Paradise of Demonic Gods

by Stayrr

“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants. “From now onwards, everything r

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Chapter 65 News

With the Headmaster and Huang Lin taking their leave along with Fang Xingjian, in an instant, few people were left near the arena.

In a daze, Barbara kept looking in the direction of the arena, unable to believe what had just happened.

Suddenly, her expression turned vicious as she said, "How is this possible? How? How was an insignificant character like Fang Xingjian, who crawled out of the sewage, how was he able to… able to transition into a Windstorm Sword Hero?! How?!"

"There's no reason for it." Ferdinand, at the side, gave a cold snort and said, "Barbara, pull yourself together. Fang Xingjian is no longer an existence we can offend."

"What?" Barbara turned her head and glared at Ferdinand, saying, "You coward! Do you wish to set down the flag that much? Isn't it just a Windstorm Sword Hero? Even if there's a possibility that he could become a Divine level expert, he has yet to become one! As long as our Fei Yang Academy's and your Aristocrat Academy's Elders…"

"Shut up, idiot! Do you want to send your clan's Elders to their deaths? Did you grow a pig's brain like that old hag Rebecca?" Ferdinand coldly said, "Fang Xingjian is already a Windstorm Sword Hero. A genius who has transitioned into such a first transition job is no longer someone whom clans like ours can interfere with anymore. It'll be the job of the higher up characters central to the Empire.

"Don't think about getting me involved in this. Let me tell you, you'd better not get your Elders to make any moves either. That isn't venting your anger, that's just sending them to their deaths.

Even only Huang Lin by himself would be able to wreck havoc in your Fei Yang Academy."

Having said this, Ferdinand turned and left, leaving Barbara turning green and white with anger, before she stomped her feet and finally left.

Fang Xingjian and Huang Lin followed the Headmaster to his office. Once they entered, Huang Lin openly said, "No need to say anything else. The other instructors are of no use. From now on, I'll guide Fang Xingjian's training myself, daily. You only need to give me the approval to use the academy's resources as I wish.

And, you should quickly submit the request for the Empire's Divine Weapon. I'd like to have Xingjian equipped with it before this year's practical examination."

Huang Lin turned towards Fang Xingjian and asked, "What other requests do you have? Just spill it all out, no need to be afraid. The Headmaster thinks very highly of you."

The Headmaster smiled bitterly and shook his head as he turned towards Fang Xingjian and said, "Xingjian, rest assured. Your training from now on will be the academy's main project. As long as you are able to get great results in the Regional Selection, I'll get you whatever you wish."

Fang Xingjian blinked, suddenly recalling the medicinal liquid Huang Lin had given him the night before, and said, "That medicinal liquid which can increases one's potential, or treasures. Would the academy be able to give me these things? How about giving me one bucket everyday?"

Huang Lin's eyes revealed hints of a smile, while the Headmaster trembled, his expression looking pale. The latter then spoke out, "Do you know how much it costs to get a bucket of those treasures each day? Even those big aristocrats in the Imperial Capital wouldn't afford one bucket every day!

"How about this. Everyday, for breakfast, I'll send you Soul Awakening Porridge stewed in the blood of ninety-nine types of ferocious beasts. That'll at least increase your potential by 500 points daily."

Fang Xingjian smiled, but he continued, "I still want a good weapon." He drew out the longsword he had. It was already chipped and full of scratches. "This sword of mine is no longer any good."

"For weapons, you can take your pick from the academy's weaponry. That's right, you still don't know about the Empire's Divine Weapon. I'll be reporting to the Royal Weaponry. They'll design a Divine Weapon for you, according to your requests." The Headmaster smiled and said, "Don't worry. The Empire's Divine Weapon is something which you can use for life."

Fang Xingjian nodded, "Then what about Killing techniques?"

"Don't worry." the Headmaster waved his hand and said, "You can take your pick from the twenty-six secret Killing arts passed down from Kirst Royal Academy."

On the other end, within just a few hours' time, news of Fang Xingjian' successful transition into a Windstorm Sword Hero had already spread to every corner in Kirst, like a gust of raging wind.

In the academy's building accommodated for family members, the white-bearded old instructor who had once examined Fang Xingjian in the third stage of the Prefectural Selection, and who was retiring this year, pushed the door open, walking in with a gloomy face.

Once he entered his house, his wife came to welcome him, saying, "Old man, I want to tell you something. Hylong is already at the first transition's level 19 and has acquired the specialities Three Heads Six Arms, and High Speed Regeneration. He'll be able to breakthrough in the Regional Selection next year.

"I think he's on quite good terms with your Lier [1, I don't think you should be objecting anymore."

Lier, standing at the side, turned all red. Although she was embarrassed, she still spoke out in a soft voice, "Father, Brother Hylong is handsome and he is good-natured. Now, he even may be able to breakthrough the Regional Selection. He really is a good choice."

"Hylong?" The white-bearded old man frowned and suddenly asked, "I asked you to get closer to Fang Xingjian before. Why didn't you?"

"Father!" Lier frowned, feeling displeased, and said, "That Fang Xingjian is a poor chap from the countryside. He is ugly and dirty. How can he even compare to the gentle and considerate Brother Hylong?

"And didn't they say that he arrogantly challenged the transition for the Windstorm Sword Hero and that he failed it? An ordinary person like him would not even be close to Brother Hylong's 10%."

"That's right, old man," the married lady said, "Thank goodness we didn't listen to you. If we had really let Lier go with that Fang Xingjian, she would have gone through much hardship in the future.

"A person who can't even complete the transition... I don't even know what you see in him. Lier was brought up by me. I'm not going to allow her to follow some stinky man and suffer hardships."

"Suffer hardships…? Useless bum...?" The white-bearded old man let out a sigh and said, "You guys, are really as blind as bats. Fang Xingjian has successfully completed the transition to become a Windstorm Sword Hero. He's even defeated Kaunitz just before."

"What? How can that be possible?" the married woman cried out in surprise with keen sparkling eyes. "He really became a Windstorm Sword Hero?"

The white-bearded old man coldly replied, "Of course. Don't mention Hylong anymore. That chap would only be a first transitioned level 19 at best. How would it be so easy for him to get to the heaven-defying stage of level 20? After a few years, he would not even be fit to carry Fang Xingjian's shoes."

"I don't believe it." Lier, who had been pampered since young, had a princess syndrome. Acting up, she shouted loudly, "Brother Hylong is the best! What Windstorm Sword Hero? Brother Hylong will definitely teach him a lesson during the Regional Selection. He'll pass the Regional Selection, become a Conferred Knight and propose to me!"

The white-bearded old man was fuming so much that his beard was flying. "Look at how spoiled you've made your daughter."

The School of Sword Arts. Ogden walked in, wearing City Guard's armor. He greeted the students he passed by. He enjoyed the respectful and admiring gazes from the rest in The School of Sword Arts.

However, after failing the Prefectural Selection, his family was no longer able to pay for his day-to-day expenses and school fees, and could only make him get a job. Thank goodness that he had still entered the top one hundred spots in the Prefectural Selection, and had been able to get a job in the City Guards Institution.

If he continued to work hard like Jack, putting in effort every year, he would probably be able to pass the Prefectural Selection seven to eight years later.

Of course, if he did not devote enough hard work to his training, but was instead tied down by all the material and worldly possessions, he would be stuck at level 9 without going through any transition at all, for all of his life.

Hearing that the students in the courtyard were still lavishing praises on Fang Xingjian's achievements in the Prefectural Selection, he could not help but shake his head and say, "Your news are all outdated. Fang Xingjian is useless now."

"Useless? How can that be?" A student who was over ten years old shouted, "Martial Brother Xingjian is the Prefectural Selection Champion, the one who placed first this year!"

"That's right. He's the Prefectural Champion. How could he be useless?"

"We want to be like him in the future. Master the basic sword techniques, participate in the Prefectural Selection, and clinch the Prefectural Champion title. "

Ogden beamed and said, "You guys are still too young. So what if he won the Prefectural Champion title? Let me tell you. The aristocrats' accumulated resources for hundreds and thousands of years are beyond your imaginations.

"Do you know that the Prefectural Selection is only the starting point? The transition after the Prefectural Selection is the real gauge of one's future.

"Tresia Clan's Kaunitz completed the first transition in just ten days. That Fang Xingjian prepared for three months but still failed the transition.

"This is the gap between us and those with background, who have constant support from their clans.

"Rather than staying here, doing sword practice everyday, you might as well follow me to run errands for Young Master Kaunitz. If he were to reward you with some meat from ferocious beasts or with medicinal ointments which aid the body's training, it would make up for over ten days of your hard work here."

[1] The girl's name is Li. People who are of closer relationship will generally add "er" after a person's name to express intimacy. Elders may also do the same for someone younger than them, whom they are close with.

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Chapter 66 Killing Techniques

Just as Ogden finished his words, Second Martial Brother Lambert frowned and said, "Ogden, do you really like gossiping so much? Even if Fang Xingjian did fail his job transition, he would still be much stronger than you."

"Hehe, that's hard to say. He has failed his job transition and would be a useless bum in the future. If I were to participate in the Prefectural Selection a few years later and complete the job transition after enrolling in the academy, I might be able to surpass him then."

At that moment, The School of Sword Arts' Headmaster Kyle walked in. Upon seeing Ogden, he frowned, saying, "Since you are no longer a student with The School of Sword Arts, you should stop wandering about around here.

"And…" Without giving Ogden a chance to reply, Kyle continued criticizing Ogden, "And, Fang Xingjian has already transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero and has already knocked out Kaunitz in the arena."

He looked at Ogden with a gaze of pity, saying, "I advise you to speak less ill of him in the future."

Saying that, he turned around and walked to his room, thinking, 'I didn't expect Fang Xingjian's talent to be so much greater than what I had expected. Windstorm Sword Hero… Although it's late to do so now, I'll still need to go have a chat with him. Even headquarters would be wishing to lay their hands on a Windstorm Sword Hero.'

Thinking about this, he opened a secret box in his room, and an expression of determination appeared on his face.

Fang Xingjian was led by Huang Lin to the deeper areas within the academy. While they were walking, Huang Lin said with blazing eyes, "Now that you've become a Windstorm Sword Hero, you have the strongest foundation. What you need to do from now on is to secure this foundation even more, so that it becomes impenetrable, and then you can dash up into the skies.

"If your foundation is not strong enough, while it might be easy for you to reach level 19 or even level 29, you may never be able to reach the Divine level.

"Xingjian, do you know? You goal should be the Divine level, the pinnacle. Never let your goal remain on the second transition.

"From now on, you can keep the time every night for your own revision, in order to build up your attributes.

"During the day, I'll give you guidance on Killing techniques and specialties. In the afternoon, the academy will go all out to prepare medicinal food and ferocious beasts for you. These are different from what you usually eat. You'll need to put in all your effort into absorbing them with the help of your Waves.

"And from now on, you are forbidden from killing or defeating any more monsters or enemies. You need to focus all of your potential into raising your attributes. Only when your attributes are raised to the limit, can you level up by killing monsters and attain job progression. This way, your attributes will at least be two times that of other Knights at the same level as you.

"Normal Knights do not have to do this since their talents are limited, and their job progressions are limited. They may only be able to raise their attribute by 1 point after every few months and if they do not level up, it would only be a waste of time. The best way for them would be to level up quickly and to acquire progression in their jobs.

"But it is different for you. Xingjian, you cannot level up. Your talent allows you to attain even more potential and cultivate your attributes to greater heights. You can train for one, two or even three years before you start to level up. This way, the potential you exhaust and the time you take to progress will be reduced by multiple times.

"Remember this. From now onwards, you are not allowed to kill or hurt any enemies."

Fang Xingjian understood this logic. For example, with his over 70 points of agility, each additional point of increment would require 70,000 potential points. If he were to directly level up now, for example, to raise his level by 3, and achieve a breakthrough to 100 agility points, then each additional agility would require 100,000 potential points. He might as well increase his attributes through the option which would only require 70,000 points and then, when he reached a bottleneck, he could then level and power up by achieving his job progression.

Therefore, he nodded and said, "Yes."

"Alright, let me tell you about the battles between Warriors who are at least at Knight levels or higher.

"Nurturing techniques nurtures the body and accumulates potential; Training techniques train one's attributes; Amassing technique communicates with ether particles to change one's intrinsic qualities. Lastly, Killing techniques are the chief constituents for killing in battles.

"Every Warrior should be equipped with Reduced Force Field after they have completed the job transition. It is a very useful thing, no matter for probing, killing enemies, or daily activities.

"Even if it's just an ordinary Knight encompassing himself with a Reduced Force Field, paired up with the Knight attire, they would be almost invincible to ordinary people.

"However, the Reduced Force Field would, at best, only display half of a Knight's powers. Therefore, while you can use this trick against people who are weaker than you, when you encounter those who are close to you in terms of abilities, and when the other party is also encompassed by Reduced Force Field, your only reliance would be to fully display your physical prowess.

"Therefore, other than those fellows who practice bow and arrow, close combat is the deciding means between the majority of the Knights."

Fang Xingjian nodded to indicate that he understood. For the battles after the first transition, if it was against those who were weaker, one could just rely on the Reduced Forced Field and crush them. Take for example if he were to be against Zhou Yong or Carter, within a ten meter circumference, he would be able to knock them out simply by swiping his hand across the air.

However, if his opponent was one whose abilities was close to his, or even above his, he would still need to rely on his physical body eventually, dashing up for a close combat with direct confrontation.

Huang Lin continued, "And Killing techniques are means used to eliminate Knights, Conferred Knights, or even those National Knights. They allow you to make use of everything you can make use of, displaying extraordinary strength and true prowess, raising your battle prowess by ten or even a hundred times.

"Each set of Killing technique is something which can take a person his whole life to study and train.

"Just like how the Desolate Thunderfire Sword performed by that old hag Rebecca is Tresia Clan's Killing technique passed down to their internal disciples."

Saying this, Huang Lin let out a cold laugh and said, "However, while it is fine for a swordsman to primarily use such a far distance Killing technique on someone weaker than themselves, it's basically useless to battle against enemies who are of similar standards.

"That old hag is too cowardly and only dares to rely on her seniority and level of cultivation to bully those more junior than her. That's why she chose such a lousy Killing technique.

"Xingjian, let me tell you. In a while, after you enter the secret treasury to choose the Killing Technique, there's the Supreme Mistwind Sword Killing technique. This Killing technique controls dynamic wind and is the most brilliant secret art where one can move so fast that others will not be able to see a thing. It is highly compatible with your job, Windstorm Sword Hero.

"Next would be Demonic Dusk and Eternal Divine Sword. You can also take a look at them as well. Hehe, these are the best Killing techniques in the academy. Originally, to learn them, one would need to be put through several trials, but it won't be necessary for you to do so.

"The other Killing techniques are all either sword art techniques or are not compatible with your job."

Just as Huang Lin was speaking with Fang Xingjian, they had already passed through a long underground tunnel and had reached a gigantic metallic door. The two guards in heavy armor with their faces hidden, stopped Huang Lin.

These two guards looked spiritless, as if they were not alive but were some thousand-year old zombie like creatures.

Fang Xingjian sensed an extremely dangerous aura from them.

It was obvious that the two of them were sent by the academy to guard the secret treasury.

"Only one may enter." One of the guards spoke to Huang Lin.

The other one went up to Fang Xingjian and said, "And… You can only borrow one each time. You are not allowed to copy them or lend them to someone else. Return them within ten days, if not, you'll be charged with treason."

Huang Lin nodded at Fang Xingjian and said, "Go on, I'll wait for you outside."

Therefore, Fang Xingjian entered the secret treasury, accompanied by one of the guards.

The secret treasury was very empty and was sealed so it was very stuffy. There was a rotting smell in the air, and only twenty-six stone pillar were supporting the structure, each of them with a book made of some metallic material which was neither silver nor gold. What was recorded in the books were Kirst Royal Academy's best twenty-six secret Killing techniques.

All the secret Killing techniques here were not something that techniques obtained from the library or imparted by the instructors could compare against. They were not just hard to cultivate, with a high level of difficulty, but even ordinary students who wished to have access to them would need to pass through several trials.

However, as Huang Lin's disciple, Fang Xingjian did not meet such obstacles.

Fang Xingjian looked across each of the stone pillars, each of them inscribed with the name of the secret Killing technique. He slowly took a look around, browsed through the other three or four Killing Techniques, before heading to the Supreme Mistwind Sword and had a thorough look.

From the beginning to the end, he stood right before the guard's view, reading through the secret manuals. The guard did not say a word. It was obvious that so long as Fang Xingjian did not break the rules, he would not be bothered with what he was doing.

Fang Xingjian looked at the Supreme Mistwind Sword manual. Although he had yet to comprehend all of it, his gaze had already shown that he was shaken up.

He had initially not really understood why Killing techniques were actual techniques used for killing since, to him, Nurturing techniques and Training techniques could also be used for battles and for killing.

However, only after taking a closer look at the Supreme Mistwind Sword, and seeing how it was an integration of all means and ways to control the atmosphere and strong gales, pushing one's energy from one's flesh and blood to eradicate enemies, did Fang Xingjian then realized the differences.

The whole Supreme Mistwind Sword manual did not have a single mean of nurturing one's mind and body, nor improving one's physical body or mental state. It's only use was to kill enemies, even to the expense of harming one's own body, exhausting one's vitality and potential.

That is right. After taking a look at this set of sword technique, Fang Xingjian knew that if he were to use the Supreme Mistwind Sword too many times within a short timeframe, it might bring great damage to his own body.

However, there was still a satisfied smile on his face.

That was because, the killing prowess of the Supreme Mistwind Sword was great enough. It was also because it was a sword technique, a sword technique that Fang Xingjian loved to train in the most.

Fang Xingjian looked at the guard next to him and said, "It'll be this."

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Chapter 67 Reaction

Tresia Knight Academy was an aristocratic school set up by the Tresia Clan, which Kaunitz belonged to.

The majority of the students were either Kirst's aristocrats, or sons and daughters of officials or rich merchants. Not only did they have to cultivate their martial techniques here, they also had to learn various etiquette, language, history and other subjects.

Here, one would be able to network, form connections and thus profit boundlessly in the future, for the rest of their lives.

And Vivian, who was under Kaunitz's care, had started learning in the Tresia Academy from about three months ago. It seemed that learning in this place was extremely suitable to her, and relying on her beauty as well as Kaunitz's support, with her resourcefulness, she had already become an extremely popular character in Tresia Academy.

Lightly fanning the golden silk fan in her hand, Vivian leaned against the banister, smiling slightly as she looked at the hardworking guys who were practicing relentlessly in the training grounds.

Beside her stood a blonde female who grabbed onto her, saying, "Vivian, you are so beautiful. Look at that Laurea who just recently transferred here. He's the son of an extremely rich merchant; and that Willis, he's the youngest son of Kirst's Finance Minister; and Wei Duo, his brother was the Prefectural Champion five years ago, his eyes are set on the Regional Selection next year.

"They are all mesmerised by you, hehe, who are you going to choose?"

Hearing the names of the three students, Vivian disdainfully laughed, "Those three fellows are all extravagant and indulge in debauchery, merely fond of flaunting their bravery and fighting, what prospects would they have in the future? But Wei Duo's elder brother, being the Prefectural Champion five years ago, still could be considered somewhat qualified, but…"

The girl laughed, "I know, all of them can't compare to Kaunitz. Kaunitz is Tresia's direct descendent, the future successor to be the clan head.

"I heard that he only took ten days to succeed in his first transition, and only three months to bring his Waves to level 3. Even the clan head praised him, saying that he is Tresia's strongest genius in a hundred years.

"Even that Prefectural Champion, Fang Xingjian, wasn't his match."

Vivian laughed complacently, before she tried to appear a bit more reserved as she spoke, "Kaunitz is not bad, but I'll still have to wait for him to pass the Regional Selection before I will agree to his request."

A few other aristocrat ladies appeared, chattering with Vivian. With Kaunitz's power and influence to support her, Vivian soon had the group of girls eating out of her hands.

Although, there were even a few aristocrat ladies who were displeased, they did not dare to show it on their faces.

And at that moment, a little eight to nine years old girl with two braids ran over with a pale countenance, "This is bad, this is bad…"

Vivian smiled, shaking her head, "What's wrong little Connie? Don't be so panicky, have you forgotten all the etiquette that our teacher taught us?"

The little girl named Connie panted, her little face squinched together, filled with anxiety as she spoke, "Kaunitz. Kaunitz just got heavily injured and was brought back by Madam Rebecca. He is currently undergoing medical treatment."

"What?!" Vivian abruptly stood out, frowning, "How is this possible? How could Kaunitz possibly be heavily injured when he's in the Royal Knight Academy? What happened? Connie, slow down and explain clearly."

"On the arena. Someone fought with Kaunitz on the arena, dealing him heavy injuries."

"Arena?" Vivian was puzzled, "Why was there a duel again? His duel with Fang Xingjian was supposed to be today, but since Fang Xingjian has failed his transition, there's no way that he would be able to turn up for the duel. If that's the case, who was it that injured Kaunitz…?"

"Fang Xingjian, yes!!" Connie exclaimed. "It's that Fang Xingjian!" Connie tried to recall the facts as she said, "I heard that Fang Xingjian has succeeded in his transition, and transitioned into that, that…that Sword Hero thingy."

In the crowd, someone's eyes lit up, "Windstorm Sword Hero?"

"Yes yes yes," Connie nodded non-stop. "They said that that Fang Xingjian successfully transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero, and easily defeated Kaunitz in just a few moves."

Vivians's eyes unceasingly narrowed, her face contorted heavily, as she spoke out in a low voice, "Wind...storm… Sword… Hero..?"

The aristocrat ladies who had been slightly displeased with Vivian exchanged glances, laughter flashing in their eyes.

"It's actually a Windstorm Sword Hero? I heard that in the entire history of our Empire, there were only three people who successfully became Windstorm Sword Heroes."

"Indeed, and I also heard that all three of them became Divine level experts in the end."

"Aiya, would this Fang Xingjian also become a Divine level expert in the future?"

A young lady laughed as she turned her gaze to Vivian, acting innocent as she asked, "Vivian, I heard that this Fang Xingjian came from The School of Sword Arts. Are you acquainted with him? Such a character… Why didn't you introduce him to us?"

Vivian's countenance underwent a slight change as she ruthlessly glared at the person who had just spoken, gritting her teeth as she ran outside, saying, "I'll go see how Kaunitz is doing."

As she stepped out, her mind was flooded with the news that Fang Xingjian had successfully transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero, while her heart was filled with traces of regret.

At the same time, within a secret chamber of the Tresia Clan.

Rebecca's face was completely flushed red, as she angrily howled at Tresia Clan's clan head, Kaunitz's father, "Fang Xingjian that little bastard! We must not allow him to grow any stronger. That fellow actually dared to fight against me, and is now a Windstorm Sword Hero. If we allow him to get any stronger, there will no longer be a place for our Tresia Clan in the future."

The clan head had a cold and indifferent expression on his face as he spoke, "So is that why you raised your hands against him? And even clashed with Huang Lin?"

Seeing the cold and indifferent expression on her second brother's face, the wrinkles on Rebecca's face cringed together as she shrieked, "He is your son! Your biological son! Do you expect me to do nothing and just watch while he's being bullied? When has our Tresia Clan ever suffered such humiliation?

"Fang Xingjian that little bastard, I must definitely kill him, as well as that Huang Lin who doesn't know how to show respect to his seniors. Second brother, we must write to big brother, he's currently in the Imperial Capital…"

The crisp sound of a slap rang out.

Rebecca stared at the clan head in disbelief. It was as if she could not believe that he would actually hit her.

"You old fool!" Tresia Clan's clan head raged."I asked you to go to the Royal Academy to be a teacher in order to meet other Knights, showing them good will and building up connections so that we could expand our Tresia Clan's prestige, boosting our support for big brother. I didn't ask you to go there to arouse hatred and make grudges!

"Do you know who Huang Lin is?! He was the 'Slaughter God' of the western army back then! Do you know how many in the Western Army are his 'life-and-death' buddies [1, and how many of those from the older generation in the Imperial Capital place him in high regards?!"

"And Fang Xingjian, he's only sixteen yet he has transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero. Do you know how monstrous his talent is?! It's fine if you don't befriend him, but to think that you went all out to against him. You… you… you... What can I say about you?!

"You are a failure in both martial arts and studies.

"From now onwards, you are to stay at home and not allowed to leave the residence. You don't have to go back to the academy either, I will request leave of absence on your behalf."

After speaking, the clan head flicked his sleeves as he left, leaving Rebecca standing there blankly, gingerly touching the red hand print left on her face.

The next instant, bitter resentment frenziedly flashed in her eyes, "Alright, alright, alright. Since all of you are looking down on me, I'll settle this myself.

"Do you all think that you are the only ones with friends? Little bastard, so what if you are a Windstorm Sword Hero? A dead Windstorm Sword Hero is no more than a dead man."

[1] Buddies so close that they do not mind putting their lives on the line for each other.

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Chapter 68 Wind Disaster

Speed is power.

This was the first sentence written on the first page of Supreme Mistwind Sword.

Supreme Mistwind Sword was a Killing technique which pursued extreme speed.

He ruffled the air with sword arts, creating sword Qis, and stacking the sword Qis one on top of the other to increase his own speed. It was a technique which created and controlled sword Qis. He need great strength, agility, reaction, and control to perform it.

The faster he waved his sword, the stronger the the sword Qi's prowess. The sword Qi increased the practitioner's support, raising his speed.

"The Killing technique Supreme Mistwind Sword is extremely profound, and it's based on using an omnipresent atmosphere to increase one's sword technique's agility and damage."

Huang Lin looked at Supreme Mistwind Sword's content and said, "Xingjian, your sword talent is unparalleled and I have not learnt the Killing technique Supreme Mistwind Sword either. Therefore, I can only give you pointers purely based on sword arts principles. In the end you'll still need to rely on yourself."

As he said that, Huang Lin smiled. "But I believe that even if you train by yourself, you'll still be able to reach great heights in this Killing technique."

From there, Fang Xingjian began the days with practicing the Supreme Mistwind Sword.

Waking up early in the morning, he would create sword Qi at full power one thousand times. Even from a distance of hundreds of meters away from Fang Xingjian's villa, one would still be able to see the gigantic sword Qis flying out over ten meters before they slowly vanished.

Each time Fang Xingjian waved his sword to slit across the air, and with the quick acceleration of the sword's edge, he created shockwaves in the air, forming streams of sword Qis.

All these streams of sword Qis slashed through the atmosphere, spurring the air currents to move, and changing the air pressure. Some of them were unusually strong and violent, while others were soft and gentle. And at the end, Fang Xingjian could even create unbelievable sword Qis such as whirlwinds, twisters and air pillars.

All these were various mysterious phenomena in the Supreme Mistwind Sword, created by slashing through the air and disturbing the atmosphere. Also, they were created by pure sword Qis, which allowed Fang Xingjian to conveniently rely on his unparalleled talent in order to continuously master them at an incredible speed.

One thousand sword Qis took him one hour, and Fang Xingjian also fully depleted all his energy during this one hour. He was aching horribly all over, and even his organs felt a bit unwell.

This was caused by the way Killing techniques stressed the physical body, making small vessels or even the heart suffer from hidden injuries. Without high attributes like Fang Xingjian's it was impossible to perform such Killing techniques. Therefore, the academy would not give students access to learn such Killing techniques. It would be as good as murdering them.

Killing techniques did not increase one's attributes nor did they provide one with specialties. They had no strengthening effect on the foundations of one's physical body, and their only use was to kill. This was also why Fang Xingjian only learnt the Supreme Mistwind Sword. Rather than diverting his energy, he might as well focus on leveling up the Killing technique which was the most suitable for him.

After all, he really did not have much time left.

After that, he started his breakfast. Countless members of the academy's upper echelon brought him ferocious beasts, aged medicinal plants unearthed from deep in the mountains, and of course, the ten Wind Hawks that the Headmaster had grabbed from Kirst's City Lord's residence.

These Wind Hawks were reared in the academy and fed with the best medicinal plants every day.

After being killed, they had then been placed into a big pot, and stewed for over six hours with countless herbs and animal essences.

Fang Xingjian would take a big bowl of Wind Hawk soup and its meat every morning. It tasted extremely fresh, melting in his mouth. The silk like texture, combined with a deep fragrance, continuously lingered on his taste buds.

Of course, the delicious taste was just one of its perks. The most important thing was that these Wind Hawks were even too nourishing. The Headmaster reckoned that after Fang Xingjian finished these ten Wind Hawks, he should be able to get a 1 or 2 point increment to his agility attribute, and could even obtain the recovery of his physical energy and getting rid of hidden injuries.

After breakfast, two Knight instructors would massage Fang Xingjian's muscles and veins all over his body with the Reduced Force Field, helping him move his vital energy and blood, eliminating his fatigue, and healing the damage his body had got from previously practicing the Killing technique, after which he continued with his training yet again.

This was a treatment that even the Headmaster himself had not had the chance to enjoy, and which was making countless people go crazy with envy.

On the training grounds, Fang Xingjian flashed as he moved about at great speed, slashing downwards with the sword again and again. With each slash the air would be torn apart, activating the circulation of the air currents, and creating various types of sword Qis. However, these sword Qis were unlike the ones in the morning training. They would curve, extend outwards, and leap about, as if chasing after and encircling Fang Xingjian's body, just like a gust of raging wind revolving around him.

They did not merely increase Fang Xingjian's agility, but had also encompassed a terrifying destructive force. As each of the sword Qis swept across the ground, they would leave sword marks a few inches deep on the marble stones.

Next was the medicinal food and the ferocious beasts' essence, which would compensate for the depletion of his vital energy and blood, as well as for the strain on his organs.

These were then followed by simulations of actual battles. Sometimes, it would be other Knight students, sometimes it would be instructors, and other times it would be Huang Lin.

Strong gales were blowing on the vast training grounds, circling around Fang Xingjian and hiding his figure within the raging winds, at the same time revolving around Huang Lin and making his figure look as if it was flashing in and out of existence.

Huang Lin held onto the black metal longsword, not moving. Each time he attacked, Fang Xingjian, who was flashing around him, was viciously sent flying.

However, with the specialty 'Single Sword World Subjugation' and the Supreme Mistwind Sword, Fang Xingjian's speed was too fast. It was as if he had turned into tens of human figures in but a moment, continuously riding on the raging winds, and flashing around Huang Lin again and again.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Each time Fang Xingjian appeared, the two swords would clash, making an extremely loud sound. Fang Xingjian would then disappear in an instant, moving with the raging wind to appear behind Huang Lin, attacking again with a sword accompanied by layers of whirlwinds.

With a loud clank, Huang Lin managed to fend off the attack. The longsword in Fang Xingjian's hand bent into a curve under the pressure from two immense forces, and then it disappeared once again in the raging winds, together with Fang Xingjian.

Clankclankclankclankclankclankclank, a series of sounds of colliding metals continuously rang out, and fire sparks flashed amidst the raging winds. It was the result of two longswords colliding continuously at high speed.

In the process of performing sword arts, Fang Xingjian only felt that all his muscles and bones suffered an increasingly immense pressure, from the powers he himself was exerting, along with the atmosphere's pressure from the high speed movements.

His Sonido Sword Zephyr Waves circulated fanatically, relieving him of his fatigue, and increasing the toughness of each inch of his skin.

HIs Ice Age Meditation Art circulated at great speed, requiring him to continuously analyze each stream's movement, each of his muscles' and bones' every little movement, as he performed the Supreme Mistwind Sword to its limits.

Killing techniques did not merely kill enemies. They also brought damage to one's body, just like when boxers punched sandbags, or how sports involving running would hurt the knees, and how lifting weights could hurt one's spine.

