every syllable he spoke seemed to be squeezed from between his teeth.
Full of malicious intent!
Truly full of malicious intent! m..oΓg
How could there be such a wicked person in this world, who specifically disguised himself as a mortal and then killed those stronger than him, to attract extreme attention.
And the feeling of showing off and slapping faces.
He had previously felt his worldview collapse when a mortal could defeat a transcendent head-on, feeling it was as incredible as approaching a myth or legend.
Now he knew he had been shocked for nothing.
It turned out to be a transcendent young master, bored and possessing extremely high martial prowess, who had deliberately come down to experience the thrill of showing off, slapping faces, and counter-killing.
So, can these rich young masters who play immersive experiences and read too many stories about showing off and slapping faces, to the point of personally coming out to act as righteous heroes, just die sooner?
Fishing for evidence, pretending to be a weak youth to lure them in, and then slapping their faces and counter-killing them to gain pleasure.
If he had revealed his strength earlier, no one would have dared to provoke him!
He had to kill our entire bandit group, leaving only me behind, before revealing his true strength.