EVERYBODY IS KUNG FU FIGHTING , WHILE I STARTED A FARM

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Chapter 141: Thunderblade, Second Fold

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“What would this thing grow?

“Fruits? Vegetables? Cultivation manuals?”

Jiang He fiddled with the Mysterious Soil before putting it away. He would wait until his farm leveled up before planting it.

“Oh, right. After I harvested the Yuanbao and reach twenty-thousand Farm Points, I could afford to improve my martial arts now.”

Jiang He mused to himself for a long time before eventually selecting the Ninefold Thunderblade, to make up for his shortcomings in offensive strength… of course, this attack was weak to peak-level rank-nines.

[Ding!]

[Farm Points -10000]

[Congratulations, Host. You have gained Mastery over the Second Fold of the Ninefold Thunderblade.]

Jiang He left his yard.

Drawing out his Dragon-Slaying Saber and directing his True Qi, he slashed out into thin air.

There was an audible thunderous rumble, and a thunder-slash that extended over twenty meters descended from the skies.

Boom!

A house opposite was cut down by the slash.

“The power in this slash is good. Even if I don’t use royal sword, I could kill a rank-eight in several slashes, although it would be lacking when I’m up against a rank-nine martial artist.”

Jiang He made an estimation.

If he clashed against a rank-eight like Guilty Star, his twenty-meter thunder-slashes would definitely leave him helpless.

After a few swings, he would die if he could not block it.

That was the advantage of Ninefold Thunderblade—fierce and overwhelming, cornering the opponent with aura. If my first swing could not be deflected, you would be left with no space to breathe, let alone retaliate when the second and third swing comes.

However, advantages were still drawbacks in disguise.

After all, elites like the Third Elder of the Sky Demon Cult would never fall even after dozens of swings. In spite of the ferocity and overwhelming force of the Ninefold Thunderblade, it was stiff as it only moved in straight lines. If an opportunity was exploited for a lethal retaliation, Jiang He’s death was only assured.

“Luckily, I have the Dark Golden Combat Suit.”

With the Dark Golden Combat Suit that basically kept him immune from most rank-nine attacks, he could allow himself to be beaten up as much as he wanted, and remain unscathed. On the other hand, his opponent would be maimed if they could not block his blade.

Returning inside the mansion, Jiang He took out one of the mutated black wood-ears and handed it to Sora.

There was still a lot of meat in the kitchen fridge. In fact, it was filled to the brim with Leopard Python Meat and Feral Beef.

Recently, Sora’s culinary skills had improved a lot as well, and she had learned about Jiang He’s tastes.

Jiang He liked hot food and a moderate level of salt, but he did not like cumin. He liked meat, and his stir-fried dishes were basically cooked on a two to one ratio to the vegetable. He had a lot of Feral meat anyway, since each Feral were over hundreds or thousands of catties give or take, with some being counted in the units of tons.