Killing techniques drove the practitioner's body, Waves, and mental cultivation technique to the limits with the scope of inflicting harm on the opponent. At the same time, it was also a huge burden on the practitioner's body itself.

Human figures crossed repeatedly, and finally, with a light holler from Huang Lin, Reduced Force Field exploded out, dissipating all the raging winds in the surroundings.

Fang Xingjian slowly gasped for breath, and stopped the attack. In his hand, the longsword he had used for the day's practice was once again split into two. Ordinary weapons were no longer able to withstand the pressure of his powers.

Huang Lin's eyes shone as he looked at Fang Xingjian and said, "Xingjian, your talent is really…" He shook his head, saying "It's as if you've been training for decades.

"The sword Qis and sword winds from each of your slashes made your speed increase faster and faster, and they have increased your movement and attack speed by two times. If you were to perfect the Supreme Mistwind Sword to the maximum level, given sufficient time, your attack speed would probably be above mine…"

"This cannot do." Fang Xingjian shook his head. "My control is still insufficient. As long as I continue to execute the Supreme Mistwind Sword, I will be able to increase my speed with sword Qis so much so that I'm not able to react in time, I'm unable to control it, or my attributes won't permit me to keep up.

"The best I can do now is to keep it at a speed about two times faster than my usual speed. This is a far cry from my body's limits, but it's because of my inadequacy in mastering this sword technique."

Huang Lin touched his chin and said, "Your sword talent is outstanding, but your understanding of the wind is limited. You can start working from there."

"Mmm." Fang Xingjian nodded. "The faster my speed, the greater the prowess of the Supreme Mistwind Sword's sword Qis. The greater the sword Qis' prowess, the greater the support it gives me, and the faster my speed will be, the stronger my sword Qis will be."

This was a sword technique which pursued speed, at the same time allowing one to get increasingly stronger the more one used it.

"Physical strength, control, strength, agility… There are still many areas I need to improve."

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Chapter 69 Attempt and Middleman

Looking at Fang Xingjian's appearance, Huang Lin shook his head, saying, "Xingjian, are you being too anxious? Your achievements now are already something that many people would never reach in their entire lives!

"You are still young, there's no need to be in such a hurry. Sometimes, when we rush things, they will only result in failure.

"Settle down, take it slow. After strengthening your foundations, you will be able to reach even greater heights in the future."

Hearing the other party's words, Fang Xingjian knew very well that this was the right way to go about it. However, he really did not have any time left. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Huang Lin gave him a weird look and said, "Xingjian… Do you have something on your mind?"

Thinking about how he had only five years of lifespan left, at that moment Fang Xingjian suddenly felt a burning desire. The needed to gain sufficient strength in these five years, he wanted to look for Caroline for revenge, he wanted to return to Fang Clan in Demonic City and question Li Shuanghua on how his mother had died.

But the next moment, the Ice Age Meditation Art automatically started to circulate as calm and rationale once again took over most of his consciousness. He gradually exhaled, shook his head and said, "It's nothing. Teacher, I'd like to take a break alone."

Huang Lin nodded, "Have a rest. You've already completed this morning's training. Later, after lunch, prepare yourself. Form the afternoon onwards, you'll need to bathe in secret medicinal liquid. This is good stuff, the Headmaster prepared it for you himself. With the academy's financial ability, we can only keep this up for a month."

Having said these, he headed for the door as he continued, "Another thing. Xingjian, I'm your Master. If you have any worries or troubles, you can look for me anytime."

It was a pity that Fang Xingjian's mind was already fully taken over by calm and rationale. It was impossible for him to risk revealing his secret. He merely nodded and said, "Don't worry, teacher, I'm fine."

After Huang Lin left, Fang Xingjian took a short break, then inspected his Techniques Column.

'Supreme Mistwind Sword. The faster the speed, the stronger the sword Qi; and the stronger the sword Qi, the faster the speed.

'Windshadow Sword Divinity has already given me extreme speed, and I've also got Boundaries Negation. As long as I perform this technique, my speed can increase even further.

'Then…'

As he said this, he headed towards the weapon rack at the side, switching his weapon for a brand new longsword.

Ever since learning the Boundaries Negation technique, Fang Xingjian had gradually accumulated 30,000 potential points, which would allow him to display Boundaries Negation for over thirty seconds.

The next moment, Fang Xingjian activated his Boundaries Negation technique. In the blink of an eye, he felt a restless throbbing energy everywhere in the air. It was the power of the ether particles, charging into his body like a boiling torrent. At the same time, the blood and vital energy in his body also burst out crazily.

Each of his muscles and veins looked as if they were inflated as they swelled up, then unleashed an incredible contraction, thus making his speed increase tremendously.

Fang Xingjian took a light step forward. At that moment, he felt as if the air in the surroundings had gained a water-like viscosity. It seemed to him that he needed to exert ten times more strength than before for this single step.

He knew that this was an illusion, and so he did not let himself be overly concerned over it. Therefore he moved. The Supreme Mistwind Sword responded to him, activating outwards, but unlike before, this time around, the Supreme Mistwind Sword's speed had reached an unbelievable stage.

The air turned into a viscous liquid, and with each step he took, Fang Xingjian felt as if the entire world was pressing on each square inch of his skin. The longsword in his hands flashed, and one would be unable to see the its shadow. With each slash, the raging sword Qi roared like an atmospheric dragon, charging out and making a deep lengthy trench in the ground.

Just before the sword Qi would have collided with the walls, Fang Xingjian, having already caught up with it in a step, dispersed it with a bang.

Scratch scratch scratch scratch. With a light wave, hundreds of sword Qis spread outwards, each of them equal to Kaunitz's slashes at full power.

Fang Xingjian's figure flashed about, once again dispersing each of them.

This move was already over two times faster than Fang Xingjian's usual speed, and had long surpassed the limits of his previous display of the Supreme Mistwind Sword.

The air currents in the training room were turbulent, shaking up the whole training room. Streams of atmospheric dragons were like tamed dogs, crawling around Fang Xingjian, continuously increasing his speed.

He only felt that the shadows in the surroundings were flashing about endlessly. His speed accelerate, getting faster and faster. The longsword in his hand was also facing greater and greater pressure. He was slashing the air non-stop, while the Supreme Mistwind Sword surrounded the sword, increasing the weapon's speed. Each stream of vortexes surrounded it, as if it was the sword of the King of Wind, which controlled all the moving currents in the atmosphere.

The next moment, Fang Xingjian only felt as if a boom rang throughout his body, while an air of white currents encompassed the sword.

It was vapor cones, something which Fang Xingjian had seen before on supersonic aircrafts. Although the white clouds formed on the sword were very thin, they still showed how terrifying the longsword's action speed was.

The strong colliding waves surrounding the longsword were propelled outwards, accompanied by extremely strong kinetic energy, which could generate terrifying damage prowess.

At that moment, the naked eye would no longer be able to see Fang Xingjian, and one's hearing and sense of touch would no longer be able to sense his movements.

Fang Xingjian's figure was as if it had completely disappeared in the raging wind, leaving only a metallic longsword seemingly turned into a black line, performing the Supreme Mistwind Sword and dancing amidst the raging winds.

His body felt as if it could freely appear anywhere at extreme speed, as if Fang Xingjian had turned into the wind itself as he was waving his longsword. He only needed to consider the movements of the sword, thus allowing the prowess of the Supreme Mistwind Sword to reach an unbelievable stage.

With a bang, the longsword exploded and the raging winds suddenly came to a halt. Fang Xingjian's silhouette gradually appeared. He had sustained the vapor cones for only slightly over ten seconds before they completely disappeared.

Hundreds and thousands of sword Qis and collision waves accompanied the longsword's explosion, slicing in all directions. The surface of the training grounds was left with countless cracks.

'When using the Boundaries Negation, my speed will suddenly increase by more than two times, reaching the limits of when I'm using the Supreme Mistwind Sword...

And I only need over ten seconds, with the aid of the Supreme Mistwind Sword's sword Qis, to increase my speed by another two fold and achieve sonic speed in but a moment.

'If my physical strength can get even stronger and I accumulate enough potential, letting my speed increase continuously…

Thinking of that prowess it could generate, Fang Xingjian was filled with a feeling of yearning and fascination. It was a pity that there were too many factors limiting the Supreme Mistwind Sword's powers.

However, with a sufficiently strong weapon which could withstand strength and pressure, with sufficient physical strength to undergo high speed movements, and sufficient potential to display the skill Boundaries Negation even Fang Xingjian himself had no idea how fast he could be while using the Supreme Mistwind Sword to accelerate.

The speed of sound? Supersonic speed? Two times the speed of sound? Three times the speed of sound?

Fang Xingjian did not know. He only knew that as long as he had sufficient potential, he would not be afraid to face that old hag Rebecca, whose strength, agility and reaction all exceeded 100 points.

If he could sustain Supreme Mistwind Sword continually until he reached three times the speed of sound, then dealing with Rebecca would take nothing but one attack.

'Potential. I must accumulate even more potential.

'And the longsword. I don't know when the Empire's Divine Weapon will be completed. Normal metal swords are unable to withstand my strength and wind pressure.

'However, after displaying Boundaries Negation, my powers increase by leaps and folds. This skill is not something the Windstorm Sword Hero is equipped with. Unless I'm left with no choice, it's better that I don't display it.

'And each time I display it, I'll need to deplete potential points. Considering that I'm unable to level up this skill as well, it's better that I don't use it.

'And the Supreme Mistwind Sword… I wonder what surprises it will bring me after perfecting it to the maximum level, within one to two months.'

Just as Fang Xingjian was pondering, someone knocked on the doors.

"Lord Xingjian, Teacher Kyle from The School of Sword Arts asked to meet you. Are you free?"

"Kyle?" Fang Xingjian's head askewed as he took a towel from the side to wipe off the sweat on his forehead. He said, "I'll have my lunch now. Let him wait in the dining hall."

In the personalised dining hall the Headmaster had specially prepared for Fang Xingjian, a big table full of dishes had been readied.

The main dish was a fish soup made from a gigantic carnivorous deep sea fish. Fang Xingjian took a taste, and his brows twitched. With just one mouth, he felt the strong fragrance exploding in his mouth. The taste was strong but not sickening, and had a light refreshing fragrance to it as well.

That fine and refreshing taste made him feel as if a fish was jumping in his mouth.

"This fish soup… is very delicious," Fang Xingjian said.

The servant at the side introduced, "This is prepared by the chef specially invited by the Headmaster, created with special methods, and then stewed with raw scallions, eye yolk and pickled vegetables. It is specially prepared for my Lord."

Once he finished the soup in big gulps, he felt vital energy and blood shooting around in his body. Looking at the potential points increasing on the Techniques Column, Fang Xingjian suddenly felt overjoyed.

And at that moment, a servant led Kyle in.

Fang Xingjian drank the fish soup in big gulps as he said, "Teacher Kyle, I'm short on time. If you don't mind, I'll talk to you while I have my meal."

"It's fine, it's fine." Kyle smiled, not minding at all. His eyes swept across the dishes on the table, and could not help but swallow.

'All these are ferocious beasts and valuable medicinal herbs. Just this meal alone would make me bankrupt. The academy is really willing to spend money.'

"So, teacher, what matters do you have today?" Fang Xingjian picked up a big mouthful of medicinal herbs and ate it. With one mouthful, he could feel a cooling feeling spreading out from his mouth all the way to his stomach. His body grew cool and his potential suddenly surged to a 10 point increase.

Kyle gave it some thought and said, "Xingjian, what do you think about the relationship between the Empire and the various factions?"

Fang Xingjian said without any hesitation, "The Empire is the greatest and strongest faction, just like this table of food here. Normal factions may not even be able to provide this, daily, to an expert who completed the second transition, right? But I can enjoy six such meals on a daily basis."

Kyle immediately smiled bitterly. He knew that Fang Xingjian had understood the reason he had come by today. He decided to not to cover it up, but to say it outright, "Xingjian, you were The School of Sword Arts' student to begin with. It was just that I was unable to tell that your talent was so great that you would even be able to transition into a Windstorm Sword Hero.

"You must have understood, more or less, during this time. While the Empire is strong, no matter how talented an ordinary commoner is, he can only be an underling of the Royalty and the major aristocrats, and be under their command. You'll no longer have any freedom.

"But if you were to join The School of Sword Arts, with your aptitude as a Windstorm Sword Hero, I can recommend you to be one of the contenders for the position of the school's Headmaster."

He took out a stack of books, saying, "This is the cultivation method for the first step of The School of Sword Arts' greatest manual, Star Fate Sword."

"As long as you are willing to join The School of Sword Arts, this is yours."

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Chapter 70 Reply

Fang Xingjian did not give an immediate reply to Kyle's words, but consecutively chugged down three big gulps, finishing the fragrant and fresh fish stew in one go. He inspected how his potential points had increased by over 50 points all at once, then wiped his mouth before giving his reply.

He threw a glance at the manual on the table, knowing full well that if he were to take a quick glance through it, he might be able to acquire the first stage of this Killing technique. However, he did not pick it up. Right now, the first stage of a Killing technique was no longer something he needed.

If he still had a few decades left to live, then it would be a good idea for him to get exposed to sword arts from various factions, extending his knowledge and being able to combine them together. However, to the Fang Xingjian, who was only left with four years and three months' time, the fastest way was to specialize in a particular style of sword arts and climb up to the pinnacle with it.

Therefore, he paused for a moment and said, "Teacher Kyle, the Empire is the greatest faction, and to be honest, all factions operate like a weaker version of the Empire. You said that I will not be able to get freedom in the Empire; but would it really be any different if I were to join The School of Sword Arts?"

"For this, I can guarantee…" Kyle wanted to continue, but was stopped by Fang Xingjian who had raised his hand.

"Teacher Kyle, the price to pay for the freedom that you had mentioned... is it to be in a destitute state, like you are now?" Fang Xingjian saw Kyle's expression change, but he did not stop. He emptied all the delicacies on the table and said at a very fast pace, "To gain something, it is natural to have to pay a price.

"Since I want access to other people's resources, other people's support, then it's only natural that I'd have to pay the price, by giving up some of my freedom.

"The Empire is like this, but so is The School of Sword Arts. I don't believe that The School of Sword Arts will invest their resources in me without any restraint, not asking for anything in return. Even if some people will not do so, there are so many members in the upper echelon… So many family members, kin, disciples… Would they agree to this?

"Talents won't have true freedom no matter where they would go, even more so for geniuses. Even if I were to become the Headmaster of The School of Sword Arts, would there really be nothing that could restrain me?

"Therefore, this bargaining chip by the name of freedom doesn't attract me at all. And in terms of resources, The School of Sword Arts could never compare with the Empire."

Kyle furrowed his brows and said, "What you say may make sense, but you have never experienced how dark the tussles in the Empire's higher echelon are. If you were to head there recklessly…"

"Teacher Kyle." Fang Xingjian stopped eating, lifting his head, and looking at Kyle he said, "Trust me, I've seen too much darkness and devastation. But now, I have the confidence that I'll be able to slash through them with my own sword now."

Kyle looked at him calmly, and the two locked gazes for a while. Kyle let out a sigh and said, "Your heart is more determined than mine. You are more suitable for sword arts than I am."

Fang Xingjian lowered his head and continued his lunch. His thoughts were freezing cold, but there were no problems with what he had said. He tried to imitate an ordinary man's tone and said, "I'm thankful for your enlightenment in my sword training. If there's anything you need my help for, as long as it's within my abilities, I'll do it."

Kyle sighed, saying, "Next month, I'll be participating in the Tournament of the Sword Heroes. No matter if I were to succeed or fail, I won't be coming back."

Fang Xingjian nodded, and Kyle continued, "What I'm most worried about is those students from the school. I've temporarily handed everything over to Lambert. If he faces any difficulties, I'll need you to help look after them."

Fang Xingjian calmly replied, "Don't worry, I'll do that."

"Thank you."

Kyle left, his eyes seemingly saying that he had understood something, but at the same time, disappointment shone stronger in his eyes.

Fang Xingjian did not know if Kyle could make it through the Tournament of the Sword Heroes. The only thing he could do was to take care of himself and allow himself to get stronger.

After finishing his meal, the servants led Fang Xingjian to a bedroom. Even before entering, he was hit by a strange fragrance. Fang Xingjian inhaled deeply, and felt a never before known sense of refreshness charging into all parts of his body. Even his mind seemed to be clearer.

Opening the door, the strange fragrance got even stronger. It came attacking into Fang Xingjian's every cell, making him feel as if all the fatigue in his body had been completely wiped out.

The Headmaster and Huang Lin had long been standing there. They looked at the tub, which was the height of a human, a pitch-black medicinal liquid continuously warmed up inside it.

The Headmaster said, "Take off all your clothes and get in there."

Fang Xingjian did not show the slightest hesitation as he took off his clothes and entered the tub.

"Circulate your Waves and mental cultivation method. Don't stop, and absorb as much of this medicinal properties as you can," Huang Lin said.

Fang Xingjian had been circulating the Waves for twenty-four hours to begin with, so there was no problem with that at all. Each muscle in his body, each bone, were all moving at extreme speed. His emotions stayed clear as he maintained his calm and rationale.

Circulating the Waves, he felt as if the medicinal liquid was boiling, flaming auras crazily making their way into his body, as if they were burning away his organs, his vessels, and his nerves.

"Bear with it!" the Headmaster said. "These are grounded medicinal herbs with the Loulan Beast as the base.

We have matched various medicinal herbs to allow you to absorb the Loulan Beast's essence and to change your body. You'll gain a ferocious beast's recovery abilities, endurance, and body toughness."

Looking at Fang Xingjian's pained expression and at the black auras dispersing on the surface of his body, the hint of a pained expression flashed across his face as well. "Even with the academy's financial powers, we'll only be able to provide such treatment for a month. During this month, you must soak in this medicinal liquid everyday. If you're lucky, it'll not only raise your endurance attribute, but also give you the specialty 'Berserkness'.

Do your best to absorb everything. Don't waste even a tiny bit of it."

Fang Xingjian nodded, his breath and blood flow continuing to circulate as per the Sonido Sword Zephyr Waves. He could feel increasingly scorching energies drilling into his body, as if they were going to melt and dissolve every piece of his flesh.

The Headmaster looked at Fang Xingjian's expression, and although his heart ached to bring out such medicinal liquid, bright light shone in his eyes.

'Good, good, good. I've spent so much effort to reduce the academy's expenditure for the following three years just so that Fang Xingjian could produce results.

'As long as he can win first place in the Regional Selection, or even become a Divine level expert in the future, all these will be worth it.'

Regional Champion, National Champion, and a Divine Level expert from Kirst Royal Academy. Just the mere thought of it made the Headmaster feel extremely excited.

'Absorb it, absorb it all! Even if it means heaping it all, I must heap it all to you so that you will become a Regional Champion!'

Just like that, Fang Xingjian would go through training for his sword techniques, Waves, and Killing techniques, as well as consume various medicinal foods and ferocious beasts' essences. The Headmaster was investing an immense amount of resources on him, something which he had never done before.

On the other hand, Huang Lin sparred daily with Fang Xingjian, imparting him his understanding in the sword arts, as well as his experience in using them.

Regardless of whether it was attributes, specialties or techniques, Fang Xingjian progressed at an unbelievable speed, one which had never before been seen. He became stronger and stronger.

Of course, during this whole process, Huang Lin and the Headmaster dutifully guarded and protected Fang Xingjian, preventing him from being bothered in the least. They also did not allow him to kill any monsters in order to prevent him from leveling up too soon, gaining job progression but wasting his potential.

One month later, just as Fang Xingjian had made tremendous progress.

On a mountain slope on the Empire's west coast, a long-haired man wearing Knight's attire was looking towards a small city thousands of miles away.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked towards the adjutant, saying, "What did you say? Windstorm Sword Hero?"

"That's right." An adjutant similarly dressed in a Knight's attire confirmed, "Based on reliable sources, Fang Xingjian has successfully transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero."

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Chapter 71 Remarkable Achievement

"Windstorm Sword Hero? This first transition job... I don't think there's many people with this job in the entire history of the Empire, right?"

"Yes, in the entire history of the Empire, there are only three… Moreover…

"After their generations, no one else succeeded until now."

After hearing his subordinate's report, a gleam flickered in the long-haired guy's eyes as he faintly said, "Who would have thought that a sapling casually sowed would actually have the opportunity to mature into a towering giant tree... How interesting!"

His subordinate's countenance wavered as he inquired, "Sir, do we need to ask the Second Highness…"

"No need to do that for now. We'll let the other clans test him out first." Saying that, the long haired guy took out a cylinder-shaped object the length of an arm and placed it in front of his eyes. Squinting, he said, "This thing is quite interesting. Things a few hundred meters away appear to be merely a few metres away.

His subordinate explained, "This thing is known as a telescope. I heard that the Second Highness had gotten his hands on it when he was studying abroad. His Majesty has already laid out an order to mass manufacture this, attempting to ensure one for every Knight."

Nodding, the long haired guy smiled and said, "The prey has entered the cave. Let's move out."

During the time that he spoke, a light breeze blew, making the blood-red cape that the long-haired guy was wearing flutter in the wind, resembling a combusting blood-colored flame.

It was the specialized equipment for the Empire's Conferred Knight, which represented the power level of one who had completed the second transition, as well as the glory of a Conferred Knight chosen from the multitudes of normal knights. This Scarlet Cape was specially manufactured by the Empire's Weaponry.

At the same time, at the command given by the long haired guy, hundreds of silhouettes suddenly shot out, akin to arrows fired in the direction of the small town.

A bloodthirsty smile curled the lips of the long-haired guy as he ordered, "Let's go. Slaughter them all."

In the Royal Academy, Fang Xingjian had been going through a month of cultivation, spending tremendous effort everyday in his training in all aspects, including sword techniques, Waves, and his mental cultivation method. During all this time, he had also continuously consumed ferocious beasts, heavenly ingredients and earthly treasures. Due to all these, along with the fact that such a top expert like Huang Lin had been sparring with him and giving him pointers, his skills had improved at an inconceivable rate.

And because his Waves had been circulating relentlessly for twenty-four hours a day, his experience points had been shooting up constantly. Although his talent in Waves was insufficient, and despite the fact that he required a large amount of experiences to break through each level, a month's time had allowed his Sonido Sword Zephyr Waves to rise to level 3, bringing him an increase of 3 points in strength, 6 points in agility, 3 points in reaction, 3 points in endurance, and 3 points in flexibility.

Other than this, he had also been constantly practicing his sword techniques, for twenty-four hours daily, making it possible for him to maniacally squeeze out every single potential point, and tempering his attributes.

As for the Ice Age Meditation Art, having previously used Kaunitz to sweep away all the distraction and injustice in his heart, and adding to that his month of grinding, the technique had also risen to level 2, causing his thinking and planning abilities to progress yet again.

As for the killing technique, Supreme Mistwind Sword, because it involved Waves, the mental cultivation method, ether particles, and the currents' flow in the atmosphere, the technique was indeed many times more complex and profound than the sword techniques Fang Xingjian had cultivated before.

And thus, after a month of practice, he had only managed to train that sword technique to level 18 instead of reaching the maximum level.

Obviously, because techniques of the Killing Path did not benefit one's body, he did not gain increases for his attributes, despite reaching level 18. However, the level 18 Supreme Mistwind Sword, with its exquisite control on the body and air currents, had already granted Fang Xingjian the ability to increase his speed by more than three times.

However, although there had been no additional increases to his attributes, the level 10 Supreme Mistwind Sword still allowed Fang Xingjian to have more delicate control over the airflow, such that whenever his long sword slashed through the air, the sword itself would generate a high speed current akin to a sword light of about a few feet long, with which he could slash through gold and jade as though they were ordinary materials.

Fang Xingjian slowly stood up in the tub of medicinal liquid. That initially black as ink liquid had now become almost colorless. He could feel that the physical strength in his entire body had been enhanced to an incredible degree, as wisps and wisps of hot vital energy circulated throughout his body, seemingly about to explode at any moment.

Under the aid of the medicinal liquid, his body had become even stronger. Much energy and many nutrients had been amassed in various parts of his body, waiting for the right moment to erupt whenever they would be needed.

This made Fang Xingjian feel as though he had an inexhaustible amount of energy.

Fang Xingjian stretched his hand out, and a servant at the side handed him a dagger. He lightly slit across his finger, making a wound, but just as a droplet of fresh blood dripped out, Fang Xingjian slightly clenched his finger's muscle, and the wound closed up, forming a scab a few minutes later.

Not only was his power soaring at a crazy speed, and his attributes increasing at an explosive pace, but having continuously soaked in medicinal liquid every afternoon for an entire month and causing the Headmaster to bawl his eyes out at the expenses, Fang Xingjian had finally obtained the 'Elementary Berserkness' speciality. Elementary Berserkness: allows one's recovery rate to far surpass that of ordinary humans'; normal cuts from swords and blades form scabs and both bruises and injuries heal almost instantly, allowing the practitioner to fully recover within a maximum of three hours.

Currently, , he could completely disregard common external injuries with his control over his blood and muscles.

Other than this, the medicinal liquid also granted him astonishing physical strength. Currently, his breath was long and drawn out, and the endurance of his muscles was terrifying. If he were to only use ordinary sword techniques, he would not have a problem even if he would have to fight continuously for three days and three nights.

Even when performing the Supreme Mistwind Sword, he would only start feeling exhausted after four hours.

In his current state, Fang Xingjian's current attributes were now:

Name

Fang Xingjian

Age

16

Occupation

Windshadow Sword Divinity

Level

10

Strength

514

Agility

794

Reaction

50

Endurance

43

Flexibility

43

The attributes above come into effect once the Sonido Sword Zephyr Waves is activated

Due to Perfect Muscles, 4 in strength and agility (10% of the endurance attribute)

Nurturing Sword Techniques

31 sets

Training Sword Techniques

4 sets

Supreme Mistwind Sword

Level 18

Specialities:

Genius Swordsmanship,

Elementary Survival Instinct,

Internal Healing，

Internal Training，

Sword Specialist,

High Agility Motion Vision,

Heightened Reflexes,

Perfect Muscles

Elementary Berserkness

Potential

8,500 point increase/day

Waves

Level 3 Sonido Sword Zephyr Waves

Mental Cultivation Method

Level 2 Ice Age Meditation Art

Currently, when he executed the Supreme Mistwind Sword, it would continuously accelerate, and after a few minutes he could achieve a tremendous speed, about three times faster. A three feet long sword-light would form on the sword, created by the high speed air currents. If he were to use Boundaries Negation as well, even he himself could well be astonished by his combat prowess!

'No, this is still not enough. At the very least, Rebecca was still be able to suppress me the other day, relying on her strength, agility and other attributes which were over 100 points.

'But I wonder... If I were to use Boundaries Negation, what would be my chances of winning be then?'

Right now, Fang Xingjian always had 50,000 potential points at the ready so that he could execute Boundaries Negation anytime.

This, because he had tested it out. His current limit was to use 50,000 potential points in order to execute Boundaries Negation for fifty seconds in a single day. If he went on any longer, his body could collapse. After executing Boundaries Negation for fifty seconds, it was impossible for him to use it again during the same day.

It was a pity that Fang Xingjian had not seen Rebecca's limits. While he estimated that after using both Boundaries Negation and the Supreme Mistwind Sword for twenty seconds he would be able to continue fighting at supersonic speed for another thirty seconds, he was not sure if he would be able to defeat Rebecca within these thirty seconds.

But putting aside old freaks like Rebecca, who had been at the peak of the first transition for decades, ordinary first transitioned Knights would definitely not be Fang Xingjian's match at all.

As he thought of this, he had already flung the dagger in his hands away, commanding in an indifferent voice, "Clothes."

By his side, naturally, there were people to help him shower and change. Just as he was getting dressed, Huang Lin had impatiently walked in, and as soon as he saw Fang Xingjiang he said, "Come with me quickly. A master from the Royal Capital has just arrived and is here to design your Empire's Divine Weapon for you.

"Quickly. Go and talk to him. Oh, right. During this time, have you thought of the kind of weapon you want?"

Fang Xingjian's eyes lit up. He had long been sick of the practice swords that kept breaking. He replied, "I've long decided on it."

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Chapter 72 Great Master

Huang Lin walked ahead, telling Fang Xingjian, "Seems like the Association holds you in very high regard. The great master they've sent this time is Griffin, one of the great masters ranked amongst the first ten in the Royal Weaponry.

"When you speak to him later, you must be more polite. Although these great masters are not strong, their workmanship in forging weapons and equipments has reached great heights. If you want him to put in more effort into forging your weapon, you must be really polite.

"That's right." Having said this, he passed a silk pouch of money to Fang Xingjian. "You don't have much savings yet. Present this to Griffin as a gift."

Fang Xingjian weighed the money pouch in his hands, estimating that there were about two hundred gold coins inside.

Two hundred gold. Based on his current Knight allowance, he would only be able to save this much money after not eating or drinking for twenty months. It was obvious that this sum of money was not insignificant to Huang Lin either, but it seemed like the other party was really treating Fang Xingjian as his own direct disciple.

However, looking at the coin pouch in his hands, he could not help but feel interested. The bribery methods in this world were really simple and crude, but this was the way Fang Xingjian liked it.

In the next second, he muttered to himself, trying to think of what any ordinary person would say when they were feeling touched, but Huang Lin waved his hand and said, "Don't say anything. You just need to spend your life working hard, become a Divine level expert and let me, Huang Lin, have a Divine level disciple. This would be the best way you could ever pay me back."

"I will work hard, Master."

Fang Xingjian followed Huang Lin to the study, and once they were there the latter waved his hand and said, "Go on. I don't wish to see anyone from the Imperial Capital. I'll be waiting for you in the training grounds. You're done with soaking in the medicinal liquid. From today onwards, you'll spar with me. The Regional Selection is different from the Prefectural Selection. And after learning the Killing technique, battle experience is an extremely important factor." Having said his piece, Huang Lin took his leave and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Fang Xingjian nodded as he headed towards the study. A white-haired elderly man had long been waiting there, sitting on a chair and sipping tea.

Seeing Fang Xingjian's entrance, he twitched his brows and scrutinized Fang Xingjian all over as he said, "Your disposition is calm, your steps are strong, your arms are long and slender, your eyes are sharp as swords. You're really a good swordsman."

He then waved towards Fang Xingjian and said, "Come over here, I'll take your measurements."

Fang Xingjian walked up, handing over the money pouch to the white-haired elderly man personally.

The man seemed to have long reached an understanding with him, not saying a word as he received the money pouch, and pocketing it as if nothing had happened.

However, after briefly weighing the pouch, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"I'll take your measurements first. You can tell me what kind of weapon you want while I'm at it." The white-haired elderly man smiled and said, "Oh right, my name is Griffin."

The elderly took out a measuring tape and measured Fang Xingjian's fingers, arms, and even took various measurements including his chest and waist measurements, as well as his height, all the while listening to Fang Xingjian's descriptions.

Fang Xingjian had long ago talked with Huang Lin about what sort of Empire's Divine Weapon he would like, and had also heard the Headmaster's description of the Empire's Divine Weapons.

Fang Xingjian said, "I want a longsword. Firstly, it must be sturdy. Secondly, it must have the effect of a soft sword and be able to freely change its shape or even extend its length. It must also be very sharp.

"What I'm training is the Supreme Mistwind Sword, so I hope that there'll be wind imprints and vent holes through its blade, such that when the sword slashes air currents, it'll create special sword Qi."

As Fang Xingjian raised a pile of requests, the white-haired elderly man nodded as he gauged Fang Xingjian's physical attributes. He then heard Fang Xingjian saying, "One more thing. I hope that it can be made with the bone remains of a Knight who has at least gone through the first transition as the main ingredient. It would be best if the person also had a job which controls the atmosphere."

Griffin sized up Fang Xingjian and said, "You know your stuff well.

