Chapter 73: Could It Be a Spatial Ring?

Boom!

In an instant, Jiang Changkong’s aura surged, a bronze luster radiating from his body, impossible for his black clothes to conceal.

A powerful wave of Star Power rippled out, Blade Qi scattering in all directions. He Long and the other man were forced back several steps, their faces filled with shock.

Jiang Changkong had directly elevated both martial arts to perfection—Star Sea Peak!

“You’re at Star Sea Peak?”

He Long was stunned. Had he been hiding it since the fifteenth consecutive victory?

“This man might possess a Hidden Star Ring more advanced than mine, something impossible for a small city like Jiangcheng to have.”

Golden light erupted from the black-clad man’s body. “Whether he’s sent by the Federation to investigate us or not, he must die.”

The golden light flickered like a blazing sun. His steps shifted, leaving behind trails of golden afterimages.

Golden radiance filled the air as terrifying high temperatures rolled in.

He Long’s sword gleamed with red light, his blade blazing with flames.

“Blade leaves no trace.”

Jiang Changkong uttered softly, his long blade silent, its trajectory invisible.

The blade moved without a trace, soundless and unnoticed.

Figures flickered, shifting and turning. Fire sprang from his feet, yet not a hint of high temperature was revealed.

Clang!

The blade descended, the Star Power and Power Runes within his body vibrating simultaneously.

Boom!

An explosive sound erupted, the ground cracking as Star Power surged. Both men staggered back.

“What terrifying strength.”

Their expressions shifted, their hearts sinking, yet they showed no trace of fear.

Jiang Changkong’s earlier strike contained not only terrifying Star Power but also strength comparable to Star Sea Peak.

The Bronze Skin Iron Bone Technique had been upgraded to perfection, forming the third Power Rune.

With all three Power Runes vibrating together, it rivaled Star Sea Peak.

As the Mystical Fire Step was executed, while the two were still stunned, the blade’s momentum rose again. The traceless blade struck once more.

“Kill! Triple Golden Sun!”

The black-clad man shouted lowly, golden light erupting as sword energy resembling a golden sun stacked threefold.

“Magma Sword!”

He Long’s long sword trembled, causing rubble on the ground to fly up and merge into the fiery red sword energy, resembling molten lava.

As the two swords attacked, Jiang Changkong’s blade shifted, Star Power pouring into the long blade as he slashed toward the black-clad man.

His left hand transformed into a palm, thick and colorless Star Power spreading across it.

“Daring to catch my sword barehanded? You’re seeking death.”

He Long sneered, the Magma Sword intensifying further.

Boom!

Squelch!

The long blade descended, blood spraying. As the blade turned, the black-clad man’s tiger’s mouth split open, his long sword flying from his grasp.

Driven by the powerful Star Power in his left palm, Star Power surged in all directions. Jiang Changkong remained unmoved, his left palm directly plunging into the Star Power and grasping the sword’s body.

A slight stinging pain followed, threads of blood seeping out.

He Long’s expression changed, crimson sword light rising once more. But the long blade was faster.

After injuring the black-clad man with one strike, Jiang Changkong turned and delivered another blade strike—he intended to eliminate He Long first.

Squelch!

The traceless blade fell, a scream piercing the air as blood gushed forth. The arm holding the sword was severed directly.

A pained shriek tore through the night sky, startling the others as well.

Jiang Changkong’s expression darkened slightly; he no longer wished to prolong the fight.

Traceless Blade Qi flashed, severing He Long’s legs as well.

This time, the blade fell without causing fatal wounds, only crippling the tendons in his feet.

“You won’t escape.”

He Long’s miserable state terrified the black-clad man, who turned to flee.

Fire sprang from his feet, his body like a phantom. The blade moved without a trace, akin to a meteor from beyond the heavens.

The black-clad man’s expression shifted—it was too late to dodge. He could only raise his sword to block.

Thud!

Thump!

Though he managed to block the blade’s edge in time, the terrifying force directly forced his legs to buckle, kneeling him to the ground.

The ground cracked, rubble flying. Blood gushed from the black-clad man’s mouth, his eyes filled with terror.

The long blade pressed down with force, Star Power and Power Runes surging once more. Jiang Changkong’s long sword descended swiftly, the long blade smoothly slashing across the right arm.

