Given the gulf in Xuan Qi levels between Jun Moxie and Guan Qinghan, even if Jun Moxie struck other parts of her body, it might not cause harm. However, the throat is one of the most vital and fragile points on the human body, whereas the elbow is one of the hardest. To use the enemy's weakness against their strength—to conquer the strong with the weak! A single, decisive blow!
It was the game-changing, match-winning strike!
That was why Jun Wuyi was so utterly shocked!
Was Moxie truly that skilled?! Or perhaps it was just coincidence? Jun Wuyi mused, refocusing his gaze on the battle. Yet, with every subsequent exchange, even though Jun Moxie appeared to be taking a beating, in Jun Wuyi’s eyes, every move Jun Moxie made, if only applied with force, would have killed Guan Qinghan before she could knock him down! Perhaps even more than once in a single exchange!
Jun Wuyi fell silent! He observed closely—
In this move, Jun Moxie’s dodge was perfectly timed. The middle finger of his raised fist jutted out noticeably. If struck in a straight line, it would hit the back of Guan Qinghan’s skull! This was another exquisitely vulnerable point on the body! If that slightly protruding knuckle struck the Yuzhen acupoint at the back of the head…
In this move, Jun Moxie’s knee positioning and movement were altered, forming a sharp angle. If he hadn't retreated but advanced instead, it would have aimed directly for… the fatal spot in the lower abdomen! …
The heart!
The temple!
The tailbone!
The eyes, the throat, behind the ear…
Guan Qinghan fought with exhilarating abandon, feeling invigorated and triumphant. Jun Moxie struggled desperately, crying out in silent agony. Meanwhile, Jun Wuyi watched from the sidelines, his heart pounding against his ribs… sweating profusely!
This torrent of sweat was for Guan Qinghan. Every few exchanges, Jun Wuyi would feel a wave of dread. With his eyesight, it took him a moment to fully process the deadly peril Guan Qinghan was facing in that move, and by then, several more exchanges had already passed! Yet, Guan Qinghan herself, having faced the call of death countless times, remained completely unaware, fighting with glorious spirit!
And every time Jun Moxie instinctively pulled back an intended, lethal counter-attack, Jun Third Master perceived it!
It was terrifying. Even with the realm of a Earth Profound expert and his supreme composure, Jun Third Master could barely sustain watching!
It was horrific! As the saying goes, the bystander sees most clearly—and this bystander was not just clear-headed, he was nearly scared to death!
He dared not rashly interrupt this delicate dance of death! He feared that a single word from him might disturb Jun Moxie, causing him to pull back too late, and Guan Qinghan would perish instantly! The sheer sharpness and decisiveness of Jun Moxie's movements meant that even with his legs fully functional, Jun Wuyi would have been too slow to stop it!
Finally, Jun Moxie was knocked to the ground ten times. Guan Qinghan, feeling her task satisfactorily completed, uttered not a word, bowed briefly to Jun Wuyi in apology, lifted the two jugs of wine, and departed without looking back, victorious. From start to finish, showing neither joy nor anger, her expression remained as cold as ever. Despite such violent exertion, she hadn't broken a sweat, making the brutal beating of Jun Moxie seem effortless for her—the natural outcome when a high-tier Xuan practitioner deals with a low-tier novice, wouldn't it?
Jun Wuyi stared blankly as Guan Qinghan left, his shock beyond measure! Based on his calculations, during that fight, if it had been a real life-or-death battle, Guan Qinghan should have died at least forty-seven times! And every single time, Jun Moxie could have emerged completely unscathed!
What a terrifying statistic! One must remember that Jun Moxie was only displaying the cultivation of a Fourth Grade Xuan Qi practitioner, while Guan Qinghan was already Ninth Grade, a master among the younger generation on the verge of breaking through to the Silver Grade Xuan practitioner realm!
Could the legend that a lower-tier Xuan practitioner cannot defeat a higher-tier Xuan practitioner be shattered by his own nephew?!
No, by now, it had become established fact!
And the most terrifying part was that all of Jun Moxie's moves were clearly subconscious, instinctive reactions! But each time, he forcibly reined them in just as he was about to strike! What did this imply? What did this mean!
Jun Wuyi broke out in a cold sweat!
It meant that Jun Moxie was thoroughly accustomed to killing. When making those movements, it was entirely unconscious!
Without thought, without consideration, he naturally found the enemy’s weakness and delivered the fatal blow upon being attacked!
Killing had become instinct!
Only then could such a situation arise!
How many people must one kill to hone such an instinctive reaction???
Even with Jun Wuyi’s formidable composure, he could barely bear to think further.
He was accustomed to fierce military commanders, accustomed to life-and-death struggles on the battlefield, and intimately familiar with bloody slaughter; having survived countless assassination attempts by cold-blooded killers, and having personally trained many assassins, Jun Wuyi, despite fighting in over a hundred campaigns and being responsible for countless deaths, had never—never—encountered such a terrifying individual!
A monster?!
If he doesn't act, he does nothing; but the moment he moves, he kills! Killing had thoroughly integrated into his instinct, becoming the first neural reflex!
And this terrifying, ruthless, devilish monster was his own nephew!
The nephew universally considered a good-for-nothing throughout the entire Imperial Capital!
Jun Moxie!
Jun Wuyi groaned, covering his eyes: What have I seen? I must be dreaming! If this is a nightmare, please wake me up quickly!
A nightmare?! If Moxie truly possessed such terrifying power, how could it be a nightmare! Perhaps it was even a sweet dream!
At that moment, Jun Wuyi suddenly recalled what Jun Moxie had said when pleading with Old Master Jun to revoke the order: “Grandpa, I don’t know how to fight! Truly, I really don’t know how to fight!”
The prodigal son famous throughout the capital city didn't know how to fight?! The Old Master’s first reaction upon hearing this was to kick Jun Moxie hard on the backside, then puff out his beard and roar towards the door: “Get out!”
Jun Wuyi, who heard it at the same time, had almost burst out laughing; for a long time, even recalling the phrase made him laugh involuntarily: It was simply too hilarious.
Not knowing how to fight could certainly be taken literally, but it could also be interpreted as…
Only now did he fully, truly understand the real meaning behind those words: Jun Moxie, he truly did not know how to fight—he only knew how to kill!
This purity of killing technique, honed to the extreme, had merged into his blood, into his soul, into every bone, every inch of muscle, and every nerve in his body!
If a soldier on the battlefield possessed such skill, even in the midst of a million troops, as long as he could still move, he would never fall! And his enemies would pile up in rows and mountains of corpses!
If an assassin in an organization possessed such skill, they would be invincible! They would create an assassination legend across the Xuan Xuan Continent!
Whoever possessed such skill could transform into the Death God who rewrites fate!
To reach this level, killing was no longer a choice, but a habit, an instinct, or perhaps the pinnacle of art, even the highest form of achievement! Just like a master artisan whose painting, with a single stroke, creates a timeless landscape of green mountains and clear waters! Just like a musical master whose understanding of melody is profound, whose casual strumming conjures celestial sounds echoing between heaven and earth!
It was the apex of killing that all warriors and assassins dreamt of but no one had ever achieved! But how could Jun Moxie, his nephew, accomplish this?? How could it possibly be Jun Moxie?!
A massive question mark settled in Jun Wuyi’s mind: Where did he learn this? How did he master it? Most importantly, what did he use to practice it?!
Jun Wuyi felt that he could no longer see through his nephew. Although he currently only displayed the cultivation of a Fourth Grade Xuan Qi practitioner, based on his recent performance, Jun Wuyi felt he now had to look up to him!