"An expert who was a Knight and completed at least the first transition would tend to have great achievements in the cultivation of his Waves and communication with ether particles. Under the enhancement of the Waves, their bones would tend to be even sturdier than steel reinforcement bars. And especially since they receive the continuous enhancement of ether particles, they would tend to have some special powers even after the person dies.

As long as the Waves were a good match, weapons made from such remains would tend to be able to increase the individual's damaging powers.

However, naturally, there were not many experts willing to donate their remains to the Empire to be used for weapons forging. Most of the Empire's remains of experts tended to come from external battles, and each weapon forged from the remains was said to extremely valuable.

Equipments forged with valuable ingredients and having various special abilities were known as the Empire's Divine Weapons.

And those which had Knight's remains added to them were separately known as Remains Divine Weapons. The ones made from a first transitioned Knight's remains were known as Inferior Remains Divine Weapons, while the ones made from the remains of a Conferred Knight who had gone through the second transition were known as Superior Remains Divine Weapons.

There was even equipment made from a Divine level expert's remains, which was known as Divine Remains Equipment. It had unbelievably strong powers, and it was part of the great world treasure often known as Divine Equipment.

Seeing Fang Xingjian's gaze, Griffin smiled and said, "It's basically impossible for normal Knights to wish to get a Remains Divine Weapon. However…"

Suddenly, his tone changed and said, "Fang Xingjian, you're really lucky. You're extremely talented and you've attracted a certain big shot's attention and you're highly regarded. He told me to take good care of you, and bestowed upon you the backbone of a Conferred Knight who completed the second transition. I'll use this backbone to forge a longsword for you. It'll be a Superior Divine Weapon."

Griffin patted Fang Xingjian on the shoulders as he said with a tinge of envy, "With the care of this big shot, your future will definitely be smooth-sailing. With that person's support, it may not be impossible for you to become a Divine level expert.

"I'll need you to take care of me in the future too."

Fang Xingjian's eyes gleamed, many emotions fluctuating in his heart. He understood clearly that the time had finally come.

During this time, putting aside Kirst's aristocrats, many other clans had attempted to toss out the olive branch to Fang Xingjian, but they had all been fended off by Huang Lin and the Headmaster.

However, this time, it was an olive branch from the Imperial Capital, and it was offered by one of the top ten great masters from the Royal Weaponry. It was obviously difficult to reject this one.

However, Fang Xingjian did not plan to reject it. In fact, it was just as he had told Kyle - it was impossible for one to be completely free in this world. Even with his talent, before he became invincible he would need to find himself a strong backing.

As the saying went, no matter if one picked up literary arts or martial arts, the end goal would be to offer one's service to the king and the royalty. He did not mind selling off his abilities and future, but it definitely had to be for a good price.

Therefore, he asked, "I wonder which Lord from the Imperial Capital is so generous."

Griffin replied, "See for yourself." Saying that, he took out a piece of yellowed paper with irregular empty spots on its edges. It had a unique smell similar to sulphur, and it was hard to tell how many years it had gone through.

What really caught one's eye was, as Fang Xingjian could himself could tell, that the piece of paper was filled with a sense of evil.

Griffin tossed out the paper, and it floated in the air. He kneeled down, saying respectfully, "We welcome Your Highness's arrival".

Before his words ended, the piece of paper burst into flames by itself in the air, but it did not turn into ashes. On the contrary, bundles of flames rose from the paper, dancing about in the air, forming the picture of a man's head.

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Chapter 73 Prince

The head formed by the flames was that of a man's, who, seeing the shocked look on Fang Xingjian's face, revealed a satisfied smile.

"There's no need to be shocked, this is my fire clone. My actual body is in the Imperial Capital thousands of miles away, talking to you through secret arts."

"So, you are Fang Xingjian? The genius who took only slightly more than three months to transition into a Windstorm Sword Hero?"

His eyes were extremely sharp, his rectangular face seemingly stern, rigid and full of prestige. He was around forty years of age, his manner of talking instinctively embodying a sense of overbearing superiority. He was clearly a person of high status.

Not waiting for Fang Xingjian to reply, he continued. "I am the grandson of Godias, the son of Alexander, the future King of Sinkoda. My name George Krieg. Are you willing to pledge your loyalty to me?"

George Krieg, the First Prince of Sinkoda, was the first in line to the throne.

Fang Xingjian's brows twitched, instinctively annoyed by his tone, and replied, "I would have to see what price the First Prince is willing to offer."

The other party's air of superiority, as if everything was within his control, as if he was the center of the universe, and that tone which seemed to belong to that of the King of all gods made him very dissatisfied.

Hearing Fang Xingjian's reply, the silhouette in the flames frowned. "What impudence! In this great world, it is the Empire and the royal family's rule who helped everyone learn, train, and transition. You all should be willing to serve the Empire and be ready to give your lives for the cause. As the Empire's direct heir, I have inherited the previous generations' hard work and the will to unify the world.

"Pledging your loyalty to me is unquestionable, why would you hesitate?"

With that, he changed his tone and said, "You are extremely talented, with extraordinary gifts that I very much appreciate. Hence, I've ordered to Master Griffin to come here, and have also bestowed the remains of a Conferred Knight, for him to forge a Superior Remains Divine Weapon especially for you.

"As long as you are under me, countless secret manuals to divine techniques, countless secret arts as well as treasures of the heaven and earth will be yours. Even if it's the remains of Aurora Sword Spirit McDowell's remains (the last Divine Warrior to attain Windstorm Sword Hero for his first job transition), it's not impossible for me to retrieve these from the Royal Treasury and bestow them upon you."

Griffin, who was beside him, said, "Fang Xingjian, why are you not thanking the First Prince for his grace? The First Prince has the destiny to rule, he is the successor to the Empire. Among the five princes, only the First Prince has been conquering lands for the Empire, establishing brilliant war achievements. In the future, the throne of the Empire will definitely belong to the First Prince.

"Being highly regarded by the First Prince and being able to display your talents are the luckiest things to happen to you in your whole life. What are still you hesitating for?"

Fang Xingjian had heard long heard from Huang Lin about certain powers in the Empire. The Empire's King, Alexander Krieg, had been obsessed with martial arts when he was young, and had only married and began a family at the age of thirty. Now, at the age of eighty, he had five princes to his name.

Among the five princes, the First Prince was the strongest, having gone through the second job transition and at level 29, only a step away from breaking through to the Divine level.

Particularly, his mother's clan had powerful wide influence, extending to the government and the commoners.

The First Prince himself was also the follower of the biggest faction in the Empire, the 'Ancient Path of Hell'. Over the years, through the conquering of lands for the Empire, his prestige in the military had risen extremely high. He had gathered countless valiant warriors and an endless number of advisors under him. He had even gathered a bunch of elites from the Ancient Path of Hell. Be it abilities or reputation, he was above all.

Fang Xingjian frowned. Though he was not pleased with the other party's tone, he knew that such mannerism in such a feudal country was already considered to be polite towards those which the First Prince considered to be men of talent.

For the sake of the Remains Divine Weapon, he nodded and said, "Your Highness, I'm grateful for your appreciation."

"Mm," the First Prince nodded slightly. "Use your fingers to sign your name here. From now on, you will be my trusted subordinate, and an important member of the Empire in the future. You'll enjoy a life of unlimited riches and fame."

The flames reverted, pushing a white piece paper which had been floating in mid-air all this while towards Fang Xingjian, evidently wanting him to sign it.

Fang Xingjian's brows knitted, and he felt a surge of extreme evil in his heart. He asked, "Once I sign this, will there be any aftereffects?"

"Of course," First Prince George replied. "This is my job's speciality 'Devil's Note'.

"Its first requirement is that before you sign, I'll need to let you know of the consequences. Only then would would the signature take effect.

"The Devil's Note has a total of thirty-two pages. Each page can only have one signature.

"As long as you sign it, you must definitely be loyal to me from now on. Should you defy my orders, you will suffer a punishment of having all of your attributes reduced by half.

"Similarly, if I were to die of unnatural causes, your attributes will also be halved."

He stared at Fang Xingjian like the King of all gods, his eyes full of threat and temptation, saying, "As long as you sign on the Devil's Note, the Remains Divine Weapon will be just the beginning. I will get someone from the Imperial Capital to send you the royal family's secret concoction, the Dragon Blood Medicine. It would be enough to bring all your attributes to above 100 points before the Regional Selections, and also award you with the the ultimate specialty 'Dragon's Tenacity'.

"Although you are extremely gifted, your powers are still lacking. I will assign you twelve of my 'Hell Demon King' who have already gone through their second job transition.

"Haha, as long as you can make it through next year's Regional Selection, I can even gift you a portion of McDowell's remains, allowing you to become the strongest Conferred Knight.

"Of course, you may also reject my offer." Saying that, dense murderous intent oozed from the First Prince, and, without holding back his thoughts he continued saying, "But if you were to reject it, I can promise you that even though the Empire is enormous, there will be no place for you here."

Each time Griffin heard the First Prince's offer he would shudder, his eyes staring daggers at Fang Xingjian, so full of jealousy and envy that it seemed as though they would burst into flames at any moment.

When the First Prince promised to take out McDowell's remain in particular, Griffin's pupils had dilated and his breathing had turned urgent. In the whole Empire, how many Remains Divine Weapon which had been forged with a Divine Warrior's remains were there? Such Divine Weapons were rare indeed.

However, Fang Xingjian's brows had started to furrow when the First Prince mentioned the Devil's Note. When the First Prince finished his words, Fang Xingjian had already decided.

Looking at Griffin gradually stepping behind him, and feeling the increasing temperature of the First Prince's flaming head, the Ice Age Meditation Art circulated unceasingly in Fang Xingjian's consciousness, his thoughts becoming clearer and clearer.

'He comes with ill intentions.'

He watched as the First Prince and Griffin slowly cornered him from his front and back, feeling murderous intent recklessly hurled out from the two of them, and his brows furrowed deeper.

Fang Xingjian calmly said, "With such good conditions, of course I'll agree." With that, he slowly extended his finger and reached out towards the paper from the Devil's Note.

The First Prince nodded, letting out a satisfied grin. Griffin exhaled a sigh of relief. At least this Fang Xingjian was unlike other rigid minded ones. Being relieved, the muscles in his four limbs relaxed.

But in the next instant, Fang Xingjian's sent a tremendous amount of strength into his fingers, forming a sword with them as he jabbed the paper. With a light bang, the paper from the Devil's Note retreated. Fang Xingjian felt as if he had jabbed into granite. He had intended to just tear this page of the Devil's Note, but it seemed impossible for him to do so.

However, although the Devil's Note did not explode, the First Prince let out a loud cry of pain.

"You're courting death!" Flames erupted in the air, as if a bomb had exploded. The flames previously part of the First Prince's silhouette had turned into multifarious flaming streams, pouncing towards Fang Xingjian in waves smelling of sulfur.

Fang Xingjian had already fired up his physical strength right after his previous attack. He retreated at full speed, simultaneously slashing through the air with a chop. Suddenly, tens of Sword Qis appeared, tearing the atmosphere apart. Under Fang Xingjian's nimble control, they were like nimble serpents leaping into the air, slashing down on the First Prince's fire clone and on Griffin.

With a bang, the sword Qis that landed on the First Prince's fire clone were instantly shattered, after which the clone started relentlessly dashing after Fang Xingjian.

Sword Qis revolved around Fang Xingjian, his entire body charging towards the door as if it were a tornado. Griffin, who had secretly been guarding the door, threw a punch, releasing a violent force and giving rise to strong gales. It made a mess out of the flower vases and books in the room, blowing them all around. They had also cleanly broken through all the sword Qis that Fang Xingjian had sent towards him.

"Stop right there!" His five fingers stretched, Reduced Force Field fully activated, about to seal the door shut.

But how horrifying was Fang Xingjian's speed? Despite Griffin being a Master level character in the Royal Treasury, in terms of individual capabilities he was only in the mid-range amongst those who had gone through their first job transition.

Fang Xingjian pulled his sword from his sheath and slashed continuously, hundreds of Sword Qi surrounding his body like countless white dragons and rushing him out in sounds of thunder claps and the air blasts.

With a bang, just before Griffin's Reduced Force Field had fully sealed the door, Fang Xingjian broke through it, dashing out like a tornado.

At the same time, the flames chased after him out the door, while the page from the Devil's Note scuttled into the flames, causing a violent eruption. The flames expanded continuously at great speed, shaping the First Prince's whole body.

The human-like flame figure stood at four to five meters above the ground, looking towards Fang Xingjian hundreds of meters away, who, encompassed by sword Qis, was creating atmospheric dragons,.

Fang Xingjian stood still, staring into the eyes of the First Prince, his gaze cold, and without any fear or anxiety.

The First Prince's body of flames caused the air to tremble as he coldly stated, "Hmph, very well, I now value you even more.

"But I should warn you beforehand. Amongst those whom I have set my eyes on, there has been none who have been able to escape."

As he spoke, the flames from the fire clone once again surged seven to eight metres tall, as if the fire deity had descended onto the world. Even the surrounding plants and buildings were all emitting a faint green smoke.

"A genius like you must be under my control, or you will be a great threat to the Empire's rule.

"Today, I will let you have a look at my abilities, so that you'll give up and fully devote yourself to me."

However, right at this moment, two shadows - one in front and one behind - had surrounded the First Prince.

"George Krieg," Huang Lin gritted his teeth, "This place is not for you to act presumptuously. To recklessly attack a Knight of the Empire… Even if you are a prince, you'll have to be questioned by the Royal Knight Association."

The First Prince replied with disdain, "Every mountain and river in this world, every single living being is in my control! So what of a mere Knight? Let alone Fang Xingjian! Even if it's the Royal Knight Association, it'll eventually be within my grasp!

"But you, Huang Lin… We haven't met in many years. Let me assess whether your swordsman skills have improved..."

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Chapter 74 Falling Back

"George Krieg, you dare act with such impudence in my academy with a mere fire clone?"

The Headmaster, who had initially appeared to be a kind and friendly elderly man, suddenly frowned in fury. The muscles all over his body swelled up like a balloon, light gleaming from his eyes, as his aura started escalating at an astonishing speed.

It was the first time Fang Xingjian had seen him so furious. Others had told him that the Headmaster, a level 26, had completed the second transition to become a Tyrant Fist of the Azure Skies. His abilities were probably above Huang Lin's. However, this was the first time he had seen the Headmaster showcasing his prowess.

Many people were unable to level up for their second transition and got stuck at various levels instead. This was because after completing the second transition, they would need to devote an enormous amount of hard work and effort to reach each additional level. Fang Xingjian had yet to research this in detail.

Hearing the Headmaster's words, the First Prince could not help but furrow his brows, "Jackson, are you thinking of going against me as well?"

"Going against you?" The Headmaster frowned, his hair rising as he gave a cold laughter and said, "George, you come to my school and bully my student. Even if we were to bring this to his Majesty, I would not be afraid of confronting you!

"As for this fire clone of yours, you can just leave it here."

Before he even finished speaking, the Headmaster punched forward, instantly causing an explosion. The flames from the surface of the silhouette were blasted away, a large amount of sparks and ashes scattering all over. The First Prince cried out in pain and bellowed furiously, "Jackson! Who gave you the permission to assault a member of the royalty?!"

"Hahaha!" the Headmaster laughed boisterously. His fists opened and closed, like the main cannons on a battleship. With each punch, a thunderous sounds would ring out in the atmosphere, and cracks would appear on the ground. Huge sparks covered First Prince's fire clone, shattering it.

"If you had come in person, I obviously wouldn't have dared to assault a member of the royalty. However, since you thought sending a mere fire clone would be enough to suppress others, do you really consider that you are the same as your father or your Master?

"Let me tell you. Compared to your father and to your Master, regardless if it's in terms of receptiveness or abilities, they are hundreds of times better than you. If I were them, how could I not even tolerate a Windstorm Sword Hero?"

Before ending his sentence, Tyrant Fist of the Azure Skies' job specialty had already been fully activated. The Reduced Force Field expanded hundreds of meters outwards, and the First Prince felt the force of each punch through the Reduced Force Field.

The series of terrifying punching attacks akin to cannonballs, made the First Prince's fire clone unceasingly quiver, sparks flying in all directions.

"You old ignorant man… You are so impudent!" The First Prince's tone was cold and distant, and as his fire clone continued disintegrating, he suddenly unleashed an endless amount of flames and black smoke. A strong sulfuric smell spread in the air and all over the ground, as if a volcano had erupted.

The flames and the Headmaster's punches collided, occasional streams of air currents swirling out from the collision point. However, the First Prince managed to somehow block the Headmaster's attack.

But right at that moment, streams of cold light flashed in the air. Unknowingly, Huang Lin had appeared behind the First Prince. Flashes of sword light flared out, and swept across the fire clone's four limbs and waist.

Killing technique–Void Laceration Long Sword.

Wherever Huang Lin's longsword swept by, the sword force turned into light pillars, coagulating midair, and forming a sword cage which trapped the First Prince.

The fire clone's four limbs were slashed off. Originally, the flames would have been able to merge back together easily, but now they were blocked off by the sword force.

"Huang Lin… Jackson… do you guys really want to die?" The First Prince's face turned gloomy, the flames all over his body blazing even fiercer as they endlessly collided against the sword forces and the punches, creating loud thunderous sounds. However, facing the joint forces of the opponents, he was gradually suppressed.

While the three experts continued their battle, Griffin broke into a shrewd smile and dashed towards Fang Xingjian.

'Hmph, although this chap is very talented, he transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero only one month ago. I, on the other side, have completed the first transition twenty years ago. Even if I'm not that good at combat…'

As he said that, he appeared before Fang Xingjian, opening his hands letting Killing technique–Purgatory Hand–burst out.

Griffin's Purgatory Hand was a Killing technique mastered by gathering endless thermal powers, and forging all sorts of metals. This not only gave him indestructible hands, impossible to penetrate by blades and axes, but they could also produce a temperature higher than one thousand degrees. An ordinary person would simply die just from one touch.

His hands had only come as close as fifteen meters to Fang Xingjian, when the latter felt heat waves surging towards him, as if he were near a volcano's entrance.

The Ice Age Meditation Art continued to circulate. Facing the advancing Griffin, Fang Xingjian kept his cool.

'This old dude has completed the first transition. His attribute stats are unknown, his techniques are unknown, his specialties are unknown, his Killing techniques are unknown.

'Let's sound him out.'

A shrewd smile on his face, Griffin was just about to step into a ten meter range from Fang Xingjian, entering the cage of the Reduced Force Field. With a wave of the longsword in Fang Xingjian's hand, a whirlwind gushed out. A part of it charged towards Griffin like a tornado of blades, and another part retreated with him.

With a series of crisp clanking sounds, Griffin stopped the sword Qi tornado. It clashed against his hands, resonating with sounds of colliding metals.

"Chap, you better give in and not resist! The First Prince is broad-minded enough to take you in. If you continue being so stubborn, don't blame this old man for being vicious!"

Fang Xingjian gave a cold snort. He made a small crater on the ground with each step he took. The overbearing energy backlash propelled his body, and with the addition of the sword Qi tornado swirling unceasingly in the surroundings, he was now moving faster and faster.

He continued to move within a fifteen meter radius around Griffin, his speed as fast as a ghost's. Even though Griffin kept launching attacks, he was unable to get within ten meters of Fang Xingjian.

The ten meter radius was the area of effect where the Reduced Force Field reigned. There was no way that Fang Xingjian would allow him to take a single step near his opponent's Reduced Force Field while he was still unsure of the limits of his opponent's strength.

He glided around, the atmosphere surrounding his body. With the continuous slashes of his longsword, a series of white-colored sword Qis charged towards Griffin.

With a crisp bang, they were once again shattered. Griffin furiously yelled, "Youngster, do you only know how to dodge around like this?!"

Fang Xingjian did not pay any heed to his words, continuing to move at great speed, and creating numerous afterimages. His Ice Age Meditation Art circulated crazily, sizing up his opponents and analyzing information.

'After continuously fending off sixteen sword Qis, his hands have started to tremble a little.

'Each time he shattered two sword Qis, he needed to switch hands and take a break.

'He is panting.

'His reactions are getting slower, his speed as well.

'This fellow's strength should be about 70 points, and if I were to use the Reduced Force Field, he won't be able to accurately grasp where I am…"

On the other hand, Griffin was increasingly shocked. He could only see Fang Xingjian being encompassed by many sword Qis, and no matter if it was the speed of his movement or the speed of his sword attacks, both were like a raging storm. He was less and less able to figure out his opponent's movements.

Another ten or more rays of sword Qi slashed through the air, slashing towards Griffin with loud shrieks. Griffin tried to fend them off in panic, but some of the sword Qis suddenly curved midway, swept past his neck and made bleeding slits, nearly making him die of fright.

'Darn it! Did this fellow start sword practice when he was a fetus?' Griffin let out a deep holler, "Fang Xingjian! I'm giving you a way out on the account of your extraordinary talent! You better give working under the First Prince some thought! Don't choose the wrong route!"

Saying that, he let out a loud bellow, and his Reduced Force Field became like an air explosive, smashing away the sword Qis in the surrounding in but a moment. He dashed in the direction of the First Prince like a cheetah.

'Hmph.' Fang Xingjian threw a cold look at the escaping Griffin. After quickly testing him out, he had seen through his opponent's abilities.

'He appears to be strong but is actually weak. Too weak to stand a fight. It's true that as a master in forging Divine Weapons, he's weak in combat.'

Fang Xingjian's feet stomped hard into the ground, making thunderous sounds. As debris flew in all directions, the longsword swept out, and numerous atmosphere dragons swirled as they wrapped around him.

Whizz!

The air resonated like a shrieking demoness, the atmosphere trembling as if it had gone crazy. Griffin turned his head to see a longsword with a cold gleam only three inches away from his forehead, giving him such a fright that his pupils immediately shrunk to the size of a needle's tip.

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Chapter 75 Retreat In Defeat

'How could he be so fast?

'How could he be so fast?'

Too many emotions – shock, astonishment, nervousness and many others flashed through his mind. But during the short time in which Fang Xingjian had thrust his sword out, Griffin was given no time to process all the emotions he was feeling before throwing out the Reduced Force Field by reflex.

At this most important moment, Griffin performed the most simple and basic life saving technique of every first transitioned Knight.

With Griffin as the center, raging energy shot out in all directions, and circles of ripples seemed to discharge from his body into the air. They were a type of explosive impact waves which formed when the air was pushed out in layers by the Reduced Force Field.

The air currents gushed forth, and Fang Xingjian felt as if the air in the surroundings seemed to suddenly turn very thick as the Reduced Forced Field caged around him. It made him feel as if he had suddenly been teleported deep down in the sea.

However, half of Griffin's strength was obviously not enough to stop Fang Xingjian's charge. Fang Xingjian went against the impact of the Reduced Force Field as his longsword inched closer and closer to Griffin.

The time between the explosion of the force field and Fang Xingjian's sword thrust had been far too short. Just as Griffin's brain received the signal from his nerves and truly started to feel terror, anxiety and panic, the longsword arrived half an inch away from his forehead.

Finally, under stress from Fang Xingjian's physical strength, the air pressure in surroundings, and the pressure from Griffin's force field, the longsword could not handle the impact from the three sources. Just a moment before the sword pierced into Griffin, with a crisp bang it shattered into tens of pieces which shot out in every direction.

Owhhhh!

Griffin wailed loudly. One of his eyeballs had been pierced by the pieces, and blood was gushing out from his eye socket. Frantically, he ran for his life like an injured wild beast.

The speed of Fang Xingjian's attack had been too fast. Only now did Griffin's brain finally react to it. His whole mind was filled to the brim with the fear and terror of almost being killed.

Fang Xingjian stood there unmoving, looking coldly at Griffin's silhouette as the latter frantically made his escape. Fang Xingjian only looked but did not chase him. Once his longsword had shattered, he had lost the effect from the specialty 'Single Sword World Subjugation', and his powers had now been reduced to less than half of what they were before.

More importantly, he had seen a streak of ember sparks surging into the skies. He did not know what secret technique the First Prince had performed, but the fire clone had charged through Huang Lin's and the Headmaster's trap, had grabbed Griffin and dashed away. In but a moment, the two of them had disappeared.

"Huang Lin, Jackson, I shall remember what happened today. We'll meet again at the Association's trial."

Huang Lin was looking at the First Prince's disappearing silhouette, his gaze filled with killing intent.

Headmaster Jackson who, at the side, seemed to have gone back to the kind and amiable old grandfather persona, shaking his head while saying, "This fellow's mastery of the Purgatory Demonic Compendium has improved. To think that a clone alone is able to escape from our joint efforts!"

Huang Lin coldly said, "That isn't just any clone, but one of the clones from his thirty-two paged Devil's Note. There's a total of thirty-two pages in the Devil's Note, and each can be used to create an extraordinary clone which would not only have the power to control the person who signs on it, but it would also have 10% of the powers of the First Prince himself."

"Is it that powerful?" Fang Xingjian's eyes narrowed as he asked, "What is the First Prince's second transition job? Is this specialty alone so unbelievably powerful?"

Jackson laughed bitterly and said, "That is one of the secret second transition jobs in the Ancient Path of Hell, Demon Overlord. If he himself were to come today, or send a few more clones together with the people he has a contract with, we would be the ones who'd need to run."

Huang Lin added, "Xingjian, you've always felt that the Empire is the strongest faction in the world. Then do you know that the Empire's first generation King was the Sovereign of the Ancient Path of Hell back then?

"The Ancient Path of Hell is the faction that the royal family belongs to. They choose the two most outstanding princes from each generation, one to inherit the throne, the other to become the Sovereign of the Ancient Path of Hell, and to pass on the legacy.

"The First Prince is considered the next successor to the throne from this generation. Even with the Empire's rich resources, it can only nurture one Demon Overlord each generation.

"The Killing technique that he practices – Purgatory Demonic Compendium – is one of the secret legacies of the Ancient Path of Hell, one which harbors the most ancient secrets of Heaven and Earth."

Fang Xingjian's eyes gleamed, as if he were secretly contemplating something after hearing Huang Lin's words.

The Headmaster consoled him, "But, Xingjian. There's no need for you to worry. There's still the Royal Knight Association, in charge of all the Knights in the Empire, and George Krieg won't be able to seize control of everything in the Empire. Moreover, both Huang Lin and myself are have quite the reputation. Since he has failed this time, he won't have the face to look for you or trouble you personally, at least before the Regional Selection. As for any minor underhanded tricks… We'll deal with them for you."

'So it's true that there's a formidable character supporting the Headmaster and teacher as well? That's right, since they have already become Conferred Knights, how would it be possible for them not have any backing?' Fang Xingjian sighed to himself and then said, "Then I'll go for my practice now. I have yet to finish today's assignments."

"Mmmm, go ahead." Huang Lin looked at Fang Xingjian and said, gratified, "I saw your battle with Griffin earlier. Although he isn't strong in combat, it's already been many years since he underwent the first transition. Being able to defeat him shows that your progress in this one month is simply amazing.

"With regards to the weapon, there's no need for you to worry. The Headmaster and I will think of something. You can take your leave first."

Fang Xingjian nodded and left. He looked at the broken sword in his hand, fully understanding the fact that his powers were now being restricted by the weapons he used. In fact, if not for the fact that the longsword had been unable to withstand his strength and agility, he would have killed Griffin with one sword strike.

Looking at Fang Xingjian's departing silhouette, Huang Lin coldly said, "Their dog paws have reached out too soon. No matter how fast Xingjian's progress is, it's impossible for only us and himself to fend them off. If we'd been just one step too late, and Xingjian had been forced to sign the Devil's Note..."

The Headmaster nodded and let out a sigh, "Then it's about time for us to contact that person. It's just that after he returned from his studies abroad, he has been moving around and it's hard to track his current location. It'll probably be hard for us to find him within a short timeframe."

"He isn't the only one we have to get in contact with," Huang Lin said. "To think that the Weaponry has also fallen into the First Prince's grasp... We'll need to think of another way to get Fang Xingjian a weapon."

On the other hand, the First Prince's fire clone had made its escape while carrying Griffin. Within a few minutes' time, they were already more than ten kilometers away.

The two of them landed with a loud thud on the ground. Griffin covered his eyes, yelling furiously, "That rascal, that rascal! I am going to kill him!"

"Shut up!" the First Prince coldly commanded. Looking at Griffin, who had fallen on the ground, he was starting to feel slightly impatient. The other party was definitely good at forging weapons and Divine Weapons, but in combat he was no more than a huge burden.

The First Prince's fire clone started contracting, and in a blink of an eye he turned into a one meter tall young kid. He angrily thought to himself, 'To think that this Huang Lin and Jackson harmed my clone's vitality this much...

'Hmm, but that Fang Xingjian's potential is really not something to be underestimated. To think that he is able to defeat Griffin despite only having transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero one month ago! If that's the case, I definitely cannot let him fall into someone else's hands.

'The Weaponry, the Path of Hell, the Imperial Capital and the northern troops all are in urgent need of manpower. However, if Fang Xingjian continues progressing at this rate, he'll become a great threat. I can't leave this be.

'Such a talent must only be under my control!'

The First Prince's ember eyes narrowed, shining like two sparkles floating in the air.

At that moment, a silhouette dashed out of the forest. It was Kaunitz, who was avoiding the people from the academy, and who had came to this area to practice his sword techniques. The injuries on his skull had just recovered but he did not dare to show his face in the academy, and so he was training alone in the vicinity.

Earlier, he had seen fiery sparks flying into the sky, so he had rushed over to see what was happening.

Seeing Kaunitz suddenly appear, the embers from the First Prince's clones jumped ever so slightly as he suddenly broke into laughter.

He recognized the other party, since it was one of the countless candidates whom he was considering to establish a contract with through his Devil's Note.

"Tresia's youngster. As long as you're willing to give up your freedom and sign a contract with me, I'll grant you an endless amount of power to be able to stamp down on Fang Xingjian."

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Chapter 76 Competition

While the battle of the First Prince versus the Headmaster and Huang Lin was extremely awesome, from the beginning to the end, the speed at which they fought at was too fast, such that no one in the school had noticed anything wrong.

Furthermore, just when the Headmaster returned to his office, he discovered that the librarian, Manny, who had helped Fang Xingjian previously, was already standing there waiting for him since god knows when.

The Headmaster asked, "Why have you thought of visiting me?"

"Old man, I've been watching Fang Xingjian ever since the beginning." Manny no longer had that flippant and insincere attitude that he usually adopted. His tone was serious, his face was solemn, and his eyes reflected the gaze of one who had been through alot in life.

"An ordinary commoner, who depended on his own talent and efforts, taking steps forward one step at a time.

"I watched as he cultivated over 20 hours per day.

"Watched as he endured the supercilious looks and ridicule from others.

"Watched as he transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero.

"Watched as he trashed that Griffin until he scampered off like a rat.

"I feel that I can no longer continued to be so dispirited."

Headmaster Jackson's gaze was overcome by emotions, as he stared at his son, saying, "Manny, to think that… ever since you failed the Regional Selection over ten years ago, you have been dispirited till today. To think that you would be encouraged by Fang Xingjian, and have decided to pick yourself up and rise once again."

Manny's countenance was calm, "It's still too early to talk about rising again. My talent can only be considered mediocre when compared to those true freaks. But seeing how even the youngsters today are putting in so much effort, I don't wish to let myself continue to sink into depression. Old man, from now on, I want to spend some time to recover. You should get someone else to take over the job in the library."

"Good, good, good." Headmaster Jackson's face was filled with smiles. "As long as you don't continue to stay demoralized, you can do whatever you want." At this moment, the great expert who had put up such a strong fight against the First Prince earlier had now abruptly turned into an old neighbourly uncle who doted upon his son.

That night, Fang Xingjian sat down crossed legged in a quiet room in his villa. While he was circulating the Waves throughout his entire body, he was also circulating the Ice Age Meditation Art at full power within his mind, unceasingly increasing the experience for his mental cultivation method.