An arm flew off, followed by another agonized scream, as the clamor around them grew louder.

Jiang Changkong remained calm in his heart, his fierce palm driving the long blade downward, severing the tendons of the foot.

Grabbing He Long and the black-clad man, Jiang Changkong leaped into the air and charged out of the martial market.

Having already scouted the area, he was fully aware of the nearby personnel arrangements.

Soon, he encountered over a dozen black-clad men, but they were all at the Star Cloud Level. A sweep of Blade Qi sent all those who tried to block him flying backward, severely injured.

The experts had all been lured away, and among those remaining, even if there was an occasional Star Sea Level fighter, they were no match for Jiang Changkong in a single move.

He didn’t resort to lethal force, as these people bore no grudge against him.

He merely injured them enough to prevent pursuit.

Soon, Jiang Changkong broke out of the martial market, used Star Power to staunch their wounds, and swiftly vanished into the night with them in tow.

Dragging the two, he ran for an entire hour before finally stopping.

“Boss He, sending so many people after me was quite the clever plan.”

Jiang Changkong dropped the two men, pulled off the black-clad man’s mask, revealing an unfamiliar face. “This person isn’t from Jiangcheng, is he?”

The Star Sea Peak experts in Jiangcheng were all accounted for, and this stranger was definitely not from Jiangcheng.

“You’re not from Jiangcheng either,” the black-clad man said, his expression twisted with pain. “Are you sent by the Federation?”

“Half and half,” Jiang Changkong replied calmly. “Now it’s your turn to confess your dealings. How useful were those firearms?”

Their faces immediately paled. “So you really are here to investigate this.”

“Then, please speak,” Jiang Changkong said.

“Fine, I’ll talk.”

The black-clad man sighed bitterly, lowering his head and looking at his left hand, where an inconspicuous black iron ring adorned his middle finger.

Jiang Changkong was slightly taken aback. So easily?

The next moment, however, his expression changed drastically as two Starlight Force Bombs, appearing out of nowhere, materialized in the black-clad man’s hands.

“Die!”

The black-clad man’s face twisted with ferocity as the two Starlight Force Bombs exploded instantly.

Hum

A solidified Taiji Diagram instantly swallowed the Starlight Force Bombs, diverting the torrent of Star Power to the side.

Waves of terrifying force erupted as a Taiji Diagram manifested within Jiang Changkong’s body.

Simultaneously, another Taiji Diagram protected the upper bodies of He Long and the black-clad man.

A layer of Star Power Protective Shield also materialized around the black-clad man.

Boom

A terrifying explosion rang out. Jiang Changkong’s body glowed with a bronze light, standing firm as a mountain.

The Taiji Diagram shattered, and wounds appeared across his bronze skin, blood flowing freely.

As for them, their Taiji Diagram and Protective Shield shattered one after another, engulfed by the Star Power.

Bones fractured, chests caved in, the two were blasted away, their severed legs flying off.

The remaining leg was also riddled with wounds.

Their faces were covered in blood, scars crisscrossing their features, making them look as wretched as ghosts.

The two fallen men were not dead.

He Long lay in the weeds, looking at him weakly. “Taiji Fist, Iron Shirt!”

Jiang Changkong wiped the blood from his body, circulating his Star Power to staunch the wounds. “Why bother? A path to certain death.”

The two struggled to move but found it nearly impossible.

“Where did those bombs come from just now?”

Jiang Changkong strode directly to the black-clad man, his Star Power surging and transforming into countless Blade Qi, stripping the man completely bare.

There was nothing on his body except for that black iron ring.

It was pitch black, engraved with a cloud pattern.

The black-clad man’s twisted face grew agitated. “Don’t even think about it. Let’s perish together—”

Thud

Blade Qi swept through, severing heads and sending them flying. Jiang Changkong struck again with his blade, cutting off a hand.

Picking up the ring, he wondered, “Could this be a Space Ring? Is it infused with Star Power?”

Jiang Changkong channeled Star Power into the ring, which emitted a hazy glow. In his mind, an image appeared—no, it was a small space.

About three cubic meters in size, it contained two objects covered with black cloth and a small pile of Star Stones.

There weren’t many Star Stones—only fifty-five—but they were all top-tier third-grade!

With a thought, a piece of black cloth appeared in his hand, revealing a cluster of round spheres.

Starlight Force Bombs!