If in this world every martial arts duel was a direct combat, then Trent Marsh would undoubtedly be in the top five.
The titles of War God and Slayer are certainly not mere exaggerations.
But many times, strength and brains do not conflict.
Martial artists have long surpassed the age of duels, they will resort to any means for victory.
After all, this is an era where the victor writes history.
No one remembers the means used, they only remember who won and who lost.
The trackers, whose spiritual power was drained causing the formation to collapse, were instantly exposed in the woods.
Losing the perfect cover, their expressions turned to shock.
Even before they could regain composure, their heads had already fallen.
Trent Marsh wielded his long blade fiercely, taking less than ten seconds to eliminate all the trackers within a three hundred-meter radius!
"Seventeen!" Trent Marsh walked up to Julius Reed, his face grim.
The knife in his hand continued to drip blood.
