"Isn't this b*stard nothing more than trash? How is he so powerful!?"
"Right, isn't Zeke just an average everyday man? He hadn't even gone through any training! How is he so formidable?"
"Look at that sword skill, it's almost real! No one in Starlight could have such power!"
"Has this lowly b*stard really been given a great boon?"
"We must report back immediately! Ugh, how have we not known about this? We have been living alongside him for so long! If Master Khan knew about this, we would definitely be reprimanded!"
The four figures discussed in hush tones, their faces painted in fear.
Zeke sighed a breath of relief and rested his sword before him, yet his brow showed no sweat.
'I guess I've mastered the Seventh Slash! Training for the Seven Slashes has been a breeze ever since I picked up my Focus! Nonetheless, mastery over the Seventh Slash took a long time, no doubt that it was a powerful technique,' Zeke thought.
According to his judgement, he had only barely mastered the Seventh Slash.
For him to fully master the Seventh Slash, he would still need a few days of work to commit to.
However, what he had now was good enough.
Perhaps, he might not even need the Might for help once he unleashed the Seventh Slash.
It was now a possibility that he could even take on Agility fighters.
"No doubt, this is a good technique!" Zeke exclaimed, satisfied with his work.
He slowly slid his palm across the side of his sword, his eyes followed it.
Suddenly, his eyes darted towards the trees.
"What do you think?!" he shouted.
In an instant, he sent a slash that flew across towards the forest, the slash cut down all obstructions, felled many trees that sent dust clouds into the air.
Screams came soon after, three men appeared out of the dust clouds, and behind them, lay a body on the ground, his body split in half, gurgling his screams.
"Sh*t! B*stard's found us! Run!" The three of them took off immediately, and had not stayed for a reply.
"Shroud!"
"Cloudstride!"
"Windwalk!"
The three of them called out, manifesting their moves and ran away.
"Running away? Rude!" Zeke chuckled, and immediately vanished into thin air.
Zeke had triggered Lightfoot, blended into the darkness, and sped through the forest.
He drew his sword, and another was felled. Followed by this, Zeke withdrew his blade again without stopping, he then hit the remaining two in the back, which sent them crashing into the ground.
"Please... Please spare us!" One of them begged, his whole body quivered with fear.
Zeke was a force to be afraid of.
None had imagined Zeke to be this quick.
"Your moves, they're not Khan techniques, aren't they?" Zeke asked, a frown appeared on his forehead.
As the heir to the Khan, Zeke was no stranger to the Khan's many techniques.
"Tell me who you are, and what you are doing here, then, I might let you go easy!"
Zeke demanded, brandishing his sword, the moonlight glimmered off of it which gave it an ethereal quality.
"You'll get nothing from us!" One spat at Zeke.
Before he knew it, the man was split, limb from limb, a bloody mess.
Seeing his partner die horribly beside him, the remaining man could not help but let out a scream of terror, his pants soiled.
"Tell me now," Zeke demanded coldly.
"Alright, alright, I'll talk, I'll talk!" the man replied, his face was white as a sheet of paper.
He was more afraid of Zeke than he was of the grave injury he sustained.