The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Above the wide open space, a golden eagle with wings spread out to a length of seven or eight meters was soaring freely. Its movements were very agile and graceful, and its flying posture was elegant and swift. With one spread of its wings, it could fly several meters in the air, as fast as lightning.

The sunlight fell on the pale golden feathers of the golden eagle, showing a somewhat gorgeous halo. The golden eagle was soaring in the air, but was reluctant to fly down, and was only willing to fly in the air. It was obvious that he knew Xuan Yuan's strength in his heart, and was afraid of it, and was unwilling to face it directly.

However, if this continued, Xuan Yuan, who could not transform into a beast form, might not be able to fly into the sky to defeat him (in fact, he could), but this golden eagle flying in the sky might not be able to defeat Xuan Yuan and win. This would only delay time and make both sides tired.

Many of the orcs watching outside the clearing saw the golden eagle's plan and avoided fighting, and they were inevitably dissatisfied with it. First, it was because of the golden eagle's almost rogue fighting style, and second, it was because it was a waste of time for them to watch the golden eagle flying in the air. How could they have the time? It was really annoying.

"It's really rogue. You, a winged one, are flying in the air and bullying those who can't fly!" Panda, the newly-adult bear cub, was the first to get angry. Rhodes was his friend. Seeing a golden eagle bullying his friend like this, Panda didn't agree.

He pointed at the golden eagle flying above his head and said angrily: "You winged orcs are so hateful. You only know how to bully us orcs who can't fly. What, having wings is great! Do you look down on us land orcs without wings?"

Panda's angry words caused a big storm among the orcs, because the orcs were of different races and could not be considered to live in harmony. For example, it is difficult for some beastmen who feed on the beast form of the other party and are naturally hostile to each other to get along with each other. Even if they do not fight when they meet, it is difficult for them to get along well.

For example, when the wolf beastmen see the rabbit beastmen, although they will not be driven by wildness to hunt the rabbit beastmen, their attitude will inevitably be a little inappropriate, and the rabbit people will not have a good face when they meet the wolf beastmen who take them as prey. Fear and defense are normal.

Panda said these words just for a moment of anger, but the faces of many wingless beastmen in the crowd did change slightly, and they glanced at the golden eagle flying in the air with some dissatisfaction, and the several feather tribes mixed in were also somewhat embarrassed.

It would definitely not work to let the golden eagle fly down like this, but Xuanyuan would fly up and catch the person directly... Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, if Xuanyuan, as an beastman who cannot change into beast form, flew up, it would be unimaginable and absolutely impossible to achieve in the entire Beast God Continent at present.

This would cause a lot of trouble. Xuan Yuan was too lazy to bother with it. It wasn't like he couldn't fly, but he couldn't do anything about this golden eagle.

His eyes swept across the grass in front of him, and he found many small stones on the grass. He raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned over to pick up a few of them, and played with these stones with his slender hands. Xuan Yuan looked up at the golden eagle flying above his head and asked in a questioning manner: "Can I use these stones?"

The golden eagle spread its wings, let out a sharp cry, and then spoke in human language: "Of course you can, as long as you can hit me with these stones." After a pause, it seemed that Xuan Yuan's words gave him inspiration, and he continued, "I will also turn my feathers into sharp blades and throw them at you."

Xuan Yuan nodded slightly, recognizing the words of the golden eagle.

The beastmen surrounding the open space were all very sharp-eyed and had heard the conversation between the two clearly. They looked at each other in bewilderment. They could imagine the golden eagle turning its feathers into sharp blades for attack, but could the stone... at such a high distance and at such a fast speed, could the stone really hit the golden eagle?

Xuan Yuan told them with facts that it really could.

Playing with an irregular small stone between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, Xuan Yuan narrowed his eyes and observed the regularity of the golden eagle's soaring. He gently bent his index finger, and the irregular stone was directly ejected, shooting into the sky at an extremely fast speed, even with a slight sound of breaking through the air.

The stone shot out at an extremely fast speed, and the stone itself was very small. Even though the golden eagle was alert, it did not notice it at all when the stone shot towards it.

Because the golden eagle was about to attack Xuan Yuan, it flew a little lower, suddenly swung its left wing, and gently waved it. Dozens of half-meter-long light golden feathers shot out. These feathers were the golden eagle's back feathers, which were very hard and sharp. They were the defense layer on its body surface. When these feathers were shot out with momentum, they were enough to pierce any defense.

Puff.

