86 Terrifying Ability! (2/2)

He would be able to attack instinctively without contemplation or hesitation, identifying and targeting his enemies’ weakness with swift fatal blows.

Killing was already an innate ability in Jun Mo Xie!

This was the only explanation possible for the duel that transpired moments ago!

How many people did he have to kill to perfect his killing technique with such precision?

Even Jun Wu Yi himself, a former war veteran, was terrified to imagine any further. He had seen much blood and gore on the battlefield, experienced multiple assassinations attempts himself, and even raised his own assassins to serve him. But despite participating in countless wars, and killing many others himself, Jun Wu Yi had never seen such a formidable and intimidating character before.

A monster!

Every single move carried the intent to kill. Killing was deeply ingrained in his senses, and had become his first reaction to any stimulus!

And this terrifying, cruel and demonic monster was no other than Jun Wu Yi’s own nephew!

Jun Mo Xie!

Jun Wu Yi moaned and closed his eyes slowly. ”What on earth am I seeing? I must be dreaming! If this is a nightmare, please wake me up now!”

Nightmare? If Jun Mo Xie could possess such powerful abilities, it might not necessarily be a nightmare, but potentially be a pleasant dream!

All of a sudden, Jun Wu Yi remembered that Jun Mo Xie had begged Jun Zhan Tian to withdraw his orders for the duels by saying, ”Grandfather, I can’t fight! It’s true! I really can’t fight!”

The famous grandson of the General could not fight? Upon hearing this, Jun Zhan Tian’s first reaction was to give Jun Mo Xie a harsh kick before pointing at the door, screaming, ”Get out!”

Back then, Jun Wu Yi could barely contain his laughter after hearing this. And for the longest time, he would be greatly amused whenever he recalled the event.

Of course, he was unable to fight. But apart from interpreting it as an inability to fight, it could also be interpreted as...

And only till today did he truly comprehend what Jun Mo Xie meant all this while. Jun Mo Xie could never fight indeed. Because he could only kill!

Such precise killing techniques were already ingrained in his blood, his soul, and every single inch of his bones, muscle, and nerves!

If a soldier had such deadly skills, he would be able to confront a million troops alone. The bodies of his enemies would just pile into mountains!

If an assassins had such deadly skills, they would have become legends instantly!

Anyone with such skills would be able to determine the life and death of others, like how the God of Death determine human fate.

For someone at this level, killing had probably become a habit or an innate ability. It had already become a pinnacle of art and even a phenomenal accomplishment, just like how an expert artist could produce breathtaking art with a simple stroke of his brush, or a revered musician could synthesize seemingly magical melody with the flick of his finger.

All warriors and assassins had aspired to achieve such capabilities, but nobody had ever achieved the pinnacle of killing. However, how did Jun Mo Xie, his own nephew, achieve this? How could it possibly be Jun Mo Xie?!

Jun Wu Yi’s mind was overwhelmed with questions. Where did Jun Mo Xie learn these skills from? How did he hone them to such precision? And most importantly? What did he use as his practice target?

All of a sudden, Jun Wu Yi felt that his nephew was so obscure that he was unable to look into him. Although Jun Mo Xie was only at the Fourth Level of Xuan Qi cultivation currently, his performance alone just now already made Jun Wu Yi feel that he had to look up to his own nephew!