After receiving the news of his teammate’s death, the Long Blade, a level-four genetic warrior, was shaken and then let out a disgruntled roar. He understood that the situation was beyond his control now—if the enemy’s reinforcements came, with his battered body, he was sure to die unequivocally, let alone defeat the other party.
At this moment, he went mad again, genetic potential bursting forth, his declining strength rising once more, ready to fight Jiang Mingtian to the death at once.
However, during the last clash of swords, the genetic warrior suddenly widened his eyes.
The long blade in his hand reached its limit and broke with a snap.
The broken blade flew past his eyes and finally plunged deep into the ground beside him.
At this moment, Jiang Mingtian burst into laughter, fighting to this extent, never expecting that his victory would come from the weapon itself.
It seemed, the power of money played an essential role.
Seizing this opportunity, Jiang Mingtian raised his sword and unleashed eight swift strikes.
Originally, Long Blade could have fended off the killer moves, but with his weapon destroyed, the blade shortened, and in his defense, one strike got through, his body and the armor he wore were immediately cleaved into two halves.
"I cannot accept this." Long Blade was no longer calm as before, roaring up at the sky.
He had unlocked his genetic potential, ready to fight the strong enemy before him, yet the weapon he had always treated as a trusted friend had betrayed him. It didn’t accompany him to the very end.
Jiang Mingtian, capitalizing on his victorious strike, did not stop there and launched another attack with his sword.
The defeat of Long Blade was sealed, leaving him powerless to resist, his arm was swiftly sliced off, followed by his head.
Blood spattered, splashing on the spot.
This genetic warrior named Long Blade eventually died with regret, falling before an enemy who was slightly weaker than him, just like the woman named Li Jiao, unable to take a Golden Academy newbie on the road.
Jiang Mingtian couldn’t help but grin as he looked at the shattered corpse in front of him.
He didn’t feel his victory was undeserved, because the weapon was also a part of strength. If he had to blame anything, it would be the lack of money to buy a better weapon.
"If his blade hadn’t suddenly broken, I would have undoubtedly been doomed."
Now that the excitement had subsided, Jiang Mingtian felt a tinge of fear, glancing at the side, he found that a genetic warrior had fallen beside Li Yi. Though it was just a woman, her strength was definitely terrifying. And judging by the surroundings, they had been through a fierce battle, but without a doubt, the result was Li Yi’s victory.
"Li Yi’s strength is truly much greater than mine; he managed to kill a genetic warrior with his bare hands."
Only after his narrow victory did Jiang Mingtian realize just how formidable a level-four genetic warrior could be, not only possessing absurd physical attributes but also wearing enhanced armor, fully armed, where a common Spiritual Realm Evolver would lose at first contact.
"If I hadn’t been enhanced by sword techniques before I arrived, I wouldn’t have even lasted until the moment his weapon broke. And he even had a desperate move at the last moment, but no matter what, fate was on my side."
As he thought this, he couldn’t help but spew out a mouthful of blood, his whole body weakly collapsing to the ground.
Blood flowed out of various wounds.
At this time, Jiang Mingtian tremblingly took out a small bottle of potion from his body and drank it all in one go.
The wounds on his body could be seen healing at a visible rate.
The healing effect was better than that of Extraordinary Water.
In fact, what Jiang Mingtian had consumed was a regenerative potion for the human body, a very expensive medical treatment, but there was no time to consider its value now. The most important thing was to recover; his own battle was over, but the fights elsewhere were still ongoing.
"Li Yi, how are you?"
After taking the potion and catching his breath, Jiang Mingtian stood up again, walking towards Li Yi with somewhat unsteady steps, inquiring about his condition.