His mind was filled with calmness and cold, as he thought about everything that had happened today unceasingly.

After a full two hours, he opened his eyes as he exhaled a mouthful of impure air.

'The rate at which my mental cultivation method is leveling up is too slow.

'With the feelings of injustice in my heart, it's hard to calm my thoughts.'

Fang Xingjian knew that the reason why the progress for his mental cultivation method was slow was because of that old hag Rebecca from the Tresia Clan as well as that First Prince, causing his mind to be filled with endless distracting thoughts. Yet he had no way of eradicating all those thoughts completely.

He then contemplated on how he should proceed with his cultivation.

He was only left with four years and two months out of his lifespan of five years, and was eight months away from the next Regional Selection.

With regards to his weapon, Huang Lin and the Headmaster were already trying to work something out, so he did not have to concern himself about it.

Now, for him, other than the mental cultivation method as well as the Killing techniques, he would be continuously cultivating his other techniques for twenty-four hours a day.

While his Supreme Mistwind Sword of the Killing Path had already reached level 18, he believed that he would only need a few more days to bring it to level 20. Even if level 20 was not the maximum level, he would still be able to reach the maximum level in less than a month. If that was the case, it was time for him to come up with a new training plan.

'Teacher told me not to level up first. This is the right strategy to take. Each increase in level for the Windshadow Sword Divinity would provide an increase of 11 points to the agility attribute. If I leveled from level 10 to level 19, it would provide me with an increase of 99 points in agility, raising my speed to an extremely horrifying level.

'But if that's the case, if I continue to increase my agility attribute, if it exceeds 180 points, then for each additional point, I would need to expend over 180,000 potential points, as compared to now, with my agility at over 70 points, I only require 70,000 potential points to increase 1 point for my agility.'

However, it was obvious that Fang Xingjian would not continue to drag on and not level up. Although Huang Lin had wanted him to wait for a year or two, Fang Xingjian knew his own condition very well. He was only left with four years and two months, and to level from level 10 to level 19, it would take ordinary Knights an average of one year.

Fang Xingjian gave himself half a year's time to reach level 19. In that case, if he wished to reach level 19 before the Regional Selection next year, he would need to work hard to level up two months later.

'There's only two months left for me to be raise my attributes by using a lower amount of potential points. After two months, I'll go all out to level up, reaching level 19 of the first transition before the Regional Selection.

'Then… I'll need to think of ways to accumulate even more potential everyday.

'Although my current potential accumulation rate is already over ten times more than that of ordinary humans, it is still too little for two months.

'But I've already learnt the all the Nurturing techniques the academy has to offer. If I want to learn new Nurturing techniques which does not overlap with my current ones to increase my potential, I will need to learn from other places…'

Just as Fang Jianxing was contemplating, his ears trembled slightly, and he heard a subtle vibration in the air.

Supreme Mistwind Sword was a sword technique which controlled the airflow through the sword technique itself, thus Fang Xingjian's control over the airflow was exceptionally precise. He slightly exerted strength using his feet, his whole person seemingly floated up gently, as if he had become weightless. After which, with a flicker, he disappeared from the secret room.

Outside the villa, Jack and Anthony knocked on the door. Upon seeing the maid who had opened the door, Jack hurriedly stated, "We are looking for Fang Xingjian, it's urgent."

"But Sir is currently cultivating in his secret room." The female servant timidly replied, "Lord Huang Lin had instructed, when Sir is cultivating, no one is to disturb him."

"But it's really urgent! Do you know that tomorrow is the deadline to register for the inter-class competition? Kaunitz hasn't been coming to the academy for a whole month and it's said that he's about to be expelled.

"There's only eight of us participating in the competition. We were already ranked last in last month's competition. If we're participating with only the eight of us, we'll still be eliminated in the first round! Do you know how terrible the punishments for the classes ranked in the last three are?

"Not only would our allowance be deducted, our cultivation resources would diminish too. Not forgetting that these rankings will be reported back to the Empire!"

If the results were reported to the Empire, they would naturally be recorded in the archives maintained by Knight Association and would be of tremendous influence to every Knight's' future. Moreover, to the aristocrats, if their resources were diminished, all they had to do was to get more from their clans. However, to Jack and Anthony, it was a great disadvantage.

On the contrary, if one achieved good results in the inter-class competition, not only could they receive even more resources, they would also receive more attention from all the various important characters.

But of course, because of the difference in the amount of time they had spent in their first transition, it was extremely tough for junior classes to defeat senior classes. Most of them would thus aim at defeating classes who were closer to theirs, or hope to have a breathtaking performance when fighting against senior classes.

And now, Fang Xingjian's Class 256 was without Fang Xingjian and Kaunitz, considering that they lose out in numbers and were young, their performance was naturally unbearable to watch.

"Enough." Anthony gazed at the timid maid as he patted Jack and said softly, "We don't have really have to meet Xingjian, but after he is done with his training, could we trouble you to let him know that we had came to look for him?"

"Mmm… okay… I will inform Sir." The maid nodded, saying seriously.

At that very moment, the three of them simultaneously felt a whirlwind swept by, accompanied by white-colored sword Qis dissipating into the air as Fang Xingjian gently descended down from the skies, appearing before the three of them.

Fang Xingjian indifferently asked, "Inter-class competition?"

"That's right, Xingjian." Seeing Fang Xingjian, Jack immediately got agitated. "The first inter-class competition was one month after the first transition, and we had just learnt Killing techniques. Even the students one year more senior than us had a year more training than us. There was no way we were able to defeat them and thus we were eliminated just after the first round.

"You've transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero. For the upcoming inter-class competition, you must definitely participate together with us and teach those b*stards a lesson."

Anthony added, "Xingjian, if you are busy, it's fine even if you don't come. I heard from Lord Huang Lin that you are at the critical phase of your cultivation."

"Inter-class competition? Sparring with other students?" Fang Xingjian rubbed his chin, thinking to himself, 'Every student in this academy came from different places and learnt Nurturing techniques from all various factions and schools. If I can make use of this opportunity to steal their sword arts while sparring with them, I'll be able to accumulate even more potential daily.

'But they would usually only use Killing techniques in battle… I have to think of some other ways.'

Thinking of this, Fang Xingjian's eyes narrowed. He stared at the two in front of him who were filled with anticipation. "Teacher did indeed tell me to focus on my cultivation and ignore the other matters in the academy. However, I've achieved some progress in my Killing technique and it's indeed the time to test it out through actual combat.

"I will participate in the upcoming inter-class competition this time."

"Excellent!" Jack laughed uproariously, "The other time, we were bullied badly by those old fellows. Xingjian, you'll have to help us teach them a lesson this time around. Hahahaha, you are our class's trump card now."

Anthony reminded, "How could it be so simple? Those senior students are all people who have been training here for one to two years, five to six years, or even seven to eight years. There are also those who, like Xingjian, were the Prefectural Champions. Many of them had already reached level 19 in the first transition, and some of them have even participated in the Regional Selection before. Their strength is absolutely not be underestimated."

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Chapter 77 Drawing Lots

At Anthony's reminder, Fang Xingjian nodded and said, "I know. Count me in for this inter-class competition."

He had just finished speaking when a strong gust of wind swept by. Fang Xingjian's silhouette started fading, dissipating right in front of everyone.

Jack swallowed and said, "Xingjian's speed has gotten increasingly swift and elusive."

Anthony smiled and said, "Isn't that even better? Although Kaunitz hasn't come this time, with Xingjian around, we should be able to hang on for a few more rounds, right?"

Both knew that Fang Xingjian was very strong, that his Windstorm Sword Hero job was overwhelming, and that his talent was even stronger. However, they did not even think of the possibility that Fang Xingjian would be able to defeat those Knights who were at the pinnacle after having trained in the academy for five to six years, or maybe even seven to eight years.

Fang Xingjian had long returned to the training room and started his cultivation for the Supreme Mistwind Sword. Since he had a few days before the start of the inter-class competition, he needed to make the most of his time, cultivating his Killing techniques and trying his best to bring the Supreme Mistwind Sword to level 20 before the competition. He was wondering what additional effects he would be gain.

The next day, news of Fang Xingjian signing up for the inter-class competition had spread throughout the whole Knight Academy. Countless people were secretly anticipating Fang Xingjian's display of his prowess, the one who had transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero.

In Class 252, there were still ten people who had undergone training four years before Fang Xingjian.

A blonde guy with fair skin and a big build laughed, saying, "To think that Fang Xingjian would take part in the competition.

"He's been treated like a precious treasure by the Headmaster and was even given additional leave. Even the Knight Association has approved of it.

"I thought that he'd be training behind closed doors for the next year."

This was the Class 252's Prefectural Champion, Renault, from Kirst Aristocrat Academy.

Renault leaned back on the chair, carefree. A few other Knights who were also aristocrats were sitting behind and in front of him. The commoner Knights in their batch, on the other hand, were busy running about and serving them.

Renault had directed his words towards a gentle reserved man. It was the man who had crossed a few blows with Kaunitz on the day of the Prefectural Selection, another Knight who had come from Tresia Academy.

Renault looked at the gentle reserved man and said, "Xiu Yi, this Fang Xingjian can be considered Tresia's enemy. Hehe, do you want to teach him a good lesson before he manages to progress any further?

"I heard that Kaunitz is now hiding at home, not even daring to take a step out. Since he's not reporting to the academy, won't he be expelled soon?"

"You don't have to worry about Kaunitz. His strength has been recognized by someone important, and he's received special approval from the Imperial Capital. He's exempt from the daily training in the academy so that he can go through special training," replied Xiu Yi, the gentle reserved man. "As for Fang Xingjian, he's only transitioned a month ago. It's only natural that I'd defeat him. It wouldn't be considered teaching him a lesson in the least.

"Moreover, whether we will face them is still up to the group distribution."

The Knight Academy had a total of nine classes at the moment. For the first round, the inter-class competition split the classes into three groups through drawing lots. Each group would be put through a round robin tournament, having to compete for two rounds. A win would get them 3 points, a draw 1 point, and a loss no points.

In each group, the class in last place would be eliminated, and when there was a tie, the time spent on the matches and the number of participants eliminated in each team would be taken into consideration as well.

Six teams would be left, out of which the top two teams would enter the finals directly, to compete in the semi-finals.

The other four teams would go through an elimination round, and thereafter, the two victorious teams would then face the top two teams, to earn a spot in the finals.

Hearing Xiu Yi's words, although Renault was extremely curious as to whose attention had Kaunitz manage to draw, and how important was this person, that he could afford to get the Imperial Capital to give an order that interfered with the academy policy, he knew well that Xiu Yi would definitely not divulge this information.

Therefore, he smiled and said, "Class 256 is too weak. All of them are merely beginners who have barely transitioned one or two months ago.

"But Fang Xingjian is a Windstorm Sword Hero. Although he's still very weak, since he's only transitioned a month ago, if he's lucky he might be able to get through the first round and enter the semi-finals..."

While Renault was analyzing this casually, a black-haired middle-aged man ran over to him. His face was heavily marked by time, his skin tanned, and although he was wearing a Knight attire, his head stayed low, and his body bent, making a very grotesque picture.

This was a commoner Knight originating from the lower levels of society.

He ran in and immediately bowed towards Renault and the other aristocrats, saying, "Young Master Renault, the results of the draw are out. Our class, Class 252, is grouped together with Class 256 and Class 253."

"Class 256?" Renault's eyes lit up. "Isn't that Fang Xingjian's class?

"Hehe, the commoners from that class are all very arrogant. This time, I'll be able to teach them a good lesson."

As he said this, he turned towards Xiu Yi, adding, "Xiu Yi, you can also take revenge for Tresia Academy.

"Although you cannot kill Xingjian, it should be nothing for you to break a few of his bones."

Xiu Yi calmly replied, "Are you not afraid to offend this future Divine level expert?"

"Hmph, it's not that easy to attain the Divine level.

"If we were to fret over each and every guy who might reach the Divine level in the future, we wouldn't even battle any more." Renault smiled in disdain as he said, "Moreover, he's participating after having cultivated by himself for only a month. If we don't teach him a good lesson, are we going to tie up our hands and let him have the win?

"If we face him now, it's only natural and logical for us to win.

"How is that offending?"

Xiu Yi replied in disdain, "You're scared." Looking at the other classmates who also had unnatural expressions, Xiu Yi's expression turned even more gloomy as he coldly said, "I know that none you want to risk offending a Windstorm Sword Hero. If that's the case, during the competition, leave him to me."

On the other hand, Class 256, which Fang Xingjian belonged to, was full of sighs and laments.

"How could it turn out like this?!" Jack grabbed his head and shouted loudly, "Class 252 (The class which Renault and Xiu Yi were in) has been training in the academy for a full four years! It'll be too hard to win against them!"

"Why didn't we get Class 255 and 254, who trained for only one or two years more than us!"

Anthony analyzed the situation and said, "It'll be very hard for us to beat Class 252.

"Now, whether we can breakthrough depends on whether we can defeat those from Class 253."

"How?"

"What do we have against them?" In another corner of the classroom, Barbara looked at the two of them in disdain and said, "Class 253 came to this academy three years earlier than us, which means that they completed the transition three years earlier than us, they cultivated the Waves for three more years, and were also trained in Killing techniques for three more years!

"We lost Kaunitz, and the two of you are just burdens.

"I think we can only wait till next year to bully the new students."

Her tone was filled with despise. It was clear that she looked down on commoner Knights.

Jack retorted, "But this time, Xingjian is going to participate. He is a Windstorm Sword Hero with unparalleled speed. With him around, we'll have a chance of winning."

"So what if he's a Windstorm Sword Hero?" Barbara yelled out. "It's only been one month since he's completed his transition. One month, do you understand?!

"He has only been practicing Killing techniques for one month. How strong could he get in just one month's time?

"Even if he has unparalleled talent and would be able to defeat one or two of them, there are still ten people we're up against! We're have one less person on our side, and don't forget that the two of you are nothing but burdens. Even if he's made of steel, how many can he fend off?"

Jack's face flushed with anger. Although he wanted to retort, thinking of how his weak abilities were a burden to the class, he couldn't think of anything to say.

However, he immediately reacted, pointing at Barbara and saying, "Then, are you able to?

"Are you able to defeat those Knights from Class 253?"

Barbara let out a cold laugh and said, "I still have a better chance to win than those two commoners who are the weakest in their class." As she said this, her gaze swept past Jack and Anthony, making what she was hinting was obvious.

She then continued to tease, saying, "And, not only are we unable to win against Class 252, but the one their second year was also Kaunitz's senior back in Tresia Academy. Hehe, you guys better tell Fang Xingjian to be careful."

"Alright, stop quarreling."

"That's enough, let's go."

Just as their bickering was getting more and more agitated, Anthony grabbed onto Jack while Ferdinand grabbed onto Barbara.

But before they left, Barbara still looked at Jack with much discontent, saying, "Tell Fang Xingjian that although he is strong, the inter-class competition isn't just about him. Get him to listen to the commands and tell him not to try anything funny."

"Alright, Barbara, that's enough." Ferdinand spoke up, saying, "I'm sorry, but we'll still have to trouble you to let Fang Xingjian know that on the day of the competition we'll need to work together to be able to win.

"Him not participating in any of the class activities is also not exactly good."

Seeing that the few aristocrats had left, Jack furiously said, "These aristocrats!

"They're just relying on the fact that they have more people." There are five aristocrats in Class 256, and even if Kaunitz wasn't around, we'd still have to face the other four aristocrats who are more than sufficiently strong, and who would usually be the ones to call the shots.

Anthony patted him on the shoulder and said, "What do you expect? This is how the world runs. You still haven't gotten used to it yet?"

Just as the two were chatting, Robert (Tyrant Fist Dojo's head, who had completed the first transition before participating in the Prefectural Selection) walked over, cupped his hands towards the two of them and said, "Please tell Fang Xingjian that I, Robert, am willing to listen to his commands during the inter-class competition."

After saying this, he did not wait for the two of them to reply and immediately left.

Jack and Anthony looked at each other in surprise, speechless. After a few seconds, Anthony spoke out, as if deep in thought, "To think that Robert is giving in..."

With an envious expression, Jack said, "This is the charm of a Windstorm Sword Hero."

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Chapter 78 Start

A few days later, the first day of the inter-class competition.

Fang Xingjian stopped training for a while. Looking at the level 20 Supreme Mistwind Sword, he let out a deep breath.

'I've finally succeeded.'

What gave Fang Xingjian satisfaction was that at level 20, the Supreme Mistwind Sword was still not at its maximum level. Apart from the three feet long sword-light, he had gained another level 20 special ability.

Level 20 Supreme Mistwind Sword: the practitioner's comprehension of sword arts and air currents reaches the pinnacle; not only is he able to create various types of sword Qis, but he can also control Qis through the sword, and the sword through Qis.

The academy's inter-class competition was held in a valley over ten kilometers away, to the east of the academy.

The whole valley ran from the north to the south and was two kilometers long, one kilometer wide, with cliffs over a hundred meters tall. Wild grass and various plants flourished in the valley, and countless small-sized ferocious beasts roamed through it.

Right now, many people had picked out the best spots on the cliffs, peering over at the battle grounds in the valley.

There were four days until the inter-class competition. For the first two days, the competition would be held within the three groups, each class participating in one round each day.

On the third and fourth days were the elimination rounds, where the first two classes would directly advance to the semi-finals, while the third, fourth, fifth and sixth would go through two other competition rounds. The two teams with the higher scores would then compete in the finals with the first two teams.

The finals would be held on the fifth day.

For each round, the two teams would enter from the extreme north and south respectively. A small fortress would be placed near the entrance from where each team came in, and the team which took over the other team's fortress would win.

And if both teams were unable to take down the opponent's fortress after two hours, the match would be considered a draw.

The only condition for capturing the fortress was to ensure that there was no one from the opposing team in the whole fortress who would be able to fight back.

Such a competition was full of hostility, but since they were all Knights conferred by the Empire, they were forbidden to deploy deadly attacks throughout the course of the competition, which was focused more towards sparring.

But even so, each year, there would be Knights who suffered from serious injuries during the competition, and a few even lost their lives once every few years. After all, weapons did not have eyes, and it was impossible to completely avoid such problems. Moreover, in order to mirror the effects of an actual combat, risks are inevitable. And if Knights who were cultivating Killing techniques wished to improve, experiencing real combat was a necessity.

In today's first round of competition, it was Fang Xingjian's Class 256 competing against Class 253, who were three years ahead of them in training.

Because it was tougher for them to win against Class 252, which Renault and Xiu Yi were in, most people thought that whether they could advance in the group competition lay in defeating Class 253.

Jack, Anthony, Barbara, Ferdinand and the others had long entered the stage and were standing before the fortress at the southern end, looking anxiously towards the entrance.

Barbara frowned and said, "Kaunitz made it clear that he would not be coming, but what is the deal with Fang Xingjian?

"There are only three minutes left before the round starts, why is he not here yet?"

"Don't worry, he's definitely coming," Anthony said with confidence, but he was also looking towards the entrance.

Just as everyone was waiting anxiously, clinking and clanking sounds of metallic objects knocking against each other started coming from the direction of the entrance. It sounded as if there were countless metallic items knocking against each other, and as if the sound was coming from very far away.

"What sound is that?"

"Is Fang Xingjian here?"

Under everyone's scrutiny, Fang Xingjian walked out of the tunnel, carrying an enormous bamboo basket on his back. There were thirty or more metallic longswords in the bamboo basket, constantly shaking as Fang Xingjian walked, clashing against each other and resounding with crisp clangs.

Barbara frowned and asked, "What is this guy up to?"

Ferdinand also looked at Fang Xingjian, puzzled.

Zhou Yong and Carter felt troubled when they saw Fang Xingjian. Without Kaunitz supporting them, they were really afraid that Fang Xingjian would take it out on them. After all, there had been many times when they deliberately spoke ill of Fang Xingjian.

Jack ran up, looking at Fang Xingjian's stack of swords in the bamboo basket, asked curiously, "Why did you bring along so many swords?"

"One is not enough." Fang Xingjian swept a glance over the crowd. Barbara and the others broke out in sweat, feeling as if the edge of a sword had swept across their necks.

'This fellow!' Ferdinand felt frightened, and looking at Fang Xingjian's poker face, he thought to himself, 'This fellow's sword arts are getting increasingly horrifying.'

He gave it some thought and decided to walk up, his hands cupped together as he said, "Fang Xingjian, we had some disagreements previously, but they were all just misunderstandings. I hope that we can put them aside and work hard together for the Regional Selection."

As he said this, he took out a square box the size of a palm from his pocket and placed it in Fang Xingjian's hand.

Fang Xingjian received the box and opened it to find a few gold bars inside. He roughly estimated that it was about fifty gold.

Fang Xingjian nodded, held it casually and said, "Alright. I know."

Behind Ferdinand, Barbara shouted out in frustration, "Ferdinand!

"What are you doing?!"

Ferdinand impatiently said, "We never had any major disagreements with Fang Xingjian in the first place. In the past, we only took into consideration our relationship with Kaunitz, but now that Kaunitz is gone, I don't see what you're hanging on to."

Barbara was so angry that she stomped her feet. Robert and Boris, who belonged to the faction of the hands-on martial arts, also headed towards Fang Xingjian.

Robert took the lead and said, "Xingjian, let us know what to do in the competition. We'll listen to you." Robert smiled intimately as he looked at Fang Xingjian, letting go of his previous arrogance.

Carter and Zhou Yong wanted to go over and apologize as well, but they could not put down their pride like Robert did. As a result, they were at a loss.

Seeing this, Barbara's fury flared up, "What are all you guys doing?!

"Just because he has transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero, you're all going to suck up to him?"

Ferdinand's face fell. The way Barbara put it, he had also been scolded. He coldly replied, "Barbara, do you think before you talk?

"Or do you just randomly bite everyone you see?"

Seeing how Robert, Ferdinand, Boris, Zhou Yong and Carter were all staring at her, Barbara lost some of her spirit, but her expression still held fury. She took in a deep breath and said, "Fang Xingjian, don't think I'll listen to you just because you've transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero. I, Barbara, am not like some people who would sacrifice my principles for the sake of profit, bending down to those with influential power.

"Don't think that I'll listen to you in this competition!"

Fang Xingjian did not say a word. He did not wish to bother with Barbara's opinion. He walked to a spot one hundred meters away from the fortress and stuck the longswords from the bamboo basket into the ground.

"The few of you, listen up! Later, in the competition..."

As he spoke, he moved about at great speed, and the longswords all pierced the ground at lightning speed, each of them about one to two meters apart. In the blink of an eye, they were all connected into a line, laid out in front of the fortress.

"I alone will be enough..." Fang Xingjian pointed to the sword circle formed from the longswords, saying, "All of you stay behind this line. I'll beat up whoever steps out."

"Fang Xingjian!" Barbara shouted out. "What crazy things are you talking about?"

The others' expressions had also turned grim. By suggesting this, Fang Xingjian was obviously looking down on them.

Ferdinand also said with a gloomy look on his face, "Fang Xingjian, we know you are very strong. But by doing this, you're being overly insulting."

"It doesn't matter if you guys don't listen." Fang Xingjian shook his head, waving his hand towards the others, and smiled. "I'll eliminate you guys first, then go for the competition." The reason why Fang Xingjian wanted to this was because only then would he be able to control the competition's rhythm by himself, having plenty of time to spar with each and every opponent, and secretly learning the sword arts in plain sight during the combat.

As he said this, the mental cultivation method circulated even more smoothly in his consciousness, as if he had broken through another great hurdle.

At the same time, his eyes gleamed, as if streaks of sword light flashed in them, especially when he was staring at Zhou Yong, the only other person in Class 256 who specialized in sword arts. He had the gaze of a starving wolf.

Fang Xingjian still remembered that there were a couple of Tresia Academy's Nurturing sword techniques which he had yet to learn from Kaunitz.

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Chapter 79 Bet

On the more than a hundred meters high clifftops, Headmaster Jackson and Huang Lin were standing side by side, observing the competition together with Kirst's City Lord, the Finance Minister, the Tax Minister and other characters with important standing in Kirst.

They had all been invited to view this month's inter-class competition of the Knight Academy.

Kirst's City Lord was a shrewd, experienced middle-aged man. He smiled at Headmaster Jackson and said, "Congratulations, Headmaster, for taking in such a good student. He is the fourth Windstorm Sword Hero since the beginnings of the Empire. It goes to show how much influence and credit Headmaster has in training the younger generations of our Kirst. I heard that His Majesty had also gave you much praise in the Imperial Capital."

Jackson, all smiles, replied, "It's all thanks to His Majesty's great ruling. I'm only sharing his glory."

The City Lord pointed in the southern direction, towards the fortress and the seven people in front of it, saying, "Is Fang Xingjian there?" Hearing that, everyone also turned their heads, as if they wanted to see for themselves if that rumored Windstorm Sword Hero really had three heads and six arms, or if he had a terrifying appearance, long teeth and a pale countenance.

In fact, as Kirst's important figures, it was impossible for them to attend every single round of the academy's inter-class competition. The only reason they had all come to watch today was only because they wanted to see how powerful the rumored Windstorm Sword Hero was.

The Headmaster cast a glance towards the southern fortress, saying, "Mmm, Fang Xingjian seems to not have appeared yet."

They City Lord observed, "Haha, I heard that it has only been a month since Fang Xingjian completed his transition. Although the Windstorm Sword Hero's speed is unrivalled, is it alright to have him participate in the competition right away like this?

"What's happens if he accidentally gets hurt? Weapons don't have eyes. After all, so many resources have been invested in him." The Windstorm Sword Hero. As a legendary first transition job, to have such a Knight appearing in the area under his jurisdiction, was an achievement even for him, as City Lord.

The reason why he was saying this was obviously because he was worried that people from the academy would forcefully exert pressure on the Knight, in the hope of him achieving success sooner. In case any harm came to Fang Xingjian, it would be bad.

With the mention of the word 'resources', he felt like clenching his teeth. It was obvious that he still remembered that the Headmaster had forcefully taken away the Wind Hawks which he had personally reared in order to provide Fang Xingjian with additional nourishment.

The Headmaster waved his hand, proudly answering, "Haha, this fellow is slow-witted in what concerns other things, but in sword arts, he is a true genius.

"I'm afraid that even normal Knights would not necessarily be his match."

"Oh?" The City Lord's eyes gleamed. "Headmaster is that confident?

"Then how about we have a bet?"

Hearing the words 'have a bet', the Secretariat broke into a bitter smile. He was well aware of how their City Lord loved gambling, and wanted to give him a reminder, when Huang Lin's eyes suddenly lit up.

Huang Lin stole a march on him and said, "Then let's have a bet. I bet that Xingjian's team will win." The Headmaster and himself had seen for themselves how easily had Fang Xingjian defeated the Weaponry's great master, Griffin.

Despite the fact that Griffin's strength lay in forging weapons, and that his combat abilities could only be considered middle-ranged amongst those in the first transition, the victory still proved Fang Xingjian's abilities.

Moreover, Huang Lin had gone through combat training with Fang Xingjian many times, and had a greater understanding of his abilities. Therefore, he was fully confident that Fang Xingjian's class would be able to win.

As long as their class did not commit any major blunders, the rest of the students staying behind to defend the fortress while Fang Xingjian relied on the Windstorm Sword Hero's high-speed guerrilla warfare to defeat the opposing team, then victory would be easily theirs.

Hearing Huang Lin's words, everyone was surprised, especially Kirst's City Lord. He broke out into a delighted expression.

"Those in Fang Xingjian's class have only completed their transition one or two months ago, on average. Other than Robert, they're all beginners at the Knight level, not to mention that they are now short of one person. If they are able to win over ten experienced Knights just like that, wouldn't it be too exaggerated?" The City Lord gave it some thought and said, "If that's the case, I'll bet that Fang Xingjian's team will lose."

Huang Lin replied, "Alright. If I were to win, then can I request of the City Lord to part with that treasured Knight's remains which you bought last year?"

The City Lord was stunned for a second, grudgingly thinking to himself, 'This old chap. He's still unsatisfied after taking away my Wind Hawks? Now he has his eyes set on those remains I got?'

The remains were a treasure which the City Lord had gone to great lengths to acquire from overseas. They consisted of the arm of a Conferred Knight who had gone through the second transition. He had planned to find an opportunity to get the masters from the Weaponry to work with it and to forge an equipment which he could leave behind for his descendents.

The Headmaster smiled widely as he looked at the scene, making it difficult for people to tell what he was thinking about.

It also made Kirst's City Lord hesitate.

Huang Lin asked, "Is the City Lord unwilling to part with the treasure?

"Then let me add on to the bet. I'll bet that Fang Xingjian's team will be able to win over their opponents within half an hour. And if I were to lose, this longsword I have will be yours."

As he said that, he drew out the black metallic longsword at his waist, streams of ether particles flowing out unceasingly from it..

As Huang Lin's personal weapon which he always had on him, this longsword was also an Empire's Divine Weapon forged by the Royal Weaponry. Although it was not made from remains, the materials were worth a consistent sum of money as well. They were materials such as mithril and pure gold, which could communicate with ether particles, forming a force field that increased one's agility and strength. As a result, it could raise the user's strength and agility by about 10%.

This was obviously a top notch Empire's Divine Weapon. In many instances, a 10% difference in strength and agility would be able to change the flow of a battle.

Hearing Huang Lin's words, temptation flashed across Kirst's City Lord's eyes. He rubbed his chin and suddenly smiled, "Alright, I'll take the bet. However, it's too little for just the two of us to join this. Do anyone else want to join us?"

In an ordinary inter-class competition, each round would take forty-five minutes on average. To finish it within thirty minutes... it would have to be a one-sided crushing. Kirst's City Lord reckoned that the Windstorm Sword Hero would indeed be very strong, but he still found it hard to believe that a Knight who had transitioned just a month before would be able to one-sidedly crush those who had transitioned three years before.

Hearing this, Huang Lin let out a long sigh in his heart, 'Xingjian, whether or not you can get this great gift will all be up to you.'

At that moment, another person stood up and said, "How about counting me in?" That man had neatly combed white hair and wore a smart cocktail suit. It was Tresia Clan's clan's head, Kaunitz's father.

He nodded at the City Lord and Huang Lin, smiling and said, "Fang Xingjian is Kirst's pride, but he's still too young after all, having only transitioned a month ago. Although the Windstorm Sword Hero is very powerful, he's still too young. I'll bet that he can only win after forty minutes, and I'll bet one year's worth of our Tresia Clan's Body Tempering Ointment."

Huang Lin's eyebrows twitched. He knew that Tresia Clan's Body Tempering Ointment was good stuff. It incorporated various medicinal herbs and ferocious beasts' essences, and it was Tresia Clan's undivulged family secret. The reason why Kaunitz had attributes which far exceeded others even though he was only sixteen years old, and why Rebecca had been able to achieve over 100 points in her attributes while still being level 19, first transition for so many years, was precisely due to this Body Tempering Ointment.

And Tresia Clan's clan head, seeing Huang Lin's confidence, obviously wanted to help him. He did not want to make an enemy out of Fang Xingjian and Huang Lin, and wanted to make peace.

At that moment, another person walked out. It was a middle-aged lady with a crescent tattoo on her face, scantily dressed. She cast a glance towards Huang Lin and said, "Old Huang, aren't you looking down too much on our people from Netherworld Valley?"

The Prefectural Champion in Class 253, the class which was up against Fang Xingjian's class, was a disciple from Netherworld Valley.

Huang Lin said in disdain, "Claude was not all that highly regarded back when he was in Netherworld Valley. His specialty wasn't poison either."

Tina yelled, "But it's still our Netherworld Valley who set his foundations!

"Do you know how much we have invested for him to achieve that physique, akin to a ferocious beast's?"

