The Supreme God of Martial Arts
Chapter 3112 I Want Your Flying Swordsmanship (Part Two)

Under the array, powerful magic treasures rushed at Austin as a single terrifying wall of weaponry that stretched for miles.

Austin waved the Layne's Ruler and crushed all the magic treasures coming at him, stopping mid-air and raining down like matchsticks.

After the magic treasures were all cleared away, Austin continued his attack towards the man that he had caught up with.

Like a ghost, Austin came the side of the old man. He hit the old man with his palm and broke half of his body into a fractured lump. The old man almost died.

“Stop it!

Young man, please stop! We surrender! We quit! Okay?"

The other three old men gave in and shouted at Austin. Their faces had turned ghastly pale.

At the same time, in order to show their sincerity, they immediately removed the big arrays that had been set up on the grasslands.

"Really? Surrender?

You old guys especially set up those ancient arrays to fight me, but now you realize that you can't beat me so you decide to surrender. Do you think that I will be merciful enough to let you go that easily?"

Austin sneered.

"Young man, we really didn't mean to kill you from the beginning.

But you have a very mysterious background and we did not know anything about you, so it was natural for us to think of the worst.

Actually, our only intention is to take you back with us so that we can conduct a study and experiment on you.

Now we know that we are no match for you. We humbly surrender. You can kill us or do whatever you want with us.

But we hope other innocent people won't be involved in this matter. Please don't go after anyone related to us after killing us. Just let them go, please,"

one of the old men pleaded dejectedly.

Hearing those words, Austin understood what they were worried about. The four elders were afraid that he would hunt down the clan members if they were no longer around to protect the clan Austin was dumbfounded at what the elders were trying to tell him. Noble as they were, Austin did not go soft on them.

"Humph, you've already pissed me off.

Even if you surrender to me, it is not enough to calm me down.”

Austin paused for a moment and then offered them a deal. "How about this?

I have a request. If you can meet my request, then I will let all of you go,”

Austin said coldly.

"Sure! Name it! What is your request?"

the four elders asked and looked at Austin with confusion.

"I want your Flying Swordsmanship skills

You teach me your Flying Swordsmanship skills. Otherwise, not only your lives, but also your beloved sects, families, relatives and friends will all be in jeopardy. I will see to it."

Austin threatened, his hands behind his back.

"What? You want to learn our Flying Swordsmanship skills?"

The four old men asked in reply, their faces changed dramatically.

Each of the four old men had practiced a unique Flying Swordsmanship for a long time. It was considered the most powerful martial art that they had ever mastered.

In fact, the Flying Swordsmanship skills that remained on Earth were all remnants from the ancient times and were precious inheritance of each sect, so it was nearly impossible to pass them on to mere outsiders.

"I don't have all day, nor the patience to wait long. Make your choice right now.

You'd better not give me another reason to just kill anyone.”

Austin threatened.

He took a fancy to the Flying Swordsmanship skills of the four old men. Now was the perfect time to pressure them into giving it to him.

"Come on, you are much stronger than us. I guess the inheritance skill you have learned is already much better than ours. What will the Flying Swordsmanship skills be of use to you?

But if you insist, well, we will teach you the Flying Swordsmanship skills!"

In the end, after discussing the matter through their spiritual sense, the four elders finally agreed to teach Austin their Flying Swordsmanship skills.

"Very good.

This is what I want to see. You made the right decision,”

Austin said with a smile.

By that time, a large group of people had already gathered at the edge of the grasslands.

They were attracted and enticed to come because of the powerful energy that was released when Austin broke the array and fought the four old men. The formidable energy shocked the warriors nearby.

A lot of sects had sent out their cultivators to come over and see what was going on

By now, all the big arrays on the grassland had been removed, so everyone could clearly see the situation safely from that spot.

"Sorry sir. Do you happen to be our sect ancestor, the Moon Taoist?"

The leader of the Martial Sect came with four superior elders. He exclaimed as he suddenly recognized one of the four old men.

"What?! Is he the ancestor of the Martial Sect, the Moon Taoist?"

"Oh my god! Wasn't this senior born hundreds of years ago? Word has already gone out that he had passed away. How could he still be alive?"

These words caused a sensation among all the people who had come to watch.

It had become quite obvious that the old man was a great and revered figure in the Martial Sect. Someone else cut in, "Excuse me, sir. Are you the ancestor of the Heavenly Mountain Sect, the Heavenly Swordsman?"

the head of the Heavenly Mountain Sect asked as he was supported by three superior elders to come to one of the old men.

"What are you talking about? The ancestor of the Heavenly Mountain Sect? Are you sure?”

The crowd had also stirred up again.

The Heavenly Swordsman was also a legend in the martial artists world of Brilliant Kingdom, dating back to a few hundreds of years ago. People thought he had passed away, but to their surprise, they saw him still alive and healthy!

"Excuse me, sir, but do you happen to be the ancestor of our Emerald Sect, the Snow-treading Old Man?"

three superior elders of the Emerald Sect came to the third old man and asked.

It was the same old man whose half body was smashed into pieces by Austin just now.

"Excuse me, sir. You seem quite familiar. Do you happen to be Bowen Xiao, the ancestor of our West Mountain Sect?"

the leader of the West Mountain Sect came to the fourth old man with two superior elders and asked him respectfully.

Moon Taoist.

Heavenly Swordsman.

Snow-treading Old Man.

Bowen Xiao

All four were ancestors of different sects. Most people present were almost petrified as they heard the familiar and legendary names in the history of martial arts world.