<h4>Chapter 2356: Chapter 2356: Shaking Off Pursuers</h4>


    If in this world every martial arts duel was a directbat, then Trent Marsh would undoubtedly be in the top five.


    The titles of War God and yer 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 copse, were instantly exposed in the woods.


    Losing the perfect cover, their expressions turned to shock.


    Even before they could regainposure, their heads had already fallen.


    Trent Marsh wielded his long de 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.


    "Perhaps it’s sometimes better to let you die first. If you had more brains, you’d be my formidable adversary," Julius Reed joked with a smile.


    "Then why can’t I be your friend?" Having been challenged for so many days, Trent Marsh was very d to finally hear apliment from Julius Reed.


    He raised his knife, shook it, and boasted, "The one who ran the furthest nearly stepped out with his right leg."


    Trent Marsh’s swordsmanship is incredibly fast!


    So fast that the most responsive among the trackers only managed to lift their right leg without taking a single step.


    Before they could move, Trent Marsh had already killed them.


    "I don’t make friends with stupid pigs, so we won’t be friends," Julius Reed said, grabbing the Divine Dragon Tripod out of thin air.


    "Let’s go to Autumn Name Mountain."


    "If you insult me again, I really will kill you," Trent Marsh gritted his teeth, his left hand clenched into a fist.


    "If you were able to kill me, you wouldn’t be here threatening me," Julius Reed spoke with disdain, his back facing Trent Marsh.


    As the two were just about to leave, a sigh suddenly emanated from the small hole where the Divine Dragon Tripod was located.


    Very faint.


    No one heard it.


    Autumn Name Mountain is very far from Gonzalez City.


    To get there, it’s necessary to drive or fly.


    But either method is very easily exposed.


    Finally losing their tail, being tracked again would leave no ce to operate the Divine Dragon Tripod.


    "I’ll call a ne over," Trent Marsh took out his phone, ready to make a call.


    "Give it here," Julius Reed snatched the phone, dialed a series of numbers, and tossed it under a tree.


    "What’s this for?" Trent Marsh didn’t quite understand.


    "Shaking off the tail," Julius Reed exined briefly.


    He knew that if he didn’t say anything, Trent Marsh would keep lingering.


    It would make his ears grow calluses.


    So, he exined.


    To shut Trent Marsh’s mouth.


    "Another tail? How can they catch up with us on a ne that fast..."


    "For someone like you, I genuinely feel there’s no remedy other than death," Julius Reed shook his head and sighed.


    Hopeless.


    "We’re dealing with top-level tracking experts. Do you think once exposed, you still have a chance to shake them off? Is a ne really that fast? Can you be sure they have no one at Autumn Name Mountain?"


    Julius Reed looked at Trent Marsh with disdain andmented, "Believe it or not, the moment your ne takes off, there might already be someone at Autumn Name Mountain waiting for you?"


    "Then what do you suggest?" Trent Marsh’s fiery temper waspletely subdued by Julius Reed.


    "Watch and learn." Julius Reed pointed to Trent Marsh’s eyes: "This thing isn’t decoration, nor is it waiting to be dug out by someone; it’s your eyes."


    Finished, Julius Reed turned and walked into the woods.


    Jumped onto a tree.


    "What are you doing?" Trent Marsh followed closely, standing on a branch as well.


    "Fight fire with fire," Julius Reed made a hand seal, conjuring a mist that enveloped them both.


    It must be said, whoever came up with this idea must be a genius.


    "Right here? Isn’t it too obvious? What if we’re discovered?" After seeing Isaak Ridge’s skill, Trent Marsh became paranoid, always feeling he was being watched everywhere.


    "Don’t speak, look, listen, learn," Julius Reed closed his eyes, perched on the branch, pondering something unknown.


    Trent Marsh simply shut his mouth lest he embarrass himself.


    He mimicked Julius Reed, sitting cross-legged and began to contemte recent events.


    Always called stupid, Trent Marsh was now full of doubts.


    He needed to prove himself.


    After an indefinite amount of time passed.


    A voice came from below.


    "Useless! A bunch of useless!"


    "Senior brother, I have no idea how, all the brothers have died! And they died terribly, chopped into dozens of pieces. The strangest part is these people didn’t move, just stood in ce hiding within the formation and were killed!"


    "Don’t talk nonsense! The master’s formation is extremely refined; we tested it on Trent Marsh this afternoon. They couldn’t possibly have detected it; are you sure those people didn’t even move and died?"


    "Absolutely sure, what do we do now? They’re gone!"


    A few people engaged in a tense conversation below.


    Julius Reed slightly opened his eyes to look at Trent Marsh.


    Dozens of pieces?


    From going to returning, Trent Marsh used merely seconds.


    A dozen individuals positioned differently, each chopped into dozens of pieces.


    He once heard of Trent Marsh’s im, a hundred cuts per second, but dismissed it.


    Now it seems, there was no falsehood.


    A hundred cuts per second, that is truly terrifying.


    Trent Marsh looked up to find Julius Reed staring at him.


    A bit confused, he wanted to ask, but someone was below.


    He could only guess.


    Judging by the gaze, it probably wasn’t something good.


    "Here!"


    Another voice emerged from below.


    "It’s the phone! Damn it, we’ve been tricked! They’ve escaped far, and in the opposite direction!"


    "Hold on! Why rush? The opposite direction, this is deliberate misleading, remember, keep moving forward, let’s catch up with them! ying truth and lies with me?"


    Isaak Ridge’s voice came: "You go back, wait for the master to return, and report. The master should finish training in half an hour. I’ll lead the remaining men to track them down; you stay with the master’s attendants."


    "Understood, senior brother!"


    The person replied and left in a jog.


    "Haha! Interesting, able to evade right under Isaak Ridge’s nose, watch me catch up with you again!"


    Isaak Ridge crushed the phone and swiftly disappeared.


    The two on the tree exchanged nces.


    "Want revenge?" Julius Reed asked, "A hundred cuts per second?"


    "It’s just outsiders exaggerating, merely rumors," Trent Marsh paused: "Ny-three cuts."


    Upon hearing this, Julius Reed’s heart trembled.


    Ny-three cuts, he was indeed the fastest swordsman today.


    "Follow the one who just reported, his master has half an hour, it’s time for revenge." Julius Reed gauged Isaak Ridge had gone far, removed the formation.


    Together with Trent Marsh vanished into the woods.