Looking at this woman from Netherworld Valley, everyone unconsciously took one step back. It was because the Netherworld Valley specialized in hands-on combat and the use of poison. One could never know when they would poison the air, the water, or their weapons. It was the most horrible and terrifying worry.

This woman, Tina, was an Elder from the Netherworld Valley, and a well-known pain in the neck.

She continued yelling, "I don't care about the Windstorm Sword Hero or whatever it is. I'm betting that Fang Xingjian's team will lose after an hour!

"I'll bet one hundred of our Netherworld Valley's antidote vials. Our antidote is able to detoxify 90% of the poisons in this world."

A pale and gloomy-looking elder at the side spoke up, "Tina, you appear to be so confident. Yet you're betting on just one hour?"

She grinned replying, "I know he can run fast, so its forty minutes to defeat him, and another twenty minutes to let him run."

"Hmm hmmm," The pale-faced elderly man was Kirst Aristocrat Academy's founder, and Ferdinand's teacher when he was still attending the academy, as well as a senior representative figure amongst Kirst's aristocrats – Houston.

He said, "My favorite disciple, Ferdinand, is aso in Fang Xingjian's team. Of course I'd wish for them to win.

After all, they are still young. Even if they have a Windstorm Sword Hero, it'll still be tough for them to win.

"I'll bet that it'll be a draw then.

"I'll bet my manor in the northern area of the city."

Draw?

Tina immediately reacted and shouted, "You crafty old man! The Windstorm Sword Hero runs fast, so as long as Fang Xingjian focuses on causing a disturbance, there'll be a good chance of them getting a draw!"

Houston smiled, looking at Kirst's City Lord, and asked, "I wonder what the City Lord will choose as wager?"

Just then, Fang Xingjian appeared from the southern end of the terrain.

"Oh, is that Fang Xingjian?"

"What is he carrying on his back?"

They were too far away from Fang Xingjian and the others, and so they were unable to hear what the students were saying at all. They could only see Fang Xingjian thrusting all his longswords into the ground, and then seemingly having a confrontation with his teammates.

Fang Xingjian shook his head, waved his hand at the others, smiled and said, "Come, I'll bring you guys down first, then move on to the competition."

The next moment, light rose sharply and all of a sudden, the ground below his feet collapsing under his enormous strength, as he appeared before Barbara in a flash.

Barbara only had time to slightly turn her body, reaching for her bow and arrow on her back. But at the next moment, she was already knocked unconscious because of a jolt to the neck from Fang Xingjian's sword handle.

"Stop it!"

"Fang Xingjian!"

"You're crazy!"

Ferdinand, Jack, Robert and the others all shouted together, and everyone but Jack, Anthony and Robert attacked with their spears, punches, palms, and swords, surrounding Fang Xingjian from all corners.

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Chapter 80 Destroy

Ferdinand, a top student from Kirst Aristocrat Academy, was skilled in the academy's specialized spear arts.

Carter also came from the Aristocrat Academy. Although his attributes and spear arts were not as developed as Ferdinand's, the fact that he had been able to rise to the rank of a Knight also proved his abilities.

Zhou Yong on the other hand, just like Kaunitz, had come to study in Tresia Academy, mainly specializing in sword arts.

The last person was Boris, the man who looked like a wild man from the mountains. He came from the Shadow Moon Academy, and was a genius whose talent was close to that of Kaunitz's, Ferdinand's and Barbara's. He specialized in hands-on combat techniques such as fist techniques and palm techniques.

These four people had joined the ranks of Knights at the same time, and all of them were equipped with Reduced Force Field. Now that all four of them were attacking at once, the violent waves of their force fields surged over, putting the surrounding air under so much pressure that a series of explosive sounds started ringing out unceasingly.

Not only that, but since they had all taken action in a moment of desperation, each and every one of them were using Killing techniques.

Ferdinand's long spear trembled and a myriad of afterimages burst out, creating countless illusions.

Carter's metallic spear became like a great python, trembling fanatically, and the tip of the spear zapped with streams of electric currents as the weapon smashed towards Fang Xingjian's head at the speed of lightning.

Zhou Yong and Boris were coming towards Fang Xingjian from his left and right. Zhou Yong's longsword gleamed just like the sun in the sky, shooting towards Fang Xingjian's face. Boris's palm shot out, suddenly seeming to have doubled. Amidst the raging wind, his palm gave a feeling of extreme heaviness and power condensation, slapping down towards Fang Xingjian as if a gigantic mountain would crash down on him.

The four of them attacked at once, and even though their abilities were only at a novice's level among the Knights, when the four of them fought together, their powers were still exemplary. They had almost entirely surrounded Fang Xingjian, from his left, right, front and back. The impact from the four force fields pushed down on Fang Xingjian, as if gravity had multiplied by several times in just an instant.

But even though he was facing the combined attack of the four, Fang Xingjian only gave out a cold laugh, and with a dash he passed by the tip of Ferdinand's spear, appearing right in front of him.

"What?!" Ferdinand got a sudden shock when he realized Fang Xingjian was suddenly standing right in front of him. Before he could react, his spear had already been broken into several pieces.

After that, Fang Xingjian gave a push, and he was sent flying by a tremendous force.

As his left foot stepped down heavily, dust and dirt went flying, rocks crumbled. With the violent strength of that push, he charged ahead and knocked into Boris.

With an explosive boom, Boris managed to maintain his stance by throwing out his palm, but the collision with Fang Xingjian was like being hit by lightning, the bones and muscles throughout his body releasing a series of explosive sounds. He was sent flying like a lump of mud. His vital energy and blood tremored, and he was unable to even crawl back on his feet.

Only then did Carter and Zhou Yong react to Fang Xingjian's movements. With a tremble of his spear, Carter let out a weird cry and retreated. He had yet to take even two steps back when he sensed that a layer of shadow had encompassed him. Fang Xingjian had caught up to him.

Ahhh!

He bellow in desperation and, exerting all of his strength, he burst forth his Reduced Force Field, and thrust out his longspear, encompassed by electricity and light, as if it were an electric dragon.

The electricity was like a dragon. Carter's muscles and bones were clenched tightly, and the ground under his feet sunk like it was mud as he made full use of the counteracting force from the ground, letting it pass through his force, shoulders, arms and other body parts, and then finally condensing it together with Carter's spiritual disposition into his spear. He thrust it towards the black figure.

The moment the spear was thrust, Carter felt as if his brain had been emptied, as if he had been drained of all his energy. However, he wasn't surprised, but rather overjoyed, because he felt that this attack was the best he had ever achieved in his life – a breakthrough he had never experienced before.

But at the next moment, a majestic force passed through to him from his spear. If Carter's spear was like a raging electric dragon, then this majestic force was like the descent of a god, holding down the dragon's body, and crushing it without mercy.

The longsword in Fang Xingjian's hand collided against the spear, and the longsword pressed down on the spear, suppressing it, as Fang Xingjian appeared before Carter in a breath.

Carter was unable to react or see whether Fang Xingjian had used his hand or leg, nor was he able to tell where Xingjian had hit, when he was sent flying with a light bang. He landed on the floor, like a gourd rolling on the ground.

The moment he was sent flying, his mind was still brimming with disbelief.

'How could this be?

'My previous attack would have made a hole even in the city wall!

'How was it fully countered just like that?'

Zhou Yong also saw the horrifying scene when in just a short moment, he was the only one out of the four left standing. The longsword which he had thrust out came to an abrupt stop as he stood there, looking at Fang Xingjian with his eyes fixed, and at a loss.

Fang Xingjian waved his hand and said, "Come, I've especially saved you for last."

Zhou Yong's face trembled. He suppressed the fury and terror in his heart and said "I admit defeat, I admit defeat. This should be fine, right?!"

The corner of Fang Xingjian's lips curved up ever so slightly. Caressing his longsword, he said, "It's not. It's only over when I say it's over."

The next moment, he was already beside Zhou Yong, just like a ghost. He had not even used the Killing technique Supreme Mistwind Sword, merely ordinary sword moves, as he slashed towards Zhou Yong.

The latter clumsily fought back against Fang Xingjian's seemingly causal strikes, which were coming at the speed of lightning.

Jack, Anthony, and Robert stared at this disorderly mess, mouths agape. They looked at Ferdinand, Carter and Boris who were all lying on the ground, spewing blood, exchanged glances, and then felt secretly thankful that they had not charged against Xingjian earlier.

In fact, not much time had passed since they had gone through their transitions, and their attributes were mostly between 30 to 40 points. So how could they be Fang Xingjian's match? Putting aside the Killing technique and Boundaries Negation, Fang Xingjian was able to crush them with the prowess of his attributes alone.

On the cliff, Kirst's City Lord broke out in laughter, "Interesting, this is truly interesting. Weren't you guys asking me what I'll be betting?

"This Fang Xingjian broke off his own arms before the fight has even started. He is truly so arrogant that it's cute.

"Since that's the case, I'll bet that he'll definitely lose within twenty minutes. Now, since all of us are betting on different outcomes, the winner will be able to win everyone else's items on the bet."

Netherworld Valley's Tina, pale-faced, said, "Is this Fang Xingjian an idiot?

"Losing half the team before the fight has even started?

"No, no, this doesn't count. What he's doing is against the rules. I'm not betting anymore."

Although Fang Xingjian's performance came as a great surprise, his opponents were merely novices who had completed their transitions only one or two months ago. He had won even without using his Supreme Mistwind Sword and Boundaries Negation, so his display wasn't too astonishing.

On the contrary, leaving himself with only three team mates before the competition had even started, no one present did feel that Fang Xingjian would have a winning chance anymore.

"Hmph, thinking of going back on your words?" Kirst's City Lord let out a cold snort and said, "Headmaster Jackson. Were Fang Xingjian's actions against the academy's regulations?"

The Headmaster smiled bitterly and shook his head, replying, "In the valley, as long as one does not deploy deadly techniques, one can do as he wishes."

"Then did he break the competition's rules?"

This time around, the Headmaster's tone was even more bitter, "There's no regulation stating that they are not allowed to raise their hands against people from their own team."

How could the people in the academy who had decided on the rules of the competition ever think that there would be people who would deliberately raise their hands against people from their own team?

"Then that's that." Kirst's City Lord smiled, satisfied, "Since he hasn't broken any of the rules, from beginning to end, then the bet should still be valid. Don't you agree?"

While saying this, an overwhelming pressure was already smashing towards Tina. This Kirst's City Lord was also a Conferred Knight, an expert who had gone through the second transition.

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Chapter 81 Comprehension

Seeing Tina of Netherworld Valley gritting her teeth, wanting to rebut but afraid of speaking up, the Kirst's City Lord snorted, saying, "Since none of us has any objection, let us go on and watch the competition."

On the other side, the Headmaster glanced at Huang Lin, who was looking confidently at Fang Xingjian.

Among these people, he had spent almost everyday practicing actual combat with Fang Xingjian, and he was the only one who truly knew how powerful Fang Xingjian was. That talent of his was almost devilish, and average Knights had no chance against him.

If not so, then how would he have dared to initiate the bet with Kirst's City Lord?

'Wait two more years, until Fang Xingjian reaches level 19. All the Knights still at first job transition level, including those freaks who have stuck at the same level for many years, won't be his match in the least...'

Spotting Huang Lin's confident smile, the Headmaster frowned, but did not do or say anything to stop Kirst's City Lord.

Zhou Yong, however, felt as if he had sunk into hellish training. Each time he attacked with his sword, each time he fended off an attack, he would feel sword light flashing about, and the tip of a sword abruptly stabbing him, as if slashing through space.

Surging waves of Reduced Force Fields stuck onto him like countless spider webs, depleting his strength at a crazy rate within a matter of minutes. He felt as if he was deep in the ocean, every step and every swing of his sword requiring him to break through tremendous pressure, exhausting much of his energy.

Unknowingly, the glint on the tip of his sword disappeared, as he no longer had sufficient physical strength to exercise Killing techniques anymore. If he were to forcefully execute Killing techniques, they would not only be weak, but they would also damage his foundation.

This set of Illuminating Sword Technique combined Waves with the sword technique, in order to create sword light and confuse the enemies. When trained to a higher level, it would even allow one to use ether particles to produce a sword light with damaging powers strong enough to kill. It was a perfect match with his Waves and mental cultivation method.

Although his Killing Path was powerful, it also depleted a great deal of physical strength. Executing it forcefully when one had insufficient physical strength would harm one's body, and could even result in irrevocable damage to the practitioner's foundations.

Without sufficient physical strength, it would also be very difficult for one to circulate the Waves and mental cultivation method. After all, when too tired to even stand, and on the verge of falling asleep with a sole blink, how could the body possibly be in control of its breathing and blood flow? And how could the mind have the will to maintain different mental states?

Moreover, Zhou Yong was too weak for Fang Xingjian. Fang Xingjian had merely executed over ten moves, continuously draining his opponent's energy through the Reduced Force Field, and it had already rendered Zhou Yong unable to execute any Killing techniques.

With his energy depleted, the only move Zhou Yong could perform without causing himself harm were Nurturing techniques, which strengthened the constitution and nurtured the spirit.

Watching Zhou Yong struggling to execute moves from Tresia Academy's various Nurturing techniques, the corners of Fang Xingjian's lips slightly curled upwards.

On the other hand, Zhou Yong did not notice Fang Xingjian's change. In fact, he had been unable to react in time, and simply unable to clearly see Fang Xingjian's movements.

He only felt the other party's sword looming over like a thunderstorm, longswords piercing at him from all directions, every inch of space, every little gap, while he desperately tried to fend off the attacks like a small boat caught in a storm, incapable of speaking a word.

Compared to Zhou Yong, who was barely keeping up, Fang Xingjian was much more relaxed. He swung his sword casually, and felt the changes to the force in Zhou Yong's sword techniques through each collision between their swords, constantly making conjectures about his opponent's sword techniques.

It was a pity that Zhou Yong and Kaunitz were both from Tresia Knight Academy; the majority of the techniques Zhou Yong had executed were what Fang Xingjian had already learnt from Kaunitz. However, there were some Nurturing techniques which Kaunitz had never performed before, which Zhou Yong had just executed.

And how much had Fang Xingjian progressed in his cultivation of sword arts? A total of thirty-one sets of Nurturing techniques, almost all of which were at level 20 or 30. It could be said that he had reached the greatest heights in terms of Nurturing techniques, a terrifying level!

This also enabled him to secretly learn others' skills at an amazing speed – not only could he learn techniques as soon as Zhou Yong executed only one or two moves of each, based on those moves he was also able to speculate the rest of the techniques.

It was then that Fang Xingjian realized that his talent in sword arts would become more and more terrifying.

Although his speed of learning swords arts had already been very fast in the past, he was onlyl a mere novice who had not spent a lot of time training in the way of the sword, and who had limited understanding of the sword arts, of their principles, as well as those of the human body. All these prevented him from developing his talents to the maximum.

But now, Fang Xingjian knew thirty-one techniques in the Nurturing Path alone, and had also picked up quite a few Training techniques, incorporating swords techniques into Waves. He had even picked up a Killing technique like the Supreme Mistwind Sword. How astonishing, indeed, was his experience in the art of swords?

Now, picking up those the basic Nurturing techniques was simply an easy feat. Just a casual spar with Zhou Yong had allowed him to roughly learn the techniques' moves. It went to show how fast was his speed in learning sword arts.

'My talent will probably be enhanced the more my standard and experience in the sword arts will increase, and I'll be able to display increasingly astonishing effects!'

A spark of comprehension flashed through his mind. Fang Xingjian had also learnt two new sets of techniques from Zhou Yong, two Nurturing techniques which he had not acquired from Kaunitz in the past.

A crisp dang resounded, and Zhou Yong's longsword flew out from his hand, landing on the ground.

It seemed that he had exhausted his last bit of energy in that instant, his whole body lying prostrate on the ground, heaving up and down from heavy panting. When he struggled to lift up his head, he saw Fang Xingjian focusing with his eyes closed, as if he was thinking of something. Very soon he sat down on the ground cross-legged, no one aware of what he was trying to do.

Suddenly, a smoke signal shot up from the mountain valley. Zhou Yong watched with his eyes wide, bitterness spread in his chest. He suddenly yelled at Fang Xingjian, who was meditating with his eyes shut, "Fang Xingjian, you b*stard! What crazy antics are you up to?!

"We're going to lose again!

"And it's all your fault!"

Zhou Yong was cursing and swearing continuously, but Fang Xingjian did not pay him any heed. He was fully focused on going through the two sets of Nurturing techniques he had just picked up.

He then discovered that he could actually increase his familiarity with the techniques even though he was simply reviewing them in his head. Although it was not comparable to the actual physical training, it far surpassed the amount of experience gained by the average person through actual sword practice.

'Indeed, the stronger my level of sword cultivation, the better the talent I'm able to display?'

With that, he continued to thoroughly disregard Zhou Yong's curses, focusing his attention entirely on learning the techniques in his mind.

On the other side of the valley, Kirst's City Lord was laughing. "Huang Lin, this disciple of yours is truly interesting. He could have defeated his opponent with a single strike, yet he played around with his opponents slowly, in the way a cat would treat a mouse. Moreover, the opponent was his own teammate, from the same class… He truly is abominable."

The people around them also nodded in agreement. Who could have known that Fang Xingjian was actually able to pick up his opponent's sword techniques within the short duration of their sparring? Everyone thought that this was just Fang Xingjian being abominable.

Tina from the Netherworld Valley looked at the northern end and said, "Mm, the other team has also started moving. Damn, why are they moving so fast? Slow down!" At that moment, Tina deeply regretted betting that Fang Xingjian's team would be able to hang on for an hour.

Kirst's City Lord laughed out loud, "I think that the duel will end in fifteen minutes."

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Chapter 82 Retire

Naturally, not only the city and academy leaders had come to watch the competition. At the other end of the valley, Class 252's Renault, Xiu Yi, stood on the cliffs, proudly sticking their chests out . Behind them there were a few others who were also aristocrats, and standing further back, there were the commoner Knights, nodding and bowing.

Seeing how Fang Xingjian had first eliminated Barbara and four others from his own team, Renault started laughing loudly, "This Fang Xingjian is interesting, very interesting.

"When we're fighting against him tomorrow, I must have a good time with him."

"Interesting?" Xiu Yi pierced him with a cold glare and said, "There are only two possibilities as to why he would be doing this. One would be that he has already given up on the competition. The other would be that even if they are missing five people, he believes that they would still be able to defeat their opponent."

"Oh?" Renault rubbed his chin, saying, "Although Class 253 joined the academy one year later than we did, if I, the Prefectural Champion would be sent to deal with them and that burly lout, wiping them out all by myself would be a bit difficult.

"Hehe, so, does Fang Xingjian feel that his abilities are more or less at the same level as mine?"

With a poker face, Xiu Yi said, "Who knows?"

"Because of their great progress, Most Knights who've recently completed their transition and then started picking up Killing techniques develop wrong ideas which they should not have, misjudging their own abilities.

"As for whether Fang Xingjian is overly arrogant or he has really gotten that strong from his training during the past month, that we shall see in a moment."

"Hehe, his one month of training is able to match up to four years of mine?" Renault licked his lips, revealing an excited expression, "If that's really the case, it'll be even more interesting.

"Defeating such a genius would be really exciting."

Just as everyone was standing astonished by Fang Xingjian's actions, on the other end of the battlefield, right in front of Class 253's fortress, ten Knights, dressed in Knight attire, were all waiting fully prepared.

The leader of the pack was a burly man who had an incredible height of 2.5 meters. His lower arm alone was as thick as an ordinary man's waist. He looked just like an enormous King Kong in the shape of a human.

He was Class 253's leader, the one who came first in the Prefectural Selection three years before, Claude. He was an extremely talented individual who, despite being a commoner, had been blessed with four inborn specialities.

And although he had been under Netherworld Valley's protection since young, he had never really practiced their poison arts.

However, his physical attributes were monstrous, and in addition to the advantages he had been born with, while growing up in the Netherworld Valley he had also received the nourishments of countless poisonous and nutritional medicinal herbs.

He had just reached level 19 this year, but his five major attributes had all exceeded 70 points. Also, because of the existence of his four inborn specialities which had bestowed him with great stamina, immunity from all poison and tremendous strength, even the layers of dead skin cells on his body were as thick as the skin of a rhinoceros. Ordinary blunt force would be completely useless against him.

This was an individual born to be a valiant general in the battlefield. Moreover, he had transitioned into the job Death Vortex, which was known to be the mincing machine on the battlefield.

A brutal smile appeared on his tanned face as he licked his teeth, saying, "So many people have come to watch today's competition, to see that Windstorm Sword Hero. Hehe, to think that a b*stard who has only transitioned a month ago is thinking of riding on top of us, and acting so atrociously."

"But this has a good part to it as well. With so many important characters here, as long as our performance is good enough, we can be sold for a decent price even if we were to leave the academy in a few years' time."

Saying this, he raised up two short axes with each of his hands, bellowing, "Hahahaha, everyone, attack! Break that Windstorm Sword Hero chap's legs! I'll bear the responsibility!"

Seeing how Claude charged like a tank all by himself, the other members in his team exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly.

An archer sighed and said, "I knew it..."

Another blue-haired Knight who was holding a longsword smiled, replying, "Since you knew, why are you sighing? Charging forth recklessly, crushing the opponent with the overwhelming difference between our strength and theirs... Hasn't this been the boss's style all along?"

The other team members smiled as well. It was obvious that compared to Class 252, which Renault and Xiu Yi were in, Class 253, led by Claude, seemed to not care for the status difference between aristocrats and commoners, and seemed to be on more friendly terms.

All the team members followed under the blue-haired swordsman's command. The blue-haired swordsman smiled and said, "Do you guys still remember?

"How it was when we first started participating in the inter-class competition three years ago?"

"Of course." A man dressed in a mantle who was unceasingly moving through the shadows said, "We were bullied for the whole year. If it hadn't been for those new students who joined, we'd probably be tortured to our deaths this year as well."

"Hehe," The blue-haired swordsman smiled and said, "Fang Xingjian?

"As a Windstorm Sword Hero, what means do you have to reverse the situation?

The absolute gap between us brought by time, the massive gap between our powers, are you be able to overcome it?

As he advanced, he did not see any of his enemies. The blue-haired swordsman rubbed his chin and said, "It's just as I thought. Rather than taking the initiative to attack, they've decided on securing the fortress?

"Because of the massive difference between our abilities, are they thinking of staying in the fortress, relying on homeground advantages to win the battle or to bring it to a draw?"

He advanced forth for another minute. Although he had anticipated the opponent's battle plan, the blue-haired swordsman still gave out the orders to his team mates in an orderly fashion, closing in without haste, and scouting on their way, as they usually did.

But they did not encounter any attacks on their way to the fortress.

"What's the matter?

"The team leader should have arrived, right?

"Why are there no sounds of battle?"

He had long gotten used to Claude being the one charging towards their opponents like a rhinoceros, wreaking havoc amongst them, after which they would surround their opponents, eliminating them all.

But today's battle seemed to be a bit different.

Everyone advanced to the front of the fortress and saw Claude standing there in a daze, looking like a mini-giant at his full height of 2.5 meters.

The blue-haired swordsman swept a glance towards the fortress, his pupils shrinking as he said "Hey hey hey, Claude, is this your doing?

"Have you dealt with five of their people in such a short time?"

The mini-giant Claude shook his head, "It wasn't me. Be careful, don't move first."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. All of them knew that amongst Claude's inborn specialities, there was one known as Wild Beast's Instinct. It could sense the presence of danger and killing intent, and it was extremely sensitive. They had relied on this to overcome many obstacles.

However, it was only their third time hearing Claude speaking with such a serious tone.

At that moment, Zhou Yong's stream of curses rang out once again.

"Fang Xingjian!

"You b*stard!

"Why are you all just standing there?!

"Bash this fellow up quickly and you'll win!

"Go for it, go for it! Bring this fortress down, we've surrendered!"

Hearing Zhou Yong's curses, Class 253's members all went into a daze, and the blue-haired swordsman fell into a daze, and frowning he pondered, "Internal dispute?

"Or is it a trap?"

Just as everyone in Class 253 was standing there, extremely astonished, Fang Xingjian, who had been sitting cross-legged on the floor suddenly trembled slightly and fluttered like a willow leaf before landing with his feet on the ground.

He wore an indifferent smile on his face, his eyes were opened slightly, almost as if they were hiding countless mysteries.

He raised his fingers, pointing towards the people from Class 253, one by one.

Claude spat, wearing a nasty grin on his face, "Are you that lucky chap who had transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero?

"What is your side up to?"

"Nothing much. These few people on the floor are none of your concern." After Fang Xingjian finished pointing at each of them as if he was counting out how many they were, he smiled and walked over, speaking slowly, "Other than the four of you who use swords, the rest can retire."

Before his words ended, Fang Xingjian's silhouette suddenly disappeared. Claude was instantly encompassed by a killing intent so strong as he had never felt before. He let out a cry like a tiger or a lion before its death, the two axes in his hands slashing forth.

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Chapter 83 Sword and Qi Controlling Each Other

Dang!

A sound as loud as the evening drum or the morning bell of a monastery rang out, filling the whole valley and surprising countless birds, sending them off soaring into the sky in a mess.

The two axes in Claude's hands clashed with Fang Xingjian's longsword, and along with the loud sound, Fang Xingjian was sent flying, only managing to come to a stop after he was sent more than a hundred meters away.

His strength was only slightly more than 50 points, a huge step from Claude's strength of over 70 points.

However, Claude was the one who was truly astonished one. On the side of his face, a bloody wound had formed, his whole cheek dyed red, and fresh blood spilling from it.

Of course, although this wound looked serious, it was just an ordinary cut.

What had actually astonished Claude was his opponent's strength.

"Damn it!" Claude shouted out loudly, "Don't split up, stay together! His speed is too..."

Before Claude could finish talking, Fang Xingjian's silhouette had once again disappeared.

With a series of kacha kacha sounds, the air was torn apart like a piece of cloth. A female Knight holding a long spear had not even managed to react when Fang Xingjian slapped his sword against her back.

However, unlike the situation with Barbara and the others, when Class 253 was faced with Fang Xingjian's quick attack, at least three of them had reacted in an instant. Moreover, the female Knight Fang Xingjian had attacked threw out a mouthful of blood, she was still able to fight.

Claude's retaliation was the most powerful. With a bellow, the muscles all over his body suddenly swelled up and he seemed to once again grow one size bigger. One of the axes in his hands flew out, like a flash of black lightning, and with the force of a thunderbolt, it slashed towards Fang Xingjian.

With Claude's strength, this flying axe could even hack through a steel shield.

And at the moment the flying axe was sent flying, two other killing intents were locked on Fang Xingjian.

An archer aimed with his bow and arrow, his actions smooth like the floating clouds and flowing river, his eyes locked on Fang Xingjian's brow ridge, chest, and upper thigh.

Another man who was wearing a mantle, black shadows encompassing him, arrived ten meters behind Fang Xingjian in a dash, dagger in hand. His weapon was gleaming with a green poisonous glow as it thrust fiercely towards Fang Xingjian's kidneys.

Facing the three opponents' attack, Fang Xingjian laughed softly, his sword sweeping across horizontally and giving rise to a strong gale. It was the Supreme Mistwind Sword.

The female Knight who had just thrown up a mouthful of blood was hit in the stomach by an atmospheric dragon and fell unconscious.

The flying axe frenziedly attacked the over ten sword Qis, deflecting them.

The archer's vision blurred. Within the powerful whirlwind, Fang Xingjian's silhouette was no longer discernible.

The mantled Knight clenched his fist on his dagger and fiercely clashed with Fang Xingjian's longsword, and with a series of electrifying sword attacks, he was sent flying as if pushed away by Fang Xingjian's longsword.

"Drat!" Claude could only say this before he charged forward like a rhinoceros, at the same time waving his hand and making the axe return to him with a swirl.

His pair of axes were an Empire's Divine Weapon. Other than being sharp and sturdy, as long as they were within a radius of one hundred meters, he could reconnect with them through the ether particles, and get them to fly back into his hands time and time again.

However, as he charged forth, he felt that Fang Xingjian and the mantled Knight were getting further and further away from him. He was exerting his full powers, but was still unable to close in even a little.

He bellowed, "Lal!

"Willis!"

The two archers concurrently fit arrows and drew their bows, but amidst the strong gales, they could only see two figures flashing about unceasingly. They could not even tell who was who, let alone aim.

On the other hand, the mantled Knight was panic-stricken. Out of the whole team, he was the most apt at stealth, scouting and blitz attacks, but when Fang Xingjian attacked, he felt as if he was being thrown amidst strong gales and thunderstorms, and surrounded by sword lights from all directions. At his front, back, right and left, sword Qis formed by many white-colored air currents were surrounding him.

He ran, trying to fend them off with all his might. A few times he thought of stopping, to join up with Claude and the others, who were chasing after them. However, Fang Xingjian's attacks, akin to strong gales and thunderstorms, gave him absolutely no chance.

Without knowing what happened, he was kicked in the leg with a bang, and was sent flying. He kept rolling for several meters, feeling as if his bones were all shattered, and as if he could not even stand up.

Fang Xingjian turned around and swept with his sword yet again. In that instant, hundreds of sword Qis were circling all around him, making him seem like the King of the atmosphere. He even floated slightly, looking at Claude and the others while levitating half an inch above the ground.

Fang Xingjian softly said, "There's still eight of them left."

"This fellow..." Claude, eyes wide-open, stared furiously at Fang Xingjian, whose silhouette was undiscernible in the windstorm. Claude was overwhelmed with astonishment.

'My agility attribute has reached 75 points, but this fellow is at least twice my speed. How did he do that?'

If he knew that Fang Xingjian, who had just executed the Supreme Mistwind Sword, was far from showing his maximum speed, what would he think?

In the exact moment when Fang Xingjian paused slightly, two loud, piercing squeaks rang out, as if countless female ghosts were shrieking fanatically at the same time.

Two arrows, one red and one white, were released at great speed towards Fang Xingjian.

The red arrow was covered in flames, and each time the flames furiously exploded, it would gain even more speed.

The white arrow was encompassed within layers of vortexes which unceasingly broke through the air, permanently aiding its speed gain.

The speed of the two arrows was simply too fast, and no sooner had Fang Xingjian heard their shrieking sounds, than the two arrows appeared one meter before him, one on the top left, the other on the bottom right, one aiming for his left hand, the other aiming for his right leg.

To an ordinary Knight, their speed would seem quite fast, but to the current Fang Xingjian, it was still much, much too slow.

Slightly moving his left hand and right leg, he dodged the two arrows with great ease. The metal sword in Fang Xingjian's hand once again slashed out, and countless vortexes appeared, encompassing him. He accelerated, the ground below his feet cracking once again, and loud shrieking sounds once again ringing out in the whole atmosphere.

"Get together!" Claude cried out in alarm, and the remaining eight of them closed in, their Reduced Force Fields overlapping each other's. Even if Fang Xingjian were to barge in, he would definitely lose.

This was also a commonly used technique by Knights who were teaming together against opponents who either specialized in speed or in long range attacks.

However, this time around, Fang Xingjian did not attack anyone. His silhouette flashed and he arrived at the place where he had previously pierced a row of swords into the ground.

Under the crowd's astonished gazes, the longsword in Fang Xingjian's hand once again again created endless sword Qis, gushing towards the sword formation at his feet. The next moment, with soft scratching sounds, countless sword Qis swirled around and tens of longswords similar to swimming dragons were moving about in an area ten meters away from Fang Xingjian, encompassed by sword Qis.

Level 20 Supreme Mistwind Sword's special effect: controlling Qis through the sword, and the sword through Qis.

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Chapter 84 Defeating the Enemy

Seeing this, Claude's expression underwent a change. The next instant, Fang Xingjian's longsword swept out, bringing along over tens of swords and explosively dashing towards the remaining eight people from Class 253.

