If military soldiers had such skill, even when facing a million troops, as long as he had strength left, he would not fall down. And his enemies would become nothing more that a pile of bodies which could be lined up to form a mountain!
If assassins’ had such techniques, it would only give rise to the rumors of the mysterious killer in the continent.
Whichever person had that kind of skill could transform it to preserve life and usurp death!
To such a person, killing was already an habit. An instinct or a pinnacle of art and even a supreme achievement! Just like a grand-master artist would be able to blend in all what they see and capture the feelings within, a martial artist could also do so.
This was the dream of all warriors and assassins, but no one had ever been able to reach the pinnacle of killing! However, Jun Mo Xie, his nephew, could do it? Was that even likely?
Jun Wu Yi had a lot of questions that he wanted to ask, Where was it that this brat learnt to kill? How did he even practice? More importantly, what did he practice?
Jun Wu Yi felt that his nephew was so mysterious and he was unable to see through him. Although his current cultivation was only at the Fourth Level of Xuan Qi, from his earlier performance, one surely couldn’t look down on him!