Astral Apostle

His speed suddenly increased as if he had suddenly disappeared from sight. In an instant, he arrived in front of the foremost bandit.

The instantaneous movement shocked everyone, and their reaction was half a beat slow.

The bandit at the front hurriedly blocked, but the cold blade was like a stream of light that instantly occupied his vision.

Splat!

The blade penetrated the skull from the lower jaw.

Zhou Jing exerted strength in his right arm and threw the corpse out, hitting two people on the side.

Immediately after, Zhou Jing took a step forward and spun around to dodge two incoming weapons. The other saber drew an arc of light.

The speed of the saber was so fast that it was difficult to react. It instantly swept past the necks of the two bandits.

There was no obstruction, and it was extremely smooth.

Swish! Swish!

Two heads shot into the sky!

In the blink of an eye, he had killed three people.

What a fast blade!

Everyone was shocked and felt a sense of danger. They finally roused their spirits.

Dorton had originally been relaxed as he watched the group fight, but when he saw this scene, his expression changed, and he could no longer sit still.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it!"

Dorton shouted and charged forward. His scimitar brought with it a whistling wind pressure as he slashed diagonally.

Clang!

Zhou Jing blocked the incoming scimitar.

A surging power rushed at him. His arm sank slightly, but he could not help but grin.

"Your strength is not bad."

Dorton's face was ashen. Without another word, he brandished his scimitar and attacked fiercely.

He did not expect this fellow who was blocking the way alone to be so fierce, cutting down the Mutant Blood Warriors like cutting vegetables. If he did not do it himself, he didn't know how many of his companions would die.

The scimitar slashed down again and again. Zhou Jing was not to be outdone. He clashed with the scimitar, and sparks flew everywhere.

Right now, it was effortless for him to fight an Enhancer once. There was a high chance that he could kill them instantly. He might take more than ten moves to deal with a Second Enhancement, but his physical strength was completely overwhelming. He could use force to break through techniques.

While Third Enhancements were of the same level as him, his innate strength exceeded that of ordinary people. Furthermore, he possessed many breathing techniques and high-quality potion enhancements. His own physical attributes had already reached the level of the Fourth Enhancement, which was a level higher than Dorton's.

His speed was as fast as lightning, and his every strike was heavy. It made Dorton's expression change continuously, draining his strength and exhausting him greatly.

They crossed paths again and again, their feet moving back and forth, creating shallow pits on the ground.

From time to time, they would crash into the houses by the street. The powerful blade lights could cause the houses to collapse in seconds as if they were being demolished by wrecking balls.

In a short while, Dortun's disadvantage was obvious. He was almost stabbed a few times, and his heart grew unsettled.

"Where did this person come from? He probably has a physique that has been enhanced four times. I've clearly checked the hunter list of Deep Rock City, and the highest I've seen is only a triple enhancement!"

Dorton's heart was filled with waves of shock as he received a few more slashes from the saber. His arm felt sore and numb at this point.

Although Zhou Jing's static strength was strong, it was not exaggerated among those of the same level. What was terrifying was the strength brought about by his speed. Every strike was extremely heavy, completely incompatible with the slender and light double blades he wielded. Every time Dorton blocked a slash, it felt like a mountain was descending on him!

Dorton's hands were bleeding from the shock, and the hilt of his scimitar was slippery with blood.

"I'm no match for him!"

He subconsciously thought of this.

However, Dorton still had many companions by his side. Although he was not Zhou Jing's match in a one-on-one battle, it was still extremely useful to have his people on the side.

The other Mutant Blood Bandits were fighting at the side, constantly harassing Zhou Jing, forcing him to divert his energy to deal with the attacks and interrupt the battle.

Once Zhou Jing wanted to attack others, he would increase his strength and force Zhou Jing to continue fighting with him… but he would not succeed every time.

Zhou Jing's speed far exceeded the level of third enhancements. As long as he activated the [Internal Electric Discharge] state and activated his [Hunter's Breathing·Speed], he would be able to move through the crowd like a bolt of lightning. He was extremely slippery, making it impossible for the enemy to surround him. Be it in attack or escape, he had the initiative.

As long as there was a second's gap, Zhou Jing would be able to seize the opportunity to attack a bandit. If the other party could not react in time, he would have a chance to kill him in an instant.

Amidst the chaotic battle, another three bandits at the first enhancement died under Zhou Jing's blade.

Zhou Jing's powerful lethality made the remaining dozen or so bandits nervous. They could only support each other as much as possible, afraid that someone else would be killed.

Rumble—

Both sides kept moving in the intense battle. The damage caused by more than 20 Mutant Blood Warriors was astonishing. Wherever they passed, houses collapsed, streets shattered, and the wind produced by their weapons could almost snuff out the flames.

The battlefield quickly passed through four to five streets, dragging out a path of ruins in the town.

The commotion here also attracted the attention of the lone bandits scattered around the town. One after another, the bandits rushed over and hurriedly joined the battle.

"I've just killed six, seven of the stronghold guards are dead, and there's still a corpse in the lord's castle… There are nearly 40 bandits, and nearly half of them are dead or injured. Most of the rest have gathered here…"

Zhou Jing observed the situation as he fought.

Suddenly, a few bandits nearby raised their hands and threw out a few packets of purple powder.

Swoosh!

Zhou Jing's body moved faster than he could think. He quickly dodged to the side. Only some of his clothes were stained, but they emitted a corrosive white smoke.

Swish!

With a flash of the blade, the clothes that were stained with the powder were all cut off. When they landed on the ground, they were quickly corroded.

"Is it corrosive poison powder? If I touch it, I don't know if my elemental resistance can withstand it… It doesn't feel like it's the correct trait to go against that."

Zhou Jing narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, his two blades flew out, forcing the bandits away and allowing him to break out of the encirclement at high speed.