The blue-haired swordsman roared desperately, "Everyone! Use your Reduced Force Field to block at full powers! And leader, you…"

"I'll stop that brat!" Claude howled violently. He had already activated his job's technique, as streams after streams of bronze-colored air currents enveloped his body, making it seem as if he were equipped in a layer of golden armor.

The next instant, both axes in his hands violently trembled, as he activated his Killing technique – Massacre Tornado. His entire body spun around like a whirlwind, over millions of axe shadows flooding every inch of his body. He manifested into a tornado, colliding heavily into Fang Xingjian.

A series of clanking sounds echoed relentlessly. Claude was like a mad lion, transforming into a tornado of massacre, and maniacally hacking down with his axes time and time again, each strike releasing sharp auras that tore through the strong gales.

On the other hand, Fang Xingjian was just like an omnipresent windstorm, countless sword Qis and longswords dancing about in the skies, surrounding Claude and his teammates within.

Fang Xingjian chose to conceal himself within the tempest, his silhouette completely out of sight.

At the beginning, Claude could still rely on his over 70 points in agility and reaction to continuously dissipate the streams of sword Qis sent out by Fang Xingjian, but as the Supreme Mistwind Sword continued to ravage, Fang Xingjian's speed was greatly enhanced, and very soon Claude became unable to keep up. More and more sword Qis directly slashed his body, clashing into the bronze-colored aura with sounds of colliding metals.

"Damn! There's still such a move in the Supreme Mistwind Sword Technique?"

The gaps between the pitter-pattering sounds of explosion got increasingly close, and towards the end, Claude felt as though he was surrounded by countless people, thousands or tens of thousands of longswords piercing through his body each and every moment. He simply gave up on fending them off, and curled up, using his job's technique to block the omnipresent attacks.

Finally, as though his tolerance had reached its limits, with a loud rumbling sound, Claude's body stretched out like a detonated bomb. Savage energy, accompanied by the full prowess of his Reduced Force Field transformed into layers of transparent ripples, bouncing out in all directions.

Simultaneously, over ten longswords under the augmentation of Fang Xingjian's sword Qis, thrust forth at full power, breaking through the layers of of attack waves sent by Claude. After a series of crazy tremors, all of them ruthlessly pierced into Claude's body.

In the next instant, Claude's entire body, including his head, throat, chest, back, and four limbs had all been pierced by countless longswords.

But not even a second after the whole piercing process, the longswords could no longer bear the pressure, and with a rumbling sound they exploded into countless pieces.

Although the longswords had not penetrated Claude's body, countless energies had hit his body through the longswords, piercing his internal organs.

When Fang Xingjian used the sword, he had great and detailed control of the force he exerted. Moreover, when he was cultivating the thirty-one sets of Nurturing techniques, his control over his muscles, bone structure and internal organs were all textbook level. As the force entered into his body, Claude instantly felt as though his internal organs had exploded. He spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood and then fell to his knees.

He spat out a breath, raging, "Hmph, since my Mystic Armor Golden Body has reached the maximum, level 10, my internal organs are as tough as steel and you won't be able to injure me with this strike of yours!"

Fang Xingjian's body slowly landed before him as countless raging squalls scuttled behind him, following his footsteps and passing through Claude's body, like faithful pets.

"Had I wanted to kill you, you would've long been dead."

After finishing speaking, without bothering about Claude's reaction, Fang Xingjian stood before the remaining people of Class 253.

Claude turned his head and noticed that other than the four Knights with the blue-haired swordsman in the lead, the other members from Class 253 had already lost their consciousness and were lying on the ground.

The instant Fang Xingjian defeated Claude, he also cleanly broke apart the defences of Claude's teammates.

Had they the chance to unleash the full strength of their Reduced Force Fields, it would have been hard even for Fang Xingjian to break through.

However they were not one and the same person, so there were bound to be gaps between their cooperation. Thus, some parts of the Reduced Force Fields would be stronger, some parts would be weaker, or some would even fluctuate between being strong and being weak. When faced with Fang Xingjian's all-encompassing sword Qis, and the speed of his sword which did not even give them time to react, failure was the only foreseeable result.

Claude's countenance turned extremely grim. From the start, because of the stark difference in their speed, he had been in a situation against Fang Xingjian, only being able to take beatings on his end, and unable to fight back. Now that he realized how profound Fang Xingjian's sword techniques were, it went to show that what Fang Xingjian had said earlier had not been said without good reason; Claude would have truly been dead already if he had wanted to kill him.

With a shake of the longsword in his hand, Fang Xingjian stared at the four remaining sword-wielding Knights as he leisurely stated, "Come at me all at once."

On the cliff, Huang Lin was laughing loudly, "I'm sorry, everyone. Only eight minutes have passed. From the looks of this, I think I've already won."

"Damn you!" Netherworld Valley's Tina, dissatisfaction reflected on her face, remarked, "You long knew of Fang Xingjian's actual strength and that must be why you provoked us into having a bet with you."

"Hehe, so what if I knew his actual strength long ago?" Huang Lin chortled. "If I said earlier that he would be able to defeat the other team's ten Knights single-handedly, would any of you have believed me?"

Everyone looked at each other, exchanging glances. They knew that even if Huang Lin had told them this earlier, it would have been hard for them to believe this. After all, they were talking about a Knight who had completed his transition only a month before defeating ten Knights who had transitioned three years before.

Such news would be too terrifying. Geniuses like this had appeared in history before, and without exception all of their names and reputations had gone down in history, some of them even becoming Divine level characters.

Especially since Fang Xingjian's previous demonstration of controlling his Qi with his sword and vice versa had displayed an unprecedented fine swordplay. The Supreme Mistwind Sword had surpassed all limits!

At this moment, their gazes towards Fang Xingjian were different. Their eyes were brimming with astonishment, envy, jealousy and many other kinds of emotions. They suddenly realized that they might be witnessing the rise of a legend, as long as Fang Xingjian did not stray from his path to becoming one.

Naturally, the countenances of those who had lost the bet were not pleasant either.

The skin on Netherworld Valley's Tina's face trembled. They were known to be skilled in the arts of poisons, adept at using and expelling them. Therefore, each and every bottle of antidote they concocted was the equivalent of several human lives. Even though she was one of the Elders in the faction, handing out these one hundred bottles in one go was an enormous effort. How could she not feel pain in her heart?

Tina shook her head, "Sigh, why is this Fang Xingjian not a student of our Netherworld Valley?"

Huang Lin said in dissatisfaction, "Your valley trains in the art of poison, not the sword."

Tina smiled and said, "We could feed him medicine daily, strengthening his body. See how strong Claude's physique is?"

Tresia Clan's clan head was frowning slightly, seeming even more distressed.

'Rebecca, this crazy old b*tch. Seeing how skilled Fang Xingjian is, it won't be so easy to settle our disputes with some simple Body Tempering Ointment…

'Should we kill him before he matures or invest more… and try and bring him over to our side?'

But thinking of the price they had to pay for both of those choices, the distress on his face intensified. Only after thinking of Kaunitz's current situation did his grim expression finally relax a little.

'Thank goodness Kaunitz was noticed by that person. Now we don't have to worry too much about Fang Xingjian gaining strength…'

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Chapter 85 Thoughts

The Kirst's City Lord looked at Fang Xingjian and the four tottering swordsmen, his face turning even more grim, looking as black as the bottom of a pan.

And thinking about the Conferred Knight's remains that he had to give away, his heart ached even more.

Originally, he'd had twenty Wind Hawks, and every one of them was a treasured possession. They could be used as precious resources for his clan to nurture talents in the future. However, ten of them had been stolen by Headmaster Jackson, and it pained him extremely.

Now, he had to give away the Conferred Knight's remains, which he had laboriously gotten his hands on. He had planned to forge a Superior Remains Divine Weapon, a prized item that could be a suppressing force.

Seeing his dark expression, Huang Lin laughed, "City Lord, may I ask when the Conferred Knight's remains would be sent over?"

"Hmph, are you afraid that I wouldn't keep my word?" With that, he waved his sleeves and walked away. "I will send them tomorrow."

Huang Lin smiled inwardly as he watched his back fading in the distance while the Tresia's clan head remarked bitterly, "Tomorrow, I'll have someone send Body Tempering Ointment over as well."

Huang Lin then turned to look at the leader of Aristocrat Academy, Houston, and extended his palm. "When will you be bringing the house deed?"

Houston replied reluctantly, "I got it, I'll get someone to send it over to you in a while."

Huang Lin added, "Also, don't you remove all the servants, gardeners, butlers, plants, furniture and such."

Houston tutted and said, "Don't you worry, I'm not such a sore loser." Inwardly, however, he was cursing the old fox; he had planned to remove all items in the manor, leaving an empty house.

Nevertheless, regardless of what they thought about the bet, the fact that Fang Xingjian had single-handedly defeated ten Knights within a month of his job transition had already been deeply engraved in their minds.

To be honest, defeating ten ordinary Knights was something all of them were capable of. But how long had they been training? And how long had it been for Fang Xingjian?

He could no longer be simply described as a genius. All the influences and clans in Kirst would now adjust their plans regarding the academy, because of Fang Xingjian's performance today.

Fang Xingjian was naturally unaware that his Master and Headmaster had won plenty of gifts on his behalf. He held his sword in one hand, every swing and stab appearing casual. But in the eyes of normal people, the seemingly effortless moves were moves that had almost reached the pinnacle level. Even the sword wind created by the swing of the sword seemed as sharp as a knife when it brushed across one's face.

Four swordsmen rushed to surround Fang Xingjian. Even though they closed up on him from four directions, they felt as if they were the ones surrounded by countless people with longswords piercing through the air, reflecting glaring sword lights. At every moment, it seemed as if there were countless sharp swords thrusting towards them.

Fast!

Fast!

Too fast!

Those were the only thoughts running through the four's minds.

Fang Xingjian's longsword seemed to be pressed against their throats every second, their lives at his mercy, each and every moment. They could only frantically execute all the sword techniques they knew, doing whatever they could to try to fend off the attacks that kept coming like tidal waves.

Crisp sounds of clanging sounded continuously from the four men's swords while waves of attacks were repeatedly constricting their nerves.

Every touch from the sword tips seemed to brush across their chests, throats and temples.

Every strike from the sword seemed to want to dry up every ounce of their energy.

Not even realizing when, they were unable to use their Killing techniques anymore.

Simply by employing the simplest Nurturing techniques and Training techniques, they had already squeezed dry their own strength and broke through their limits time and again, just to keep up with Fang Xingjian's tempo.

Every passing minute and every passing second seemed like a year.

Finally, four sounds consecutively rang out dang dang dang dang, and the longswords flew out from the four's hands, twirling in the air for a few rounds before stabbing the ground.

The four swordsmen, including the blue-haired Knight, started coughing. All of them fell to the ground, some half-kneeling, some sitting on the ground, all of them panting heavily.

At this point, they actually felt relieved that all was finally over.

The blue-haired Knight gasped heavily. He felt as if his heart was about to pounce out of his chest. Not a single strand of muscle in his body could move anymore.

He stared vacantly in front of him at Fang Xingjian, only to see him standing and quietly holding his sword. He was neither flushed, nor out of breath, and the way he strolled idly made it impossible for anyone to guess that he had just gone through such a tough battle.

'That chap… What kind of monster is he…

'I already knew that the Prefectural Champion from each batch would be a downright beast in human form…

'But this Fang Xingjian… * only had his job transition a month ago… And he hasn't given anyone else the chance to shine ever since.'

Many others looked equally shocked.

Standing behind Fang Xingjian, Zhou Yong had been yelling and swearing at him all the while, but now he was like a strangled duck, speechless, with his mouth agape . He was staring wide-eyed at Fang Xingjian, as though he was looking at an enormous prehistoric beast, and not a mere human.

Ferdinand, on the other hand, was laughing bitterly, lying down on the ground while looking towards the skies. He did not know what to comment on this competition.

Robert looked at Fang Xingjian with excitement in his eyes. He was extremely thankful for his judgement, and it further cemented his decision of following behind Fang Xingjian from now on.

Fang Xingjian sat cross-legged on the ground, his mind still running through the sword techniques he had just learnt. Other than the two sets of Nurturing techniques he had acquired from Zhou Yong, the four swordsmen he had trampled on were from different factions and academies. After depleting all their energy, he had managed to pick up eight sets of Nurturing techniques from the four of them.

However, after practicing them through his mind for a while, he seemed to realize that everyone else was still staring blankly at him. He opened his eyes, threw a glance towards Robert and said, "Go seize their fortress. This way, the battle will be concluded, right?"

"Yes… yes… I've got it." Robert stared at Fang Xingjian, who seemed extremely annoyed. He was trembling in fear just talking to him. He then nodded and ran towards the opponent's fortress.

Claude chuckled coldly, "There's going to be a good show this time. Fang Xingjian, I really want to know what would be the outcome if you were to fight it out with the group of weirdos from Classes 248 and 249."

Classes 248 and 249 had spent the longest time in the academy. They had enrolled seven or eight years earlier than Fang Xingjian's batch. They were also known to be the most powerful classes.

The Prefectural Champions from the two classes were recognized as the two strongest Knights in the entire academy. Even that person from Class 248, who had passed the Regional Selections, was thought to be only slightly stronger than those two.

Following the end of the competition, Huang Lin and the Headmaster walked out all smiles. They had won plenty today, and the remains given by the Kirst's City Lord could be used to make a Divine Weapon for Fang Xingjian.

Netherworld Valley's antidotes could go into the academy's resource reserve. Even if they were to sell them, they would still make a great profit.

The Body Tempering Ointment that the Tresia Clan had just lost could be used directly on Fang Xingjian to increase his body's potential.

Also, the manor that the ex-aristocrat Houston lost was even more valuable. Even if no one stayed in it, they would still profit greatly from selling that house.

However, just as they walked out of the valley and headed in the direction of the academy, a shadow suddenly appeared before them, blocking their way.

The two men stopped, and after a good look, they noticed that it was Kirst's City Lord who was blocking their way.

Huang Lin laughed out in alarm, "Hey old man, you can't be feeling bad about your loss and be planning to get rid of us?"

"Hmph." Kirst's City Lord scrunched up his face and asked, "It's like this, you know I've attained a great level of mastery with the rod. But… my daughter prefers the art of the swords. I see that Fang Xingjian's sword arts aren't bad. Would it be possible for him to teach my daughter?"

Huang Lin was shocked, and replied, "Old man, you can't be thinking of introducing your daughter to Xingjian?"

Hearing those words spoken from Huang Lin's mouth so explicitly, Kirst's City Lord could not help but turn flush, saying, "What nonsense are you spouting? I'm just letting the young people get to know each other."

Earlier, as he was leaving, he had felt a lump of resentment in his chest, and thinking about how he had to give up the remains which he had only laid his hands on not long ago, he felt even more peeved.

But at that moment, a subordinate mentioned to him that Fang Xingjian seemed to have no kin nor relatives, and if he could have him as a son-in-law, to be added to his family, then the Superior Remains Divine Weapon would still be his, and Fang Xingjian would even be considered half a son to him.

The suggestion got Kirst's City Lord interested immediately. Hence, the current scene before Huang Lin.

Seeing that Huang Lin had more to say, Kirst's City Lord yelled, "Alright, alright. I'll have my daughter send the remains over tomorrow. After that, just let Fang Xingjian give her some guidance on her swordsmanship every week."

With that, he dashed off without looking back, as though he was not at all worried that Huang Lin and the Headmaster would disagree.

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Chapter 86 Blurred Specialty

With Robert running off to take over their opponent's fortress, the instructors who were acting as referees announced the end of the competition, Fang Xingjian's Class 256 being the winner.

On the cliff, Class 252's members fell into a strange silence. Everyone seemed to be recalling the scene where Fang Xingjian was like the autumn's wind sweeping through the fallen leaves, utterly crushing Clash 253.

Renault took in a deep breath, staring at Fang Xingjian, who sat cross-legged, silently cultivating, and suddenly said, "This Fang Xingjian is really strong."

"The Windstorm Sword Hero is naturally strong," Xiu Yi's gaze shone with a cold gleam, "It's just that I never thought that he'd be so powerful."

At that moment, strong killing intent filled the two's hearts in an instant. Looking at the youngster who had merely transitioned a month before, but was able to easily defeat strong Knights who had been cultivating for three years after they had completed their transition, how could they not be jealous? How could they not be furious? Flames of jealousy were burning in their hearts, with a strong urge to replace Fang Xingjian.

'Such talent, such talent... Why is it not on me?!' Xiu Yi's eyes glared at Fang Xingjian, revealing a greedy gaze like a snake's.

But the next moment, they hid their killing intent. At least for now, at least in the academy, it was impossible for them to attack Fang Xingjian.

"The others in Class 256 are nothing to be afraid of. The crux lies with Fang Xingjian. If we want to defeat them, we just need to defeat Fang Xingjian," Renault said, licking his lips.

"Maybe there's no need to defeat him," said Xiu Yi, his eyes narrowing, "Maybe we just need to hold him back.

"And in this world, it's not like with speed, one is invincible."

"That's right." Renault broke into a wide grin. "As a matter of fact, I love opponents who specialize in speed, hehehehe."

At that moment, a commoner Knight from their class ran over to Xiu Yi and said, "Young Master Xiu Yi, someone from your clan came by, saying that they have something to pass on to you."

Seeing the referee announcing their victory, Fang Xingjian gradually stood up. Anthony and Jack were the first to run up to him, saying excitedly, "Won, we've won!"

"Xingjian, you're too awesome. You...You defeated all ten of them by yourself!"

Ferdinand, as well as Carter and Zhou Yong who were behind them, had recovered their strength and were standing up. However, their expressions were extremely grim.

Although they had won the competition, on the battleground, they had not performed at all, simply being treated like clowns. To be wiped out by Fang Xingjian alone before so many important characters... it was really too embarrassing.

Ferdinand's expression was also extremely grim. He took a long look at Fang Xingjian, and then turned to leave.

Class 253's Claude was still sitting on the ground, panting, as he looked at Fang Xingjian and said, "This time, it's your win. Next time, I definitely won't lose."

Fang Xingjian threw him a side glance, not bothering to reply to him. Amongst ordinary people, Claude was already considered a monster. However, when faced with Fang Xingjian's talent, once he was overtaken, there would be no way that he could catch up in his whole life.

Seeing how much Fang Xingjian was looking down on him, Claude snorted coldly, with defiance, but did not say anything else. He only made up his mind to put more effort into his training when he went back.

'Seems like it's time to make a trip back to Netherworld Valley. Even if it means that I have to train to get the Hundred Toxin Battle Physique, I must definitely defeat this fellow at least once.'

Jack said, "Let's go have a feast to celebrate."

Fang Xingjian shook his head, "You guys go ahead. It's on me."

Boris smiled. Coming from the Shadow Moon Academy, he had spent his life living in the forests, spending his days hunting and roasting.

Their academy worshipped the strong, and worshipped powers.

He had initially thought that Kaunitz, Barbara, Ferdinand and himself were the strongest in this batch of Knights, but ever since Fang Xingjian had defeated Kaunitz, and now having seen him defeat ten Knights, his gaze towards Fang Xingjian was brimming with feelings of admiration.

"Xingjian, let's have a get together at my villa. I've brought our academy's roasted ferocious beasts. This is our Shadow Moon's speciality, you must definitely try it."

Fang Xingjian shook his head. His mind was filled with the new sword techniques he had picked up today, and was simply not interested in having a get together with them.

The next moment, ignoring the others, Fang Xingjian's body swayed slightly and he dashed off. From afar, it looked like a black line was cutting through the sky, in the direction of the academy.

But just as his silhouette was about to disappear, a voice rang out from faraway, reaching their ears.

"Send a portion of the roast meat to my villa."

Jack blinked, saying, "Recently, Xingjian seems to have taken a liking to food."

Anthony smiled, "It's probably because the Headmaster is stuffing him with too many delicacies, so his appetite has increased."

Fang Xingjian turned into many afterimages, and within a few minutes, he created gusts of strong gales and dashed into his training room.

All the servants he passed by bowed and greeted him. With a loud sound, the door to the training room was slammed shut.

In the room, Fang Xingjian turned into myriad sword shadows, displaying the sword techniques he had secretly picked up without holding back.

Today, he had learnt a total of ten sets of Nurturing techniques. Fang Xingjian first simulated the training in his mind, so his training speed was much faster than ordinary people. As such, when he demonstrated the techniques physically, sword shadows flourished, as if hundreds of flowers had bloomed at the same time, spreading out countless brilliant sword lights.

These ten sets of sword techniques he had just picked up were leveling up at an incredible speed, which could be seen by the naked eye.

His current experience and level of cultivation in sword arts far exceeded what it had been in the past. His talents in sword arts were displayed to a greater degree, and within a short five hours, he had already brought half of the sword techniques up to level 10.

Thereafter, he took a short break, and had the dinner sent by the academy before resuming his training.

Another three hours passed, and all ten sword techniques were now at level 10.

However, only two of the sword techniques provided him an additional attribute increase. It meant that these two sets of sword techniques did not overlap with the effects of his other Nurturing techniques, and could provide him additional potential.

A ratio of two to ten. With the increase in the number of Nurturing techniques he picked up, the number of effective Nurturing techniques he picked up would diminish increasingly.

Wiping the perspiration off his forehead, Fang Xingjian saw that a maid had dozed off while she was waiting.

Next to the maid was a small push cart.

Fang Xingjian walked to her, opened up the lid to the small push cart, and saw that there was a big bowl of roasted meat.

It was a pity that quite a lot of time had passed, and the roasted meat had already turned cold.

However, he did not care about this, and directly tore off a big piece of meat and started eating.

At that moment, the maid woke up, and seeing Fang Xingjian's actions, she got a shock and said loudly, "So… Sorry... Let me go heat it up for you."

"No need." Fang Xingjian waved off the maid, and neatly stuffed down the whole piece of roasted meat down his throat, adding to his physical strength. He did not take note of the over ten potential points increase, but merely slowly appreciated the taste of the roasted meat.

"Not bad." After eating the last bit, Fang Xingjian snapped his fingers, and a maid walked over to him.

"Tell the chefs to learn how to make this roasted meat. I want to eat it tomorrow as well."

"Yes." The maid seemed to be used to this, nodding as she took her leave.

Fang Xingjian headed towards the room, meanwhile looking at his Specialties Window. There were a few blurred words trying to form, but still unable to do so at all.

This was something which had happened after he had brought all ten sets of Nurturing techniques he had picked up today to level 10.

Fang Xingjian looked at this scene curiously, thinking to himself, 'What speciality is it?"

'Am I still short of something before I can get it?

'Could it be that I'll need to cultivate even more Nurturing techniques?'

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Chapter 87 Information

Early the following morning, majestic bursts of sword Qi shot into the sky like laser guns from Fang Xingjian's courtyard, as though they were about to tear the sky apart.

Every released burst resulted in roaring sounds in the air. Even the cups and teapots in the villa were gently shaking with the tables.

A group of workers were in the midst of repairing the windows near the courtyard, strengthening the glass panes. The shattered glass panes had been the result of shockwaves dissipated in the air when Fang Xingjian had released his sword Qis the day before.

A few of them would occasionally look in Fang Xingjian's direction whilst repairing the windows.

Fang Xingjian was standing casually, a three feet long sword in his hand. He would swing, hack, and slash through the air every now and then, releasing sword Qis akin to legendary dragons coming up from the seas, which pierced through the air like the milky way cascading downwards.

The workers witnessing the scene were struck dumb with amazement.

"Is this the level of a Knight? That's really amazing."

"That's not an average Knight," a worker with an ape-like chin and protruding mouth said. "That is a Windstorm Sword Hero. Do you know what's a Windstorm Sword Hero? It's a job for someone who will eventually reach the Divine level!"

On one side of the grass patch, Robert stood there respectfully, watching Fang Xingjian swinging his sword in an unconstrained manner. Unconsciously, his head lowered even more.

Fang Xingjian stood in the yard, quietly practicing the Supreme Mistwind Sword. Compared to a month before, he was able to release his sword Qis more than ten times more freely. An hour later, the metal sword shattered. He casually dusted off the metal powder from his hands, no signs of any physical exhaustion reflected in his movements.

He glanced at the side of the yard. Robert had been waiting for a long time.

Fang Xingjian waved his hand, and servants carried tables and chairs, dishes, even a sun canopy, over to him. In the blink of an eye, the lawn had turned into an alfresco restaurant.

Fang Xingjian nodded lightly, gesturing for Robert to have a seat, and the latter hurried over.

Fang Xingjian drank a huge bottle of milk, then he started devouring the grilled meat of ferocious beasts which the chefs had prepared by imitating Shadow Moon Academy's cooking method. As he ate, he asked, "You're early today. What's the matter?"

Robert started, "Xingjian, it's like this. I've heard some news that may be related to today's competition." At this moment, Robert, though more burly and muscular than Fang Xingjian, looked as tame as a cat in front of Fang Xingjian.

There was only one reason for this – Fang Xingjian had displayed a strength more than ten times greater than his. He truly knew how terrifying Fang Xingjian could be.

Anyone out of yesterday's Class 253 members would have beat him, hands down. This was the difference between the Royal Academy and his small Dojo.

However, Fang Xingjian had coolly dismissed ten such people, making Robert open his eyes to the scary side of Fang Xingjian. Deep down, he knew that Fang Xingjian could probably stab him to death in a few moves.

Furthermore, it had only been a month since Fang Xingjian had transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero.

Naturally, he was thinking of means and ways to get his hands on such a strong backing. The reason why he had dismissed his dojo and joined the Empire was so that he could get the Empire's backing.

In today's competition, Fang Xingjian's class, Class 256, would be up against Class 252, which Renault and Xiu Yi belonged to. This was a class which had transitioned four years earlier than them.

Hearing his visitor's words, Fang Xingjian set to finish the bowl of seafood soup next to him. These ferocious sea beasts were not only physically enormous, which made them difficult to catch, their vital energy and blood were also ten times more powerful than the terrestrial ferocious beasts. Their taste was fresher as well.

Fang Xingjian had only opened the cover, and a rich aroma wafted out, making Robert gulp.

He finished it in one gulp. The meat dissolved in his mouth instantly, the freshness pounded against his oral cavity, eventually dissolving into a surge of warmth that flowed throughout his body, increasing his potential by over tens points.

A tinge of greed could be seen in Robert's eyes. In this world, power was important, and money could be used to purchase all sorts of resources.

Any Knight could not have enough of such products made from ferocious beasts which could, meant to increase potential, as well as food that could enhance one's attributes.

However, not everyone had access to so many resources, like Fang Xingjian did.

Money and power. These were crucial factors that widened the gap in ability between the aristocrats and the commoners.

Fang Xingjian asked, "What news?"

Robert quickly replied, "I've asked around for information regarding Renault, the Prefectural Champion from Class 253. His first transition job is Soulseeker Archer. Among the seventeen jobs provided by the academy, it's one which is best against jobs with quick speed. It's said that in the entire academy, there's no one who can match the speed of his arrows."

"Oh?" Fang Xingjian smiled. "How fast is it?"

"The Soulseeker Archer has a skill called Formless Shot. It's said to be faster than sound. By the time you hear it, the arrow will have already pierced through you. That's why it's impossible for the naked eye to see this skill. It's useless to rely on sound either. It's an extremely fast arrow.

"And his Homing Arrow, it can freely navigate and turn in the air, moving back and forth relentlessly without stopping."

Interest deepened in Fang Xingjian's eyes. "So how did other people win against this team? Class 252 isn't currently the strongest class in the academy, right?"

Robert nodded. "Everyone fighting against Renault put on heavy armor and carry strong shields. Five of the team members would stand together and simultaneously put up the Reduced Force Field for defence, then slowly pushing in to claim the fort.

"But even with that, Renault succeeded quite a few times in defeating Knights whose levels and attributes were higher than his."

Seeing that Fang Xingjian was listening attentively, Robert continued. "So, we can use the same method. I've borrowed five sets of heavy steel armor from the other classes. Five of us can work together to provide cover for you while you can rush into their fort after we've reached it, defeating them at once and claiming the fort for the win.

"If Renault is defending outside, we'll be on guard at the gate, preventing him from entering. Should he start shooting at the fort from the beginning, you can engage him in close combat after charging in. This way, the chances of victory will be much higher."

Fang Xingjian made no comments. Robert thought that it was strange. Although he knew that his strategies were not flawless, one could still say they were outstanding.

Thus, Robert continued, "Xingjian, although you have transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero, it still hasn't been that long. A Soulseeker Archer like Renault is overly superior at suppressing jobs focusing on speed.

"Everyone in the academy is betting on their win."

The servants, teachers, instructors in the academy would organize betting activities during the competition. Fang Xingjian was very much aware of it.

However, after finishing what was left of his meal, Fang Xingjian nodded and remarked, "Your plan isn't bad, but I'm not going to use it."

Robert was shocked. "Why not?"

"Because I'm faster."

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Chapter 88 Confidence

Robert frowned and left. He was unable to understand what Fang Xingjian meant, or rather, he had understood but he still could not believe it.

'Faster than sound?'

Thinking of this, he only felt the hair at the back of his head standing up, as if forcing him to stop his train of thought.

An arrow breaking through the speed of sound and a person breaking through the speed of sound were two completely different concepts. Robert did not even dare to imagine, and was truly unable to believe that Fang Xingjian had achieved the state at which he he could physically break through the speed of sound. He had just transitioned a month before. Could a first transition Windstorm Sword Hero exceed the speed of sound?

Even out of those people who were at the pinnacle of the first transition, very few were able to physically break through the speed of sound. And those who could were almost surely freaks who had been stuck at the peak of the first transition for over tens of years, or even decades.

'To be able to transcend the speed of sound at the age of sixteen, how can that be?' Shaking his head, Robert headed to his villa. Although his mind told him that it was impossible, recalling Fang Xingjian's confident smile, recalling how the other party had, all the way so confidently clinched the title of Prefectural Champion, become the Windstorm Sword Hero, defeated Kaunitz, defeated Class 253... He started feeling uncertain again.

That night, he took half of all his savings and went to the academy's underground gambling den, and bet on Fang Xingjian winning.

At the same time, a senior from Tresia Knight Academy who had become a Knight four years before, Class 252's Xiu Yi, sat upright in his room, unmoving.

On the table in front of him, there was a ring flashing with a faint silver light. The whole room seemed to resonate with excitement just because of that ring.

Xiu Yi looked at the ring on the table, his eyes brimming with pure greed.

'Ring of Lightning, made from the finger bones of a Knight with Waves which were electric in nature.' In Xiu Yi's mind, he silently recalled the relevant information related to the Ring of Lightning.

As long as this ring was worn, and synchronized with the user's Waves, it could be activated or deactivated in accordance to the user's wishes.

As long as the Ring of Lightning was activated, a layer of invisible and colorless lightning armor would form, going from the arm to the chest and to the stomach. It was unable to provide any physical defensive abilities, but it could inflict lightning damage on all attackers, with a numbing effect.

It also meant that after using the Ring of Lightning, if someone were to punch or kick his arms, chest, or stomach, or to clash with his longsword, the person would be electrocuted and numbed.

Electricity was a very special attack. It could use a human body as a transmitting medium, and during the transmission process, it could destroy a person's blood, nerves, muscles and other organs. It was an attack that both the strong and the weak would find difficult to fend off.

'Even if it's Fang Xingjian, as long as he touches my body during battle, no... As long as his sword touches mine, then his body will get an electric shock, and will automatically become numb.

'His attributes are very advanced, and the numbing effect might not be significant. But if his body turned numb during close combat, it would be enough for me to kill him ten times.'

This Ring of Lightning was simply created to deal with enemies who were specialized in high speed. No, rather it could be said that in a fight with warriors of the same level, this Inferior Remains Divine Weapon would be able to suppress almost all close combat opponents.

