Immortal Sword Master

Chapter 353: Chapter 349: One Against Three, Is It Hard?

As the three figures entered, the area burst into a complete uproar.

The three of them charged straight in, their momentum unstoppable. Only after the five-mile mark did their pace slow slightly.

Soon, they broke past the Eight-Mile mark and continued onward without stopping, finally coming to a halt in the Ninth-Mile zone, just like Ning Jiang.

”Hm?”

All three glanced at Ning Jiang in surprise. Seeing the mask on his face, they couldn’t identify him, but anyone who could stand with them in the Ninth-Mile zone possessed strength that couldn’t be underestimated.

”Who are you? I don’t believe we’ve ever met.”

Among the three, an old man wore a straw cloak and a conical hat. His voice was hoarse, and he appeared utterly unremarkable, yet no one present dared to look down on him.

”The world is vast. There will always be people you don’t know,” Ning Jiang murmured, his voice ethereal.

”Putting on an act,” a burly man beside him snorted. His arms were thicker than a person’s legs, and standing there, he resembled a human bear, exuding immense pressure. ”Let me be clear: this True Essence of Sword Intent is ours.”

”Oh? And what if I don’t agree?” Ning Jiang’s voice was calm.

”Unless you want to fight the three of us at once. But I’d advise you not to ask for trouble,” the third man spoke up.

His tone was icy, his gaze sharp. His face was stern and solemn, giving off a humorless impression.

”What’s going on with the Three Great Swords? It looks like they’ve teamed up.”

”It is strange. The Three Great Swords are all lone wolves. Even though they’re all in Qing Province, I’ve never seen them form a united front like this.”

”With the Three Great Swords working together, I bet he’ll know to back down.”

The crowd’s eyes were all on Ning Jiang.

In their eyes, Ning Jiang’s strength might be comparable to one of the Three Great Swords, but taking on all three at once was likely impossible.

The Three Great Swords were the three most elite Sword Cultivators in Qing Province, holding the title of ”Great Swords” and possessing a fearsome reputation. Ning Jiang, on the other hand, was a mysterious master who had appeared out of nowhere. His fame was leagues below that of the Three Great Swords, so naturally, the crowd didn’t favor his chances.

However, Ning Jiang’s reply was beyond their expectations.

”Fighting three at once... Is that supposed to be difficult?”

As his voice faded, the entire area fell into an instantaneous, dead silence.

Only the flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder in the sky remained.

Everyone stared at Ning Jiang, dumbfounded. How could one sentence be so arrogant?

The Three Great Swords had been famous for years; many Sword Cultivators had grown up hearing their names. Who would dare speak to them like that?

”Arrogant fool!”

CLANG!

With the ringing of a sword, the stern, middle-aged man among the Three Great Swords was the first to strike.

That was his personality—stern, humorless, and averse to pointless chatter. In his eyes, Ning Jiang’s words were an insult.

And if that was the case, there was no need for any more talk.

A Sword Cultivator only needs the sword in their hand to prove themselves.

A sword is more powerful than any words!

His draw was so fast it was like a flash of light.

The next moment, the sword was already at Ning Jiang’s throat.

”So fast.”

”That Flash Sword Drawing Technique is terrifying. Many Sword Cultivators who fight him die before they can even draw their own swords.”

The Flash Sword Drawing Technique. This Swordsmanship was infamous throughout Qing Province, and countless masters had died by it.

It was an ultimate Swift Sword, drawing the blade as fast as a flash of light. By the time one reacted, their throat had already been slit.

Imagine two Sword Cultivators facing off. They draw their swords at the same time, but one of them has cultivated the Flash Sword Drawing Technique and is faster. The other might only be halfway through their draw before being killed.

But was Ning Jiang some run-of-the-mill opponent?

As a Legendary Venerable, what kind of attack hadn’t he seen before?

He had seen far, far too many attacks that were even more impossible to guard against than this Flash Sword Drawing Technique.

The moment the stern middle-aged man made his move, Ning Jiang read his attack from the twitch of his shoulder.

Now, with a slight shift of his feet, he perfectly dodged the strike.

”What? He dodged it?”

The stern middle-aged man’s pupils constricted, his heart pounding with shock.

The other two Great Swords also frowned, their expressions showing surprise.

They had experienced the Flash Sword Drawing Technique firsthand. Even with their strength, they wouldn’t have been able to dodge it as cleanly as Ning Jiang had; they would have been forced to block it head-on.

’He’s got some skill.’

The stern middle-aged man snorted. With a flick of his wrist, he fully unleashed his Sword Technique, which transformed into a storm of sword-shadows that enveloped Ning Jiang’s eyes, throat, chest, and other vital points.

But Ning Jiang’s expression remained placid. His feet seemed to glide as if on ice, and in a blur, he closed the distance to the stern man. He thrust his hand out like a great iron spear, stabbing toward the man’s chest.

’That’s the move!’

The one-eyed man who had fought Ning Jiang before felt his pupils shrink. He had been defeated by Ning Jiang with that very same move.

But the stern middle-aged man’s Sword Technique was clearly a cut above his. Unflustered, he swiftly retracted his Treasure Sword, holding it horizontally to block his chest.

THUD.

A loud sound echoed as his feet scraped against the ground, pushed back by a tremendous force.

’He’s strong. This man is also a Body Refiner.’

The stern middle-aged man’s expression was grave. Both his hands were now slightly numb; Ning Jiang’s Power was the greatest he had ever encountered in his life.

”Forget it, let’s attack together. If even he can’t take this guy down, we’ll lose face in front of Young Master Wei.”

The other two exchanged a look and decided to attack together.

”Take this!”

A sudden gale blew, making it difficult for anyone to keep their footing.

The burly man was now holding a Broadsword.

A normal sword’s blade is about a finger’s width, but his was as wide as half an arm. Furthermore, he didn’t attack by slashing with the edge but by swinging the flat of the wide blade, as if trying to smash Ning Jiang into a meat paste.

”Petty tricks.”

Ning Jiang snorted. Showing no weakness, he slapped his palm forward to meet the attack.

BOOM.

The air itself seemed to explode from the force of the palm strike, creating a massive sound.

BANG.

His palm and the Broadsword collided. A fierce gust of wind instantly radiated outward, forcing many of the distant Sword Cultivators to retreat again and again, unable to stand firm.

’What monstrous strength.’

The burly man’s heart sank. He now knew for certain that Ning Jiang was a formidable enemy.

”Again!”

He roared furiously, planting his feet so hard they sank deep into the ground. Gripping the sword with both hands, this time he didn’t swing the flat but brought the sharp edge down with a vicious chop!

This was a strike with his full power. Every bone, sinew, and muscle in his body, even his spine, was engaged to deliver maximum force.

A strike like this was heavy and overwhelming—a perfect example of brute force overcoming all skill.

No matter how exquisite your Sword Technique, my one strike will shatter it.

At the same moment his sword came chopping down, the old man in the straw cloak also made his move. He was small and thin, his hands hidden within his cloak, his sword nowhere to be seen.

But that was what made him the most terrifying.

It meant his sword was unpredictable. No one knew when he would strike.

He cultivated the Sleeve Sword technique.

And among the Three Great Swords, his strength was implicitly the greatest.

Just as he closed in on Ning Jiang.

SHIIING.

Without any warning, a flash of sword light erupted from his sleeve!