The sound of flesh being pierced was very subtle, but the sharp cry that followed startled the orcs who were watching. It turned out that just when the golden eagle had just shot out its back feathers to attack, the small stone that Xuan Yuan had casually ejected was already close at hand, and it was shot silently in front of the golden eagle.

The stone with great momentum directly pierced through the golden eagle's hard and strong defensive feathers and pierced into the golden eagle's flesh hidden under the feathers. The stone hit the golden eagle's left wing. In fact, the huge impact of this inconspicuous stone caused the stone to directly penetrate a hole in the golden eagle's wing.

The pain of having its flesh pierced made the golden eagle cry in pain. A few drops of blood and broken wing feathers fell directly from midair. The blood wet the feathers on its wings and also dripped on the grass. The bright red blood and broken wings were enough to show how badly the golden eagle was injured.

The wingspan of the golden eagle was nearly seven or eight meters long. Although there was a blood hole in its wings, it still struggled to continue soaring in the air without falling. It just cried more sharply and with a bit of pain.

On the grass, Xuanyuan didn't seem to have time to be happy about the fact that he hit the target in one shot, because the feather arrow waving from the golden eagle was already in front of him. The light golden feathers were sharp, as sharp as arrows. Dozens of feathers pierced and directly covered the place where Xuanyuan stood, and also covered his retreat.

With a slight eyebrow raise, Xuan Yuan hooked his lips, revealing a faint smile that seemed to be a smile. Perhaps for the beastmen who could not transform into beast form or whose beast form was not very fast, such an attack gave them a headache and made them feel unable to resist, but this definitely did not include Xuan Yuan. In fact, there were not many skills in the battle between orcs, and most of them relied on innate instincts.

With a move of his footsteps, Xuan Yuan's figure, which had been standing in the same place, disappeared like a dream. No, he did not disappear, but his speed was extremely fast, so fast that the orcs could not detect his figure. On this piece of grass, it seemed that several of his afterimages appeared, and in an instant it seemed that there were several of him at the same time.

Dozens of feather arrows shot in, but when these feather arrows sank into the area where Xuan Yuan's afterimage stayed, they suddenly disappeared without a trace, and no trace could be found. No feathers were seen to hurt Xuan Yuan, nor did they fall to the ground, but it seemed as if they disappeared in an instant.

"Hey, how come he's so fast?" An orc suddenly couldn't help but speak, "I'm from the Antelope Tribe, but even if I transform into an animal form, my speed won't be this fast, and he's only in human form. Could it be that orcs who are born unable to transform into animal form are actually more gifted?"

No one answered the orc's question, because most orcs couldn't figure this out, so naturally they had no way to answer it.

"Stopped, he stopped, and the afterimage disappeared!" Another orc with excellent eyesight was the first to shout. He was the first to notice that when all the arrows shot from the sky disappeared, the person who was flying at a very fast speed on the open grassland finally stopped, and the afterimages left by the extremely fast speed no longer appeared.

When Xuanyuan finally stopped, the orcs who were originally watching couldn't help but look closely, and saw that Xuanyuan was holding dozens of neatly stacked arrows in his hand. It turned out that the arrows shot from the air by the golden eagle to attack Xuanyuan were actually caught by him with his bare hands.

This move was enough to let everyone realize that he was not only strong - he knocked down a giant black panther that was five or six meters tall and eight or nine meters long with one punch. The stones he threw could fly to a height of nearly a hundred meters and pierce the wings of the golden eagle. Moreover, his speed was very fast, so fast that he could easily intercept these feather arrows when they were shot.

He casually threw away the next arrow feather in his hand, and Xuanyuan spread out his right hand. There were four or five irregular small stones rolling in his right hand with a little callus. Looking up at the golden eagle whose wound on the wing was still bleeding in the air, Xuanyuan smiled slightly, with a calm expression: "Do you want to continue?"

If he wanted to continue, the stones in his hand might not be aimed at the wings next time, but at the golden eagle's eyes, or some other key place.

"No, I give up." After flapping its wings and soaring in the air, the golden eagle wisely chose to give up. If he continued to fight, he would not only suffer a minor injury. If his wings continue to be injured, he may not be able to fly for a while. Since he can't win, he might as well admit defeat.

The golden eagle fell on the grass and turned into a human form. There was a bloody hole on his left arm that had not healed yet, and blood was dripping. It was obviously caused by the stone that Xuanyuan had shot out before.

After taking a look at the man transformed by the golden eagle, Xuanyuan took out a bottle of medicine from the pile of things with a lot of prizes, and threw it to him: "Apply this on the wound, it can stop bleeding and heal the wound."