An excited smile lit up Xiu Yi's face. This Ring of Lightning was a rare find even amongst the Inferior Remains Divine Weapons, even in the Tresia Clan. But now, Rebecca had taken it out of storage and had given it to him.

Moreover, Rebecca had promised that as long as he could defeat Fang Xingjian, this Ring of Lightning would belong to him.

If getting an Inferior Remains Divine Weapon was considered a great deal, then being able to defeat Fang Xingjian in front of so many people would be an outstanding performance.

It was because Fang Xingjian had just transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero, and had even defeated all ten Knights in Class 253, singlehanded.

Defeating him in one-to-one close combat would be an extraordinary result, and Xiu Yi would stand out from the ordinary Knights.

Fang Xingjian was very strong, his talent astonishing, and his performance brilliant.

Many people were in awe of him and full of admiration for him. They also wanted to defeat him in order to become famous, and gain recognition from important characters.

Xiu Yi was obviously one of them.

'If I defeat Fang Xingjian tomorrow, my status in Tresia Clan will rise so much that even Kaunitz wouldn't compare to me.

'There's even... even a chance that I would get in the good graces of the few characters in the Imperial Capital.

'I can and definitely will defeat him!'

Xiu Yi gradually put on the Ring of Lightning, Waves circulating throughout his body and gradually synchronizing with the Ring of Lightning.

'He has the ability to control longswords from a distance, and to send them flying.

'But I can block them with my techniques.

'I must force him into close combat!'

Class 252's Prefectural Champion Renault was sitting quietly in the middle of a vast stretch of grassland, holding onto a more than two meter long enormous longbow.

The gigantic longbow was engraved with various streamline inscriptions with unknown meanings. The bowstring seemed to be a combination of countless muscles that were glowing faintly.

Stroking the gigantic longbow in his hand, Renault was brimming with confidence.

This was his weapon, an Inferior Remains Divine Weapon – Sacred Bow, a strong high-speed longbow. It could communicate with ether particles, forming predefined magnetic routes to create a force field through acceleration, and then using the accelerated force field to fanatically increase the speed of the arrows.

With this bow, he was confident enough to challenge all of his enemies.

Renault stroke the longbow, countless shrieks ringing out at the edges of the grassland.

Ten servants were standing in different areas, equipped with crossbows and arrows, simultaneously releasing arrows towards Renault.

These crossbows were obviously military grade equipment, sent by Renault's clan to support him. Even an ordinary person without any extraordinary powers would be able to create a tremendous force with them, as long as they had sufficient training beforehand. At the very least, in terms of speed such an attack would not lose to an ordinary Knight's full-powered dash.

These ten servants were only about a hundred meters away from Renault, and the ten crossbows were being shot out at the same time, less than a second away from fatally injuring Renault.

But in this short time span, Renault's hands moved so fast that they turned into a series of mirages, five sharp arrows suddenly appearing on the bowstring and soon disappeared, after which another five sharp arrows appeared and disappeared again.

Within the bowstring's tremor, one could possibly even see a subtle ripple, trembling in the air and in one's heart.

In the blink of an eye, Renault picked up the arrows, pulled the bow, launched the arrows and stopped. A series of crisp sounds came from the air, and all ten arrows sent in his direction were shot down.

Renault's steward came out from the darkness, applauding loudly and happily saying, "Congratulations, Young Master, for attaining a breakthrough once again, and reaching the stage of launching ten shots with one look for the Dragon Slaying Archery! There's a chance for you to clinch first in the upcoming inter-class competition."

Renault was practicing the Dragon Slaying Archery, a horrifying Killing technique which controlled arrows like a magnetic field with high speed continuous shots as the foundation, tapping on the natural reactive effects that the ether particles had on each other.

"I'm still a little bit off from those at the top spots, Class 248's Hamil and Class 249's Ralph, the strongest Knights in the academy, aren't that easy to deal with." Renault smiled, showing a confident look like never before. "But there's no doubt that I'll be able to deal with Fang Xingjian tomorrow. His defence is too weak. So what if he has great speed?

"Is he faster than my arrow?

"With my 'Eye of the Mighty Hawk', it's impossible for him to dodge my shots.

"Moreover, I've seen all of his movements today.

"He cannot escape my sight with his speed."

Eye of the Mighty Hawk was a speciality Renault had trained to attain in order to power up his archery. From the name alone, it was obvious that it would increase his visual abilities.

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Chapter 89 Lilia

Not long after Robert left, another visitor dropped by Fang Xingjian's villa.

In the training room, Fang Xingjian was cultivating the new Nurturing techniques he had learnt. Their class's competition was scheduled for the afternoon, so he was still making full use of this time to train.

It was then when loud sounds started coming from outside the villa.

Fang Xingjian stopped swinging his sword, frowning as he looked in the direction of the noise. The next moment, a loud piercing scream rang out with a deafening bang. A maid was screaming

Fang Xingjian's expression turned grim, and he dashed out with a strong gust of wind in a flash.

In the courtyard, a short figure with a height of about 1.6 meters slowly walked over to him. The metal gate outside the courtyard was twisted on the ground, obviously smashed open with brute force.

A middle-aged maid shouted out in surprise, "You... you cannot come in! The Headmaster instructed that no one is to disrupt the Lord's training."

The human figure impatiently said, "My father asked me to come. If not, do you think I'd even want to be here?

"Where is Fang Xingjian? I've come to bring him Knight's remains."

That figure bellowed out as loud as thunder, and in the blink of an eye, her voice had spread throughout the whole villa.

Fang Xingjian frowned amidst the strong gales. He looked at the smashed gate, and at the shocked maid who had dropped to the floor, then coldly asked, "Who are you? Why did you barge into my place?"

But he noticed that the figure seemed to be a little surprised.

It was a young girl with a height of about 1.6 meters. Looking at her face alone, with a ponytail and a neat row of bangs, she was extremely delicate, just like a pure high school girl.

But the girl's body made her appeared to be very strong. Her pair of long slender legs reached the height of an average girl's waist, her arms slightly bulging muscles, looking strong but not overly muscular. She held a gigantic sword about 1.5 meters in length, which would occasionally touch the ground casually. She gave off a strong impression of a person brimming with strength.

And at the same time a slight contradiction between her equally elegant and empowered look.

This young girl was very pretty, but at the same time, slightly muscular. Fang Xingjian could not cast aside the contradictory feeling he got.

Hearing Fang Xingjian's question, the young girl pouted and asked, "You're Fang Xingjian?

"I'm Kirst's City Lord's daughter, Lilia. My father got me to bring you this set of Knight's remains."

With that, without any restraint, she magnificently threw a bag towards Fang Xingjian. The latter casually caught it, and found two bits of arm bones which were white as jade inside the ragged felt pouch.

Although they had the shape of bones, the two looked like beautiful pure white jade, also giving off a gentle aura. When Fang Xingjian grabbed them, he even felt a strong cold air flowing from them, as the temperature around him seemed to drop slightly.

One could tell with one look that these were no ordinary items, but the remains of a Conferred Knight.

And just as Fang Xingjian lowered his head to look at the remains, Lilia let out a loud thunder-like roar, the 1.5 meter long huge sword in her hand suddenly spouted sound waves of wind and thunder. With a leap, she slashed down fiercely.

Fang Xingjian did not move at all. Even the hand which he had just used to receive the remains did not even tremble. With a slight flash of his right hand, as if lightning had appeared out of nowhere, he blinded everyone there, making them subconsciously close their eyes. After a loud boom, Lilia cried out in pain. She had been sent flying, only managing to come to a stop after she had tumbled over ten times.

All the servants in the surroundings looked towards Fang Xingjian, only to discover that he had not moved an inch. His longsword was back into its sheath, making them wonder if he had even drawn his sword in the first place.

An ignorant villager would have considered this quick attack to be demonic powers or magic.

Lilia struggled up to her feet and stretched out her muscles a bit, looking just fine. Her eyes, fixed on Fang Xingjian, were brimming with light.

Fang Xingjian was secretly a bit surprised as well. He had intended to knock her out with that attack. To think that she had not just gotten back up to her feet, but at the same time, other than a slight disruption to her vital energy and blood, she seemed to be perfectly fine.

Lilia's body seemed to be as strong as that of a ferocious beast's.

"Alright!" Lilia let out a maniacal laughter, picking up her huge sword, and charged forth once again. "Here I come again!"

The two swords clashed once again at a speed which the naked eye could not follow, and Lilia flew out once again. However, just as she was about to dash forward once again, she felt something cold at her neck. Unknowingly, Fang Xingjian had already appeared beside her, the longsword in his hand closely stuck to her neck.

"Your persistence is getting out of hand."

However, when faced with Fang Xingjian's cold words, Lilia's face was filled with excitement as she said, "Master, please accept a bow from your disciple!"

Fang Xingjian looked at the young girl strangely, and she shouted, "Master! Your sword technique is really awesome! As expected of a super genius who is the first to become a Windstorm Sword Hero in fifty years."

Fang Xingjian turned to leave, "I don't take in disciples."

Lilia shouted, "I can pay you a tuition fee of one hundred gold each week!"

Fang Xingjian paused in his tracks, but once again moved on.

Lilia shouted again, "I'll present my father's remaining ten Wind Hawks to you as well!"

Ten Wind Hawks. They would probably be able to add on a bit of extra agility attribute to Fang Xingjian's current stats. Each of them was extremely rare. They were precious and valuable treasures which, despite there being people who were willing to pay high prices for them, most people were unable to get them.

Just as Fang Xingjian was considering if he should give some guidance to her sword arts, Lilia seemed to have thought of something and said, "Right, right, it's my dad who asked me to get you to give me some pointers for my sword arts. Master, I even have the Headmaster's approval right here!"

As she was saying this, she searched around and finally took out a piece of a crumpled letter. Fang Xingjian frowned and took it. It was really a letter from the Headmaster. There was even stamp of the Royal Knight Academy at the bottom.

In short, it was stated that Lilia was given the permission to enter the academy everyday and receive sword arts guidance from Fang Xingjian.

On the other hand, Lilia crossed her hands in front of her chest, looking at Fang Xingjian with great expectations. The way she lifted her head and looked at him with a pair of big round eyes, she looked like Fang Xingjian's younger sister, or a kitten waiting in anticipation for its master to feed it.

"Alright, I got it. From tomorrow onwards, you can come over in the morning. I'll give you guidance on your sword arts for an hour, daily."

"That's great!" Lilia jumped up, laughing out loud.

On the other hand, Fang Xingjian reminded, "Don't forget to bring your father's remaining ten Wind Hawks as well tomorrow."

Lilia patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, teacher. I'll bring them all tomorrow. My father loved those beasts a lot and hid them somewhere safe.

"But I know where they are hidden.

"Don't worry and just leave it to me.

"Oh, right. You'll be participating in the competition this afternoon, right? I'll go cheer for you!"

Looking at the excited young lady, Fang Xingjian's brows furrowed even more. He did not wish to have such a noisy person shouting out loudly on the cliffs while looking at his competition.

Therefore, Fang Xingjian brushed her off casually, "No need. How about this. This afternoon, you can practice all of the sword techniques you have learnt and show them to me tomorrow. Treat it as a test."

Once he brushed off the young girl, he realized it was already noon. After he finished lunch, Jack and Anthony had already come.

Jack said, slightly agitated and yet worried at the same time, "Let's head to the competition together. So how is it, Xingjian?

"I heard that Renault is a nemesis to those who specialize in speed. Are you confident that you'll defeat him?"

Anthony patted Jack on the shoulder and said, "Don't put too much pressure on Xingjian. At least we've already won one round. Class 252 is even stronger than Class 253. We just need to do our best."

Fang Xingjian shook his head and coldly replied, "Since coming here, I've never once thought of losing."

Leaving the two staring at each other, speechless, Fang Xingjian headed for the location of the competition. He did the same thing again and carried in a big basket of metal swords on his back.

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Chapter 90 Start of the Match

In the valley where the competition was being held, the number of spectators on the cliffs were now several times more than the day before. The originally cold and cheerless mountain was filled with all kinds of people.

Evidently, news of Fang Xingjian having single-handedly defeated ten Knights of the first transition had widely spread, and it had attracted much commotion in Kirst. Countless aristocrats, students, or strong Warriors from major factions with connections had all came to spectate today. They all wanted to see whether the legendary Windstorm Sword Hero was as powerful as the rumors said.

Jack and Anthony followed Fang Xingjian into the battlefield, standing in front of the fort. They stared towards the silhouettes on the cliffs who were moving unceasingly, and sighed, "So many people came."

Jack was somewhat nervous as he spoke, "It appears that the aristocrats in the area as well as Elders from various factions, and even headmasters and sect masters also came."

Anthony laughed, "Look, Hogan has brought everyone from your City Guard Institution here as well."

On a cliff far away in the distance, Hogan and ten other soldiers were occupying an empty space. His head of red hair fluttered in the wind as he revealed an excited smile, turning his gaze towards the battlefield, "Interesting, interesting. Windstorm Sword Hero against Soulseeker Archer. Is the sword faster or is the arrow even faster?"

Amongst those at the back, Eldest Martial Brother Ogden was staring at a few other comrades, saying, "Let me tell you guys about this. Back in The School of Sword Arts, I was the one who gave Fang Xingjian guidance for his basic sword techniques. Back then, he had to refer me as Eldest Martial Brother."

Evidently, after learning that Fang Xingjian had successfully transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero, defeated Kaunitz, and had even single-handedly defeated over ten first transitioned Knights, Ogden changed his strategy once again and started bragging to his colleagues about his relationship with Fang Xingjian.

"Is that really true?" a person said in disbelief. "I heard that he only stayed in The School of Sword Arts for an extremely short period of time, and that he didn't really interact with others."

Ogden hurriedly replied, "What do you know? Although that Fang chap didn't like to speak, he still liked sword arts. Considering how long I've been in The School of Sword Arts, I was already exceptionally proficient with their basic sword techniques. Let me tell you, back then when I was guiding him on his sword techniques, he wouldn't even dare to rebut me in the slightest when I scolded him. That was because he knew how strong my basic sword techniques were.

"Stop boasting," Someone laughed, "You think we don't know how much you're worth? If you're really so familiar with him, do you dare to have bet with me? You'll bet on Fang Xingjian's victory for this round.

"Sigh." Ogden appeared rational as he analyzed, "Although this junior of mine has extraordinary talent and he's an amazing sword genius, he hasn't been cultivating for that long. Especially considering how the job Soulseeker Archer works best in countering high speed opponents, it'll be quite hard for him to win this round."

On another cliff, the Tresia Clan's clan head was sitting on top of a huge chair. Beside him was Rebecca, as well as a few others who belonged to the higher echelons of the clan. Behind them were another twenty or more students of the Tresia Academy.

With a bitter look on his face, the Tresia Clan's clan head said, "I've brought all of you here to spectate this battle, so that you can have a look at the Knights who are at the pinnacle of Tresia. You'll have to learn well from them, work harder, and try hard to become official Knights as soon as possible.

"Especially for you to witness Fang Xingjian's outstanding talent. He was able to defeat ten Knights despite having only been transitioned for a single month. This is truly utterly startling.

"This person will definitely become a sword master of his generation in the future. All of you must have to observe his movements attentively. It would be considered a blessing no matter how much you can learn from him."

The students all lowered their heads and assented. Vivian was within them, looking towards where Fang Xingjian and the others were at. A complicated expression could be seen on her face.

A while back, she was also learning in The School of Sword Arts. It had not even been a year, yet their status was as far apart as heaven from earth. Fang Xingjian had reached a place where she could only looked up to from now on.

Recently, Kaunitz's treatment towards her had gotten colder and colder, making her status in Tresia Academy undergo a rapid downslide. The regret in her heart was also unceasingly magnified.

Rebecca sat unperturbed on her chair, her eyes tightly shut, not speaking a work, as though she did not care about the competition at all.

She only glanced towards Fang Xingjian occasionally, concealing a strong smirk, as if she were looking at a fool.

"Windstorm Sword Hero? Hmph."

In a corner up on the cliff, Second Martial Brother Lambert had brought along six fellow disciples. As one of the Seven Pearls Academies, naturally, they had the privilege to spectate.

Lambert stroked his beard, looking much mature than before. After leaving Kirst to participate in the Tournament of the Sword Heroes, Kyle passed the administration rights regarding The School of Sword Arts to Lambert. Evidently, Lambert had officially joined The School of Sword Arts and had become an inner disciple.

He pointed in Fang Xingjian's direction as he spoke, "That person over there, standing at the front, is Fang Xingjian. He came from our school." The tone of his words were filled with pride. "As long as all of you put in effort in practicing the sword, in the future, you may be able to become a Knight just like him."

The youngest among the six students was only about seven to eight years old, while the oldest was at most fourteen. Upon hearing Lambert's words, their gazes filled with anticipation and worship as they stared at Fang Xingjian. Then, they all replied as one, "Yes, Martial Brother."

This time around, Class 256 was gathered in the fortress at the north end, while Class 252, which Renault and Xiu Yi belonged to, was gathered at the fortress located in the south end of the valley.

Gazing upon all the kinds of people standing on top the mountain cliff, Renault's lips curled upwards, unable to hold back his laughter, "Haha, defeating Fang Xingjian in front of so many people… Thinking about it… This feeling isn't bad at all.

"Xiu Yi. In the past, even if it was the finals, there weren't this many people spectating, right?"

"Of course not." Xiu Yi's left hand occasionally rubbed on the Ring of Lightning on his right hand. He wore an unfathomable look on his face, saying, "It's a pity that they're destined to be unable to witness Fang Xingjian's radiance today."

Renault stared at him in surprise as he spoke, "How should we fight later, when the competition starts? I'm confident I can defeat Fang Xingjian, but I'm just afraid that he would bypass me and head straight to occupy our fortress."

"Fang Xingjian is only one person, he's the one who should be worrying." Xiu Yi laughed and said, "Let's split into two groups later. You'll stay here to take advantage of the favourable location, and I'll take four men to fight Fang Xingjian."

He was worried in his heart that Renault might make his move too early and if Fang Xingjian was really done for, then wouldn't Renault have snatched his glory?

"Oh?" Renault smiled, "You seem really confident. So different from the usual you… But very well. Anyway, I alone am enough to defeat him, you can go ahead and play with him first."

Just as the two were was discussing their strategies, a fire beacon soared upwards from the Canyon. The competition had started.

An expression of excitement spread on Renault's face as he spoke, "Help me out, I want to send my greetings to them first."

Two Knights propped up Renault's feet. He squatted ferociously, and as the muscles on his legs swelled up, he leapt up into the air like a frog. Under the powerful counteracting force, the two Knights who were supporting Renault tumbled backwards as the latter shot up to a height of over ten meters into the air, like a cannonball.

Preparing his bow and nocking his arrows, he locked his eyes on Fang Xingjian, who was about a thousand meters away, on the other end of the valley.

Renault laughed lightly, saying, "Hello there, Fang Xingjian."

The next moment, five arrows slashed through the air with piercing shrills, as they flew at an explosive speed towards Fang Xingjian, just like shooting stars.

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Chapter 91 The Burst

Five arrows shot out at the same time, and terrifying shrieks filled the whole valley.

At the same time when everyone heard the piercing shrieks, the five arrows had already cut across almost half the distance.

Fang Xingjian's pupils slightly contracted, his High Agility Motion Vision activating at full power, and his ears trembling slightly, taking in all the tremor waves in the air and confirming the arrows' location and speed.

The next moment, five arrows slashed through the air in a beautiful arch, arriving before Fang Xingjian, as if they would pierce through him in the next instance and pin him to the ground.

But just then, Fang Xingjian's right hand moved. Everyone could only see his right hand disappearing then appearing again, gently tossing the shattered longsword in his hand onto the ground, but no one had been able to see what he did with his right hand from beginning to end.

At the same time, five rays of sword light flashed across in the air, just like five streaks of lightning slashing through space, making the white sword Qis of compressed air soar into the skies, only dissipating after rising tens of meters into the air.

And the five arrows Renault shot out were turned into powder. No one could tell whether Fang Xingjian had crushed them with his sword or with his sword Qis.

At that moment, Renault was still descending. The whole process had happened too quickly. So fast that most of the people had not managed to react to what had happened.

Without sparing a look for the powdered arrows, Fang Xingjian's gaze seemed to cut through layers of space, aligning directly with Renault's.

A hint of a smile appeared on the corners of Fang Xingjian's lips. The Knight attire he was wearing tightened up, and no one knew when, but another longsword had appeared in his hand. The longsword swept across, making the air currents tremble, and sending plants and trees flying, as tens of sword Qis encompassed his body.

With a loud bang, the basket on Fang Xingjian's back shattered, fifty metal swords soaring into the sky like swimming dragons, each of them encompassed by a stream of sword Qi that burst forth together with Fang Xingjian, making it seem as if he was riding the wind and his swords.

With the activation of the Supreme Mistwind Sword, the control his swords and Qis had over each other had been set into motion. His Single Sword World Subjugation specialty had always been activated ever since he had first held the sword.

Stepping forward, he appeared hundreds of meters away in but a flash.

Renault's expression turned grim, and as he landed, he said, "Be careful, he has dashed over alone." Shooting the five arrows from such a distance, he knew that with Fang Xingjian's abilities, he would definitely be able to fend them off. However, Renault would never have thought that Fang Xingjian would be able to break through them so easily, so casually.

It was then that Renault suddenly realized that he had underestimated Fang Xingjian's abilities. When the other party had been up against Class 253 the day before, it was likely that he had not brought out his full powers.

But as he stroked the Sacred Bow in his hands, his confidence soared yet again.

'It's alright. As long as I can shoot him down before he comes to me, it'll be fine.'

A confident smile appeared on his face, as he indifferently said, "Xiu Yi, you go stop him at the grassland two hundred meters away. I'll shoot him down from the fortress.

"Within a distance of two hundred meters, it'll be impossible for him to dodge."

Xiu Yi's brows furrowed. Earlier, he had been on the ground, and had obviously not seen the moment when Fang Xingjian fended off the five arrows in a mere instant. He could not understand Renault's abruptly serious tone.

Of course, most importantly, he did not wish to work together with Renault to defeat Fang Xingjian.

Working together to defeat a Knight who had just transitioned one month before, even if said opponent was a Windstorm Sword Hero, was not a glorious act.

However, defeating the opponent alone, especially since the other party had recently defeated ten Knights single-handedly, would truly be a glorious act.

Therefore, Xiu Yi shook his head and said, "I alone will be enough." With that, he took a step forward, not towards the grassland in front of the fortress, but towards the forest.

Compared to the open grassland, the forest was filled with obstructions, and Renault's archery skills and options would be significantly limited.

"You!" Renault did not expect that Xiu Yi, who had been suppressed by him all this while, would suddenly say something like this. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at Xiu Yi, saying, "What is the meaning of this?"

As he said that, he once again drew his Sacred Bow, but his arrow was aimed at Xiu Yi's back.

"Didn't you hear what I said?

"I told you to head to the grassland to stop him."

Locked on by the bow and arrow, Xiu Yi stopped in his tracks, his brows tightly knitted, "Why?

"You want to kill me?

"Then you can go ahead and try, see if it's effective."

Within ten meters of Xiu Yi, the Waves in the air turned erratic, layers of something invisible like glass gradually appearing in Xiu Yi's Reduced Force Field, as if layers of invisible armor were encompassing him.

In Class 252, Renault's role and transition job was Soulseeker Archer, and he had learnt the Killing technique – Dragon Slaying Archery.

Xiu Yi's transition job was Warfare Fortress, and he knew the Killing technique – Steel Domain, which focused on defence.

Their battle plan had always been Xiu Yi at the forefront, and Renault hiding at the back, shooting fanatically. It was also because Renault had a domineering personality, and given his status as a Prefectural Champion, he had always been suppressing Xiu Yi as Class 252's leader.

Now, layers of force field shield created from the combination of Reduced Force Field and ether particles had compassed Xiu Yi's body. Ten layers of force field shields appeared before Reduced Force Field, making Renault turn even more grim.

He did not know why Xiu Yi, who had always appeared as inferior before him, would suddenly be so headstrong.

Even with his Sacred Bow and Dragon Slaying Archery, it would be an extremely troublesome task for him to break through Xiu Yi's force field shield within a short amount of time.

"Go to the grassland, Xiu Yi." Renault's voice exuded chills. "If I lose this match because of your blunder, I'll pin you to the ground one arrow at a time."

Seeing the two drawing their sword and bow against each other, the remaining eight Knights all felt anxious and worried. However, regardless of whether it was Xiu Yi or Renault, both were much too powerful, and none of them would dare to step in and stop them at this point.

After a period of silence, Xiu Yi still moved forward, heading in the direction of the forest.

With the Ring of Lightning, he had full confidence that he would be able to win. Why would let go of the chance of to defeat Fang Xingjian all by himself?

Cold light gleamed in Renault's eyes, but he did not release his arrows in the end.

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll defeat Fang Xingjian alone. Xiu Yi, we'll leave our problem for after the competition."

"No need.

"Let me help you guys settle this."

Just as Renault finished saying his words, another male voice rang out. They saw Fang Xingjian's body encompassed by countless milky white sword Qis of compressed air, which continuously put pressure on the surrounding atmosphere.

Encompassed by these sword Qis, Fang Xingjian's Supreme Mistwind Sword was circulating to its limits, increasing his speed three times more than usual. He became like a prehistoric tyrannosaurus, yet also like the Windstorm Spiritual God of ancient times, charging into Class 252's team.

Behind Fang Xingjian, fifty black metallic longswords connected into one, as if a gigantic black dragon was slicing the wind alongside him, amidst the raging shrieks of the wind.

Sword winds blew, sword Qis rushed, and in the short moment he had burst forward, up to a hundred sword Qis all followed the edge of Fang Xingjian's sword, shooting off in all directions, surrounding every single person in Class 252, and catching them by surprise.

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Chapter 92 Quick Sword VS Quick Arrow

Just as his sword Qis blasted out, Fang Xingjian himself was like a bomb, relying on the Supreme Mistwind Sword, and charging into the opponents at an extreme speed about three times his usual speed.

His legs stomped down heavily on the ground, his raging strength like two waves of impact, blasting two big craters in the ground and making waves of air currents surge out in all directions from where his feet met the ground.

Plants, trees, dirt and sand were sent flying. Before Fang Xingjian, a Knight was staring with eyes wide open, looking at the direction he had just come from. The Knight's gaze still reflected a blurred afterimage of a person's silhouette. It was Fang Xingjian's silhouette.

Sword light flashed about, the plants and trees in the air still dropping one by one. The pupils of the people in the surroundings slightly contracted, their faces twitching, their, hands reaching out closer and closer towards their weapons.

But the sword light from Fang Xingjian's sword had already brushed across the Knight's chest softly like lightning, and in the next three seconds, countless sword Qis made the Knight's chest explode, as he was sent flying and spewing blood. In his gaze, a blurred shaky black shadow was still reflected, alongside that sword light which had slashed through the sky.

Ba-boom!

Fang Xingjian once again exerted force on his legs, the longsword in his hands shattering into pieces. He casually grabbed another from behind him, the fifty metallic swords now standing in the sky one less.

With a tremble of his longsword, a hurricane of sword Qis formed, and as Fang Xingjian's silhouette flashed about and disappeared, a long stream of air current took form.

Within the short moment in which Fang Xingjian changed his form, a total of seven arrows pierced through the afterimages he left behind, landing onto the ground.

Renault's eyes contracted so much that they appeared to be like needle tips, his hands shaking as if he was convulsing, creating a series of afterimages. The Sacred Bow let out a series of cries, a melody resonating from the bow and bowstring.

He seemed to be the only one out of the ten who could keep up with Fang Xingjian's movements, and even attack.

But even if that was the case, he was still a notch slower, and could only helplessly look at how Fang Xingjian changed his form before the arrows were even shot.

However, the next moment, he focused like never before. With the sight seen through the 'Eye of the Mighty Hawk', the silhouette entirely encompassed by sword Qis had already spurted forth towards him.

The muscles throughout his body tightened in that instance, and Renault's hand seemed to have completely disappeared at that moment. He simply watched the arrows in his quiver disappearing one by one.

60 points in strength and 80 points in agility had been released explosively, all at once.

His speed could not keep up with Fang Xingjian's at all, but at least it could still, albeit barely, keep up with the Fang Xingjian who had yet to activate his Boundaries Negation.

At the same time, the ether particles in the surrounding space all seemed to be boiling, aiming at Fang Xingjian through Renault's consciousness, as if they were magnetic tracks.

The bowstring trembled, and arrows were launched, each of them cutting through space, unceasingly accelerating on the tracks formed by the ether particles, their destination – Fang Xingjian's body.

With three loud sounds, the sword and arrows clashed, the three arrows broke into pieces. Fang Xingjian's longsword also shattered.

Fang Xingjian changed his sword, taking a step back. Loud whistling sounds came from the air currents, the longbow making low screeches, and the longsword once again shattered.

All these arrows locked and accelerated by the ether particles looked as if they had eyes, chasing after Fang Xingjian. Unless he hit them down with his longsword, they would not stop.

This was the ultimate move in the Killing technique – Dragon Slaying Archery – Homing Arrows.

But every time he knocked down two or three arrows, Fang Xingjian's longsword would shatter.

And Renault's hands did not stop, his eyes in a daze, arrows flying out like a waterfall, each of them cutting across the sky in a beautiful arch, chasing after Fang Xingjian.

Fang Xingjian focused his gaze, deciding to ignore the Homing Arrows following him, and dashed behind another Knight.

"Be careful!"

"All of you, get out of the way!"

"He's here!"

"Help!"

"He's here, he's here!"

Amidst surprised cries, piercing screams, and angered bellows, Class 252's team turned into a huge mess. Fang Xingjian was like a breeze, bringing along over forty longswords as he shuttled among them. And then the Knights fell, one by one.

Some of them were pierced by Renault's arrows, while others were casually knocked out by Fang Xingjian.

Everywhere he passed by, air would explode in crackling sounds. It was caused by the Knights displaying their Reduced Force Fields in an attempt to capture Fang Xingjian. It was a pity, but their reactions could not match Fang Xingjian's speed in the least, resulting in them only being able to crush the air with loud sounds.

And only after all eight Knights were knocked out did Xiu Yi, who had earlier run towards the forest, return with heavy footsteps to stand before Renault.

His eyes were filled with astonishment. The blurred silhouette was like the raging wind, and as streams of sword Qis shot out, he was completely unable to see Fang Xingjian's movements clearly.

Fang Xing, who had unleashed the full prowess of the Supreme Mistwind Sword wind, was much faster than when he had fought against Claude, the day before.

Renault's face was filled with killing intent. Looking at the eight Knights on the ground, his bow was stretched out like a full moon, and not even knowing when, he had drawn from his quiver an arrow flashing with bits of ice crystals.

His eyes were fixed on Fang Xingjian, the arrow aimed at the latter's head, while Fang Xingjian himself leaped around in the grassland, shuttling around, creating rays of sword Qis to slash through all the Homing Arrows behind him.

It was a pity that Renault had shot out over one hundred Homing Arrows, and it was not something which Fang Xingjian could deal with in a short moment.

Looking at the arrows which were close on his tracks, like hunting dogs, Fang Xingjian let out a cold snort, slashing with his longsword once again, and creating countless sword Qis, leading strong gales while he was midair. With a turn, he was already dashing towards Renault.

'Is he coming?'

Renault aimed his longbow and arrow towards Fang Xingjian, who was dashing towards him in a straight line. He did not dare to wait or relax. This launched arrow was his supersonic archery unleashed at his full powers, Formless Shot.

The veins on Renault's forehead swelled, Waves boiling through his body, and between heaven and earth, formless tracks created from ether particles crept outwards, locking onto Fang Xingjian.

The whole process sounded very slow, but Renault had practiced it tens of thousands of times, and his actions were so fluid that they seemed to be as fast as lightning. Just as Fang Xingjian turned and dashed towards him, the Formless Shot was successfully launched.

The bowstring trembled fiercely, and the sharp arrow cut through the sky.

The ice-blue arrow on the bow was a one-time use Empire's Divine Weapon, which was sufficient to make the target experience an abrupt temperature drop, down to negative fifty degrees celsius.

'Once it hits, Fang Xingjian will definitely lose.

'And those at their first transition or lower could only attempt to try receiving my Formless Shot head on, but will definitely be unable to dodge it.'

But just as various thoughts flashed across his mind, the moment just before the arrow was launched, Fang Xingjian's body did the impossible and accelerated once again, exiting Renault's line of vision.

A horrifying technique which transcended physical and material boundaries, the Boundaries Negation was activated, and Fang Xingjian's speed multiplied abruptly once again.

In an instant, the surrounding air turned extremely viscous. Each step he took created terrifying air explosions, and each sword Qi was accompanied by terrifying sound explosions, making the entire sword screech, as if it would shatter into tens of thousands of pieces the very next moment.

Supersonic human vs supersonic arrow.

Renault's Eye of the Mighty Hawk was no longer able to see Fang Xingjian's body, and just before he reacted, he felt an excruciating pain in his chest, a thunderous sonic explosive sound ringing out from all over his body as he was sent flying.

His Formless Shot fell a distance of over hundreds of meters away, passing by countless big trees and eventually piercing deeply into the cliff wall.

It was only when the crowd heard the explosive sound that they managed to react to the lightning-fast speed of the sword.

"Supersonic!"

"Achieving supersonic at level 10 of the first transition?

"What joke is this?"

"Windstorm Sword Hero... Is it really that strong?"

"Report this immediately... A genius who exceeded the speed of sound at the age of sixteen..."

At that moment, countless people at the top of the cliffs had the same thought, their eyes brimming with extreme astonishment, and looking at Fang Xingjian as if they were looking at a monster among monsters.

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Chapter 93 Victory

Huang Lin exhaled. Despite having undergone actual combat practice with Fang Xingjian almost everyday, and despite knowing very well how fast the other party's progress was...

He had already tried his best to overestimate Fang Xingjian's abilities. But seeing Fang Xingjian display a move which transcended the speed of sound, his eyes were still full of shock.

Transcending the speed of sound was a top notch ability. 80% of the Conferred Knights would be able to achieve this, and a minority of the Knights at the first transition would be able to achieve this state for a short amount of time, along with some of the top instructors in the academy.

But how old were they? For how many years had they been training for?

How long had Fang Xingjian been training for?

Having transitioned slightly more than a month ago, to think that he could already breakthrough the speed of sound physically! What terrifying talent he had...

Huang Lin exchanged a glance with Headmaster Jackson. Amidst their feelings of joy and admiration, unknowingly, a tinge of terror seemed to cloud the back of their eyes.

This student of theirs seemed to be slightly too awesome.

Just as Renault had been sent flying, while Fang Xingjian was gently landing, Kirst's City Lord abruptly stood up. The chair had shattered and turned into dust under him, showing how shocked he was by what he had just seen.

"Supersonic speed?

"At only sixteen years of age?"

He turned to the servant beside him and asked, "Have the other Windstorm Sword Heroes in past history been this strong as well?"

"After the other three had transitioned into Windstorm Sword Heroes, once they came across enemies of the same level, there was no battle they didn't win, nor did their attacks not reach their targets. But as for how fast they were, I'm not very sure."

Kirst's City Lord fell deep in thought before he finally said, "Get me some pen and paper."

As a Conferred Knight and also the head of a clan, Kirst's City Lord' abilities, naturally, were also above the speed of sound. However, how long had he trained before reaching this level?

He remembered only being able to physically break through the barriers of sound after six long years of training, once he had completed his first transition. How long had it been for Fang Xingjian?

He quickly wrote down a long list, all materials he had accumulated these past years with the scope of forging a Divine Weapon.

He passed the list of materials to the servant and said, "Later, take my token and head to back to my residence to gather all these materials. Tomorrow, send them to Fang Xingjian as Lilia's gift for Fang Xingjian taking her in as his disciple."

The servant calmly received the list, taking his leave. The other servants had long cleaned up the place and brought another chair for Kirst's City Lord to sit on.

Although Xiu Yi was the last person standing of Class 252's members, Kirst's City Lord's thoughts were no longer on the competition.

The ingredients he had initially gathered no longer had much use, since the bone remains had already been given away. Earlier, seeing Fang Xingjian's astonishing performance, he had planned right away to find a reason to give these to him, thus strengthening their relationship.

There was no other reason.

Transcending the speed of sound at the age of sixteen, and doing so just one month after completing his transition... Such a young man truly had an unfathomable future awaiting him.

"His abilities are probably already ranked amongst the top five out of all the students. Give it another one to two years, and Kirst will probably be unable to keep him anymore."

In the whole Knight Academy, the strongest were obviously the two Conferred Knights,Headmaster and Huang Lin. The other Knights, who were at their first transition, were also split into different levels.

The senior instructors who had been cultivating for decades were considered the strongest batch.

Following these were the geniuses, and other ordinary instructors who had been transitioned for seven to eight years now.

People like Renault and Claude, talented students who had only been transitioned for a short period of time, as well as the senior students who had transitioned for seven to eight years were next.

After them followed the ordinary students who had been training for three to four years.

Finally, the weakest batch were those Knights who had transitioned at some point in the last two years.

Moreover, those on the same level also had different abilities.

But no matter how it was, how long had it been since Fang Xingjian had started training?

The abilities he displayed could already be compared with those of the geniuses who had cultivated for seven to eight years, part of the second group.

In the competition that was to follow, even if his class lost to the classes who had been cultivating for seven to eight years due to the difference between the number of years spent training, Fang Xingjian's individual performance was already impeccable.

Many people felt that it was no longer possible for Fang Xingjian to defeat the two strongest classes after this. After all, no matter how strong Fang Xingjian was, he was just a single person. How many senior Knights would he have to go up against?

But even so, this did not tarnish their evaluation of Fang Xingjian, as his talent was truly too awesome.

Sighs echoed, seemingly echoing the countless thoughts of those on top of the cliffs.

Vivian looked around, at a loss. Those usually haughty Elders, instructors, teachers and Knights were all revealing looks of astonishment, unceasingly discussing amongst themselves.

However, she could simply not understand what had just happened.

She had only been able to see blurred images of flashing sword lights, and strong blowing gales, mixed together with blurred silhouettes. There was no way she have seen the battles clearly at all. After everything had gone silent, she could only see all eight Knights knocked out unconscious on the ground, and Renault spewing blood and falling, leaving only Xiu Yi standing there alone, at a loss.

'What is going on?

'Why did it end just like this?

'Are those Knights all useless bums?

'Losing just like that?

'What on earth are all of you being so shocked about?!'

But no matter how loudly she screamed out in her heart, it was useless. This was strength, this was power. The weak did not even have the ability to know the truth.

They seemed to be living in the same world as the strong, but they lived in different dimensions.

On the front row of the Tresia Clan members, the clan head's countenance turned increasingly grim, as if countless sorrows and troubles were coagulating in his heart. Beside him, Rebecca was staring hard with eyes wide-opened, her gaze filled with malice and viciousness.

'This little b*stard...'

The next moment, her eyes were fixed on Xiu Yi, as if waiting for some kind of miracle to happen.

On the competition field, Xiu Yi was holding onto his sword with both hands, expanding his Steel Domain outwards, while countless force field shields floated before him. Coupled with the Knight attire he was wearing, Xiu Yi's defence was considered top notch amongst those in the first transition.

But even so, it was a far cry from giving him any sense of security.

The Fang Xingjian before him was encompassed by whirlwinds and sword Qis which held him one inch off the ground, as he looked at him coldly, like a Windstorm Spiritual God.

His techniques, specialities, attributes, equipment, all appeared to be extremely weak when faced with the other party's extreme speed.

He could only console himself in his heart.

'It's fine, I have the Ring of Lightning.

'I have already activated the ring. As long as his longsword comes into contact with mine or slashes my Knight attire...

'As long as I win over the current him...

Xiu Yi looked at the fallen Knights, and looked at Renault, who had been sent flying and had been unable to get up ever since. His eyes flashed with a burning gleam.

'As long as I win over him...'

"Hey," Fang Xingjian suddenly asked Xiu Yi, "Are you from the Tresia Clan?"

Xiu Yi was dumbfounded, but he immediately nodded and said, "That's right, I'm Kaunitz's Martial Senior. Fang Xingjian, you've caused humiliation to Tresia. Today, I'll..."

It was a pity that Fang Xingjian did not hear him out. After hearing that the other party was from Tresia Academy, he had already lost interest in him.

That was because in the earlier battle of extreme speed, even Fang Xingjian had been unable to hold back in time, and had knocked out the eight Knights from Class 252 straight away. This had made him unable to pick up sword techniques from them.

And this Knight was from Tresia Knight Academy... He had long stolen all of Tresia Knight Academy's Nurturing techniques from Kaunitz and Zhou Yong.

Therefore, this metal can before him was hard and thick, and entirely unattractive for him.

Therefore, he did not let Xiu Yi finish his words, nor did he bother to take another look at him. With a flash of his silhouette, strong gales stirred up, and he turned into a tornado, dashing into the fortress.

Taking over the opponent's fortress determined the winner of the inter-class competition.

And how was it possible for Xiu Yi to catch up to Fang Xingjian?

Therefore, he could only watch as Fang Xingjian dashed into the fortress, and could only watch as the referee announced Class 256's victory.

What truly made his heart bleed was the crowd's reaction.

"Tsk, he's not going to wipe out the last remaining Knight while he's at it?"

"Why let him go?"

"Could it be that this fellow knows Fang Xingjian?"

"Oh, Fang Xingjian let that Knight off?" Lambert from The School of Sword Arts shrugged and said, "That Knight should count himself lucky. An attack which transcends sound... Just the thought of it hurts."

On the cliffs, the City Guards Institution's Hogan shook his head, smiling, "Xiu Yi's luck is good." He was also considered the academy's instructor, and could, of course, recognize the students.

Amongst the City Guards Institution's members, Ogden analyzed, "This is called giving face. No matter what, Tresia is a reputable clan in Kirst, and although Fang Xingjian is very strong, he will still need to show them some face. That's why he let the last remaining Knight off.

"Let me tell you, the knack to this is very profound..."

Tresia's clan head's countenance appeared better now. He now had no choice but to consider whether Fang Xingjian had the intention of mitigating his relationship with them.

On the other hand, Rebecca was so furious that her face was flushed red. She abruptly stood up, flipped the table to the side and left.

"Useless bums!

"A bunch of useless bums!"

In the field, Xiu Yi was also feeling extremely gloomy for having lost without a fight. He would rather Fang Xingjian defeated him than leaving it like this.

Even if he said that, even if he explained that he had the confidence to defeat Fang Xingjian, no one would believe him.

This feeling was so horrible that he wanted to spew blood.

"Fang Xingjian!

"Come back here!"

Of course, his furious bellow was once again treated as the cry of a loser.

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Chapter 94 Giving Guidance

Just like that, Fang Xingjian's class won two consecutive battles, accumulating 6 points in the group battle, tied with Class 248 (the most senior class, who had trained for eight years longer than Class 256), and Class 250 (enrolled six years earlier than Class 256).

Therefore, based on the time that they had used, and on the number of members eliminated during battle, Fang Xingjian's Class 256 and Class 248 (the most senior class, who had trained for eight years longer than Class 256) were chosen as the two classes to directly enter the semi-finals.

Thereafter, the classes ranked third to sixth, namely Class 250, Class 252 (Xiu Yi's and Renault's class), Class 249 (the second most senior class), and Class 254 all continued their battles in the elimination rounds after drawing lots.

The remaining three classes, with the lowest accumulated point totals, were eliminated immediately after the first stage.

Therefore, for the next two days, Class 256 did not need to take part in any battles. They only needed to wait for the elimination rounds to conclude, and would be able to enter the semi-finals for the top four classes directly.

In the days without any battles, Fang Xingjian kept practicing his sword arts in his own villa, of course... there were a few more others in these two days.

On the lawn, Fang Xingjian sat cross-legged on the floor, physically circulating the Training techniques, and the Nurturing techniques, automatic as usual, while in his mind he unceasingly practiced a few of the Nurturing techniques he had secretly learnt these past few days.

However, he would quickly glance over at that silhouette on the lawn every now and then.

Still, most of his focus was not on it. It was because the other party's sword techniques were too unbearably coarse. Even The School of Sword Arts' Ogden and Lambert were of a much higher level in terms of sword arts when compared to that young girl.

The one practicing her sword arts on the lawn was Kirst's City Lord's daughter, Lilia.

Today, after bringing along a whole cart of precious materials, she had started demonstrating her sword techniques under Fang Xingjian's command.

Today, her attitude towards Fang Xingjian was much more respectful than it had been the day before. She had obviously heard of how Fang Xingjian had not only wiped out all of the Knights in Class 252 the day before, but had even displayed sword techniques at the speed of sound, astonishing the crowd.

Therefore, Lilia was now waving her greatsword about in the air, sending soil and dust flying, shooting about grass and stones, and making a mess of the nice lawn.

After a very long time, she ran excitedly to Fang Xingjian, bowed respectfully, and asked in great anticipation, "Teacher, how do my sword arts look?

"How should I be training from now on?"

Fang Xingjian narrowed his eyes and threw a glance at her. Most of his consciousness was still focused on automatically cultivating the Nurturing techniques that he had secretly learned, as he spoke.

"Trash."

"Ahh?!" Lilia pouted and said, "How's that possible?

"The teacher my father got for me kept saying that I have great talent and that I am a genius for practicing martial arts. Usually, I'm very strong in fights as well!" As she said this, she clenched her delicate little fists.

Fang Xingjian knew that her teacher was not wrong to say that. He did not know if it was due to the powerful bloodline of Kirst's City Lord, or if it was because Lilia had grown up eating too many treasures of the world, but her attributes were good, and she even had an inborn speciality called 'Monstrous Strength', allowing her strength to be maintained at its peak for as long as her physical strength was not depleted.

This was obviously an extremely outstanding speciality, ideally suited for combat, and it could generally allow Lilia to maintain peak condition during combat at all times. Normal injuries would not affect her either.

But this also made her perform each stance at full power, which ended up affecting her sword arts practice.

Of course, her talent in sword arts was really poor, and that was also why the levels of her techniques were all very low. She was thus unable to pass the selection to become a Knight, having been stuck at level 9 for a very long time, and even decided to pass up on opportunities for the Prefectural Selection these past few years.

But regardless of how things were, she was still a genius who had more than 35 points in strength, with a mere level of 9. In terms of attributes alone, she was stronger than Kaunitz had previously been.

Hearing Lilia's words, Fang Xingjian shook his head, and did not bother to argue with her. He directly grabbed her hand, and led her to display the Nurturing technique that she had performed earlier.

From Lilia's display of her sword technique, he had already picked up all four sets of Nurturing techniques that she practiced, and this was him only taking a few glimpses every now and then. It was obvious that Fang Xingjian's talent was growing increasingly terrifying as he became stronger.

Lilia was grabbed by the hand and led by Fang Xingjian to perform the sword techniques. Occasionally, Fang Xingjian would slap her on the back, on her shoulders, or push on her upper thigh, lower thigh, or limbs.

Her pose and channeling of energy were adjusted continuously, while Fang Xingjian simultaneously spoke in her ear, "This set of Nurturing technique is one of extreme yang, and is a top notch sword technique, which tempers the bones and boosts the blood flow, but because of this, it is very important for your stance to be exact.

"If not for consuming so much good food since you were young, at this rate, you would have long since experienced a deficiency of your vital energy and blood."

As he said these, Fang Xingjian continuously corrected Lilia's actions physically. After completing the sword technique set, Lilia's face was flushed red, her eyes swirling, thinking in her little brain, "What is going on? Why is it that when teacher instructs me in my sword practice, I feel so comfortable and so hot?"

But after looking at her Stats Window, she immediately became excited.

"This is so amazing! From just one practice with you, the experience I received is the same as when I practiced it twice in the past!" Lilia said excitedly. "Teacher, you're really awesome!"

"If it's effective, then go practice." Fang Xingjian once again sat down cross-legged, cultivating his own sword techniques, "Practice until I tell you to stop."

"Alright!" Saying that, Lilia acted as if she had been injected with chicken blood [1, cultivating her sword technique while exerting all of her strength.

With this, the 'Monstrous Strength' in her body exploded out once more, and the surrounding grass suffered even greater damage.

And as Fang Xingjian provided guidance like this, he noticed that it actually levelled up his sword technique.

The Nurturing techniques he had secretly learnt during this time increased in experience as he guided Lilia.

And with the leveling of his Nurturing techniques, his Stats Window, which had been blurry for the past few days, suddenly became very clear again. Although he was still unable to see everything, he could tell that this speciality was formed of four words.

'This speciality... Does it require my level of sword arts to be higher?'

'Or do I have to pick up more sword techniques?'

'Or... Is it because I guided Lilia earlier?' Fang Xingjian thought to himself. 'I wonder what kind of speciality this is.'

While Fang Xingjian was deep in thought, Jack and Anthony came to the villa. Seeing Fang Xingjian sitting down cross-legged and cultivating, and Lilia fanatically waving her sword about on the lawn, they revealed hesitant expressions.

In the end, it was Jack who was the more thick-skinned of the two, so he said, "Xingjian, I heard that you were guiding this young lady in her sword training?

"We've also known each other for very long. Can you also give us some guidance in our training? Although we do not practice sword arts, with regards to the Nurturing Path, there should be some common principles in terms of the nurturing of our bodies."

They had been simply astonished by Fang Xingjian in the past two matches, and thus had thought of learning from him. Even if it only had a 1% effect, it could already be considered a great improvement.

Looking at the duo's gazes, filled with anticipation, Fang Xingjian wanted to reject them outright. Jack and Anthony did not have the Headmaster's recommendation, nor did they have a wealthy father like the Kirst's City Lord, to present him with gifts.

But thinking of how, after he had previously given Lilia guidance his specialty had become a bit clearer, he paused for a while, eventually saying, "Then just join in."

[1] Injecting chicken blood, or chicken-blood therapy was a therapy popular in China in the 1960s, which consisted mainly of drawing blood from a rooster and injecting into the patient. There were claims that the benefits of doing so included the strengthening of one's constitution, increased lifespan, or even healing a myriad of illnesses. Using this as a description suggested a negative connotation of an abrupt act of excitement or agitation of the individual.

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Chapter 95 Investigation

He had a different feeling compared to when he was guiding Lilia in her sword arts. Anthony and Jack practiced hand-to-hand combat and staff arts respectively.

However, even though the martial arts style they practiced was different, having reached the current level of sword arts, Fang Xingjian had a deep understanding of the control of strength.

Although he was not strong in the martial arts that involved hand-to-hand combat or the staff, he could easily point out flaws in their physical movements. And after they shared the incantations of their respective martial techniques with him, he could also correct their physical movements.

After all, regardless of whether it was a sword, a staff, or hand-to-hand combat, they simply varied in terms of physical exertions.

"Jack, your arm position is wrong. When you punch, all the energy in your body must be twisted into a line. Not only your muscles and bones, but your blood flow as well..."

"Anthony, the staff and sword have similar areas. The energy used when you perform your staff arts is extremely strong and bends easily. Therefore, you must control the exertion of strength, and not channel all of it, in order to improve your martial art.

"The two of you must remember, the moves are stiff, but humans are flexible. Each body is different, so after grasping the moves, one must make minute adjustments to match the body's condition.

Fang Xingjian sat on the lawn, and after completing his daily Nurturing and Training techniques' training, he continued to cultivate his newly acquired Nurturing techniques in his mind, also taking time to guide Lilia, Jack, and Anthony in their martial arts.

With the guidance he provided, not only did Jack and the others feel that they had learnt a lot, Fang Xingjian also felt a special sensation.

Usually, when he practiced the sword, rather than contemplating, he would be able to perform his martial arts as he wished just by relying on his senses alone. No matter what sword technique it was, he could pick it up just by seeing it only once or twice, and could experience swift progress even if he did not put much effort into it. Now, he no longer placed emphasis on the basic principles and rhythms of the sword techniques, since it was sufficient for him to simply practice while relying on his sword senses.

But now, when he guided Lilia, Jack, and Anthony, he could obviously no longer rely on his senses. It was because the three of them did not have Fang Xingjian's talent, and because when Fang Xingjian guided the three of them, he had to specifically tell them the knacks and cruxes out loud.

Fang Xingjian could sense that as he guided the three of them, he was also coming to a conclusion and making slight modifications for his own sword arts.

The few sword techniques that he had just acquired also progressed rapidly, the more experience he gained. And because teaching was just like a revision of his own techniques, while he provided guidance, even the techniques which had been abandoned after he had trained them to level 10, since the effects overlapped with the ones he had learnt before, he continued to gain experience points in all of them.

Booming sounds unceasingly rang through the air. Jack clenched his fists into punches, performing a glorious and powerful technique which combined strength with flexibility. Each punch brought along strong winds that blew in all directions, creating crackling explosive sounds. Most importantly, his blood gushed through his body, creating splashing sounds similar to big streams and rivers.

On the other hand, Anthony waved about the staff in his hands, and made a series of explosions with each swing as well, with resounding crackling sounds. His blood and internal organs all trembled, echoing like the sound of tsunamis.

Lilia waved the greatsword about while Fang Xingjian stood next to her. As she practiced her sword techniques, he would, at almost the same time, form a sword with his fingers, landing on her body with each point and channeling strong energy into her body, changing her blood's flow and breathing rhythm.

At the rate that they were going, Lilia had to constantly control the movement of every single muscle and every single bone. After just a few minutes, she was completely covered in sweat and she was starting to see stars.

But if she made a little blunder, Fang Xingjian's fingers would land on the flawed point, and as a red flush brushed across her face, she would also immediately correct her movements.

With regards to the application of various parts of the body in martial techniques, Lilia was obviously not comparable to Jack and Anthony. Jack and Anthony would only need pointers for a few crucial points, while Lilia needed direct step-by-step help.

However, such training was very effective. Lilia was half-forced to memorize all the applications of energy in the sword technique, and through repetitive practice she remembered it with her body as it became muscle memory.

An hour later, Lilia stopped, completely drenched in sweat. Her clothes were almost entirely wet, and the muscles all over her body trembled unceasingly, as if they were out of control.

Lilia threw a glance towards Jack and Anthony in envy and asked in great anticipation, "Teacher, when will I be like them?"

"It'll depend on how serious you are." Fang Xingjian said casually.

Jack and Anthony also stopped, looking gratefully at Fang Xingjian. Jack quickly spoke out, "Xingjian, thank you so much! Following your guidance, the progress of our cultivation has become twice as fast as before!"

"It's nothing." Fang Xingjian turned his head and looked in the direction of the main gate.

A beautiful young married lady holding the hand of a little girl was standing at the door. The little girl was very pretty, as if she was carved from white jade. She hid behind the married young lady, looking timidly at Fang Xingjian.

"Haha, you guys are here!" Jack laughed out loud and walked over, picking up the little girl. The girl chuckled and called out for her daddy while the married young lady smiled and stood there.

At the side, Anthony pouted and said, "I'd never have thought that a crude man like Jack would be able to find himself such a beautiful wife."

Fang Xingjian calmly asked, "Family members can also visit the academy?"

Anthony nodded, "They can come visit every week."

Saying that, Jack walked over while carrying his daughter. The little girl looked to be about five to six years of age. Her golden hair was tied up into two little braids, and she was looking shyly at Fang Xingjian and the others.

"Come have a look! This is my daughter Alice." Jack smiled, saying, "How is she? Isn't she cute?"

Hearing that, the little girl wrapped her arms tightly around Jack's neck, turning her embarrassed face away.

Lilia laughed out loud and walked over, reaching out a hand to pinch Alice on her cheek. "Haha, so cute! Let me pinch you!"

But how would Jack dare to let this girl with monstrous strength pinch his daughter? He dodged to the side and said, "Darn, are you trying to kill my daughter?"

"Aiya, just a pinch, just let me pinch her once." Lilia chased behind them and the two of them started running about.

At that moment, Fang Xingjian suddenly turned to look in the direction of the main gate.

Not noticing when he had arrived, the Headmaster was already there.

"Headmaster!"

The three of them shouted out in unison, "Then we shan't disturb you from your training, let's go."

After giving the three of them guidance in their martial art training that morning, the afternoon was time for Fang Xingjian to practice his Killing technique – Supreme Mistwind Sword.

They left, leaving Headmaster Jackson and Fang Xingjian on the lawn.

Headmaster Jackson said, "Your Master is really impatient, carrying a pile of materials and bone remains, and has gone off to search for an old friend to help you forge a Divine Weapon."

Saying that, he smiled, continuing, "But this time around, the one he found for you is truly an amazing master. You can well anticipate the prowess of this Superior Remains Divine Weapon."

"This is thanks to Headmaster's and Master's nurturing."

"Our nurture is secondary, the crucial thing is still your talent." Saying this, the Headmaster let out a sigh. "Supersonic speed..." Jackson took a long look at Fang Xingjian, "To tell you the truth, you've astonished us all. The news will spread very quickly, and I honestly don't know if it's a good or a bad thing for you."

The Headmaster shook his head, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. With your master gone, from now on I'll take on the role of conducting combat training with you." Saying this, he smiled again, "You need to be careful, I'm not as easy to deal with as he is."

Before he finished his words, the Headmaster had already attacked, launching a punch which seemed to shock even space and time. Amidst the thunderous sounds, Fang Xingjian felt as if he had knocked against a wall, and with a loud boom he was sent flying a distance of over twenty meters, leaving two long marks on the ground.

But the moment he stopped, strong gales started blowing. Fang Xingjian consecutively flashed about, swiftly forming up to a hundred of afterimages around the Headmaster.

It was a pity that Jackson's second transition, the Tyrant Fist of the Azure Skies, had too big of an advantage. His Reduced Force Field covered an area of more than a hundred meters, and with just a glare, he had shattered more than half of Fang Xingjian's afterimages. He then casually started throwing punches, each punch making an explosive sound, just like a FIM-92 Stinger [1, increasingly reducing the space in which Fang Xingjian could move in.

Compared to Huang Lin's sword arts, Jackson's fists were even more domineering, even more overbearing, even more aggressive. To top it all off, almost all of his five main attributes overwhelmingly suppressed Fang Xingjian's, and Fang Xingjian was almost scurrying off like a frightened rat.

At that same time, a series of claps rang out outside the villa.

"This is really pretty. A new Windstorm Sword Hero. When I was your age, I was not as fast as you are now."

Fang Xingjian and the Headmaster concurrently stopped in their tracks and looked in the direction of the gate.

A man dressed completely in black, with a black top, black pants, and a black mantle was slowly clapping. Standing behind him was a younger man dressed in a similar outfit.

At their sudden appearance, the Headmaster's pupils instantly contracted. The man who was clapping continued saying, "Hello, I am a Class One Investigator from the Royal Knight Association, Charlie.

"The reason I'm here today is because I'm in charge of the investigation regarding Fang Xingjian."

[1] A type of surface-to-air missile

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Chapter 96 Discussion

"Investigation?"

Headmaster Jackson stood in front of Fang Xingjian, looking at the two investigators, and said, "I remember that what I reported to the association was that the First Prince assaulted our official Knight, right?"

"My coming here is not related with the issue with the First Prince." The man dressed in black pulled down his black mantle, revealing an extremely pale-looking face with deeply sunken eyes.

The Knight Association's investigators were an existence which made any Empire's Knight's countenance change at the mere mention of them. As ordinary officials had no power over Knights, only these investigators had the right to investigate, interrogate or even attack them.

But because their numbers were limited and because they were given great powers, each time they conducted an investigation, it was a major operation. Each Knight who was brought back from being investigated were generally left half dead. This had given them an even more terrifying reputation amongst the Knights.

"I've received a tip-off that Fang Xingjian is suspected of colluding with enemies and committing acts of betrayal and treason to our country." The Class One Investigator Charlie smiled and said, "Based on our investigation, we've discovered that he has a questionable background. There are no official records on him at all until one year ago.

"So..." Charlie shrugged, "Aren't we here to conduct an investigation?"

"Charlie, you're Great Western Region's new batch of Conferred Knights, right?" the Headmaster said. The Great Western Region was the region Kirst was located in. The Empire was divided into eight regions, and ten participants were selected from each of the regions to take part in the Regional Selection.

Conferred Knights were those who had passed the Regional Selection, having completed the second transition. They were extremely strong Warriors who had broken through certain limits, just like the Headmaster, Huang Lin, and the First Prince.

The strong Warriors who were at this stage were extremely tyrannical, and far above the level of ordinary Knights. There were great differences even between their abilities and those of Conferred Knights, and at a level where the gaps between abilities were the widest.

The Headmaster's tone was ice-cold. "You've just become a Conferred Knight, and even had the opportunity to enter the association. You've neither kin nor relatives in the Imperial Capital and would like to look for a backer. I understand this. But are you sure you want to dash head-on like this, to be the first? Are you sure that your backer can keep you safe?"

Charlier squinted his eyes and said, "Oh? I really don't understand what you're saying, senior. In any case, we feel that Fang Xingjian is suspicious and we want to investigate him now. Are you thinking of using force to go against the Royal Knight Association?"

Fang Xingjian was about to step up, but was held back by Jackson. Jackson whispered at his ear, "Don't be rash. No matter whether you're in the right or wrong, once you resort to force, you're going against the whole association. Trust me, at least in the academy, they won't dare to do as they wish.

"Bear with it for a while. I'll look for some old friends and solve this issue very soon."

Fang Xingjian did not reply, but took a long look at Charlie.

Charlie smiled and said, "Done with the talking? Then I'll have to trouble you to come along with me. Based on the investigation procedure, I've found an office in the academy. We'll start from there."

Fang Xingjian gave a cold snort and followed behind Charlie. The Headmaster furrowed his brows, saying "George (the First Prince), is this your revenge?"

At the same time, the air next to Fang Xingjian's ears trembled slightly. It was the Headmaster using the Reduced Force Field to make tremors in the air, for voice transmission.

"Bear with it for a while. Remember, don't say anything. Don't admit to anything."

The three of them walked into a tiny office with a table and three chairs. It had only a single small window, the size of a palm. It was a standard small black room.

Outside the black room, there were over ten members of staff Charlie had brought along with him. Out of them, only three were Knights, while the others were in charge of helping out with investigations in the association. Although they were not that strong, their skills in interrogating and investigating were all top notch.

"Take a seat," Charlie said, smiling, "We have plenty of time to chat."

Fang Xingjian threw an indifferent glance at him, and took his seat. The other two investigators sat opposite him.

Charlie smiled as he looked at Fang Xingjian. The assistant next to him took out pen and paper, ready to take notes.

"Alright, let's start off with sharing who you really are. Where do you come from? Which country? What nationality are you?"

Fang Xingjian only closed his eyes, sitting still and cultivating his sword arts.

However, his attitude was obviously pissing off the two investigators before him. Charlie's brows twitched as he said, "Haha, I'd advise you to be more cooperative. If not, a chat's not going to be the only thing we're going to have."

Fang Xingjian kept a poker face as he continued to ignore them.

Charlie's countenance turned grim. Usually, given his status as a Conferred Knight and a Class One Investigator, Knights would be trembling in fear before him by now. Even other Conferred Knights had to be courteous before this junior of theirs. When had he ever been treated with such rudeness by a fellow who had become a Knight not too long ago?

Although Fang Xingjian was a genius, a sixteen year old Windstorm Sword Hero, as a Conferred Knight, Charlie had the confidence to defeat him with just one hand. They belonged to two entirely different levels.

His face turned serious as he asked, "Fang Xingjian, you had better answer our questions honestly. We will not let an evil-doer go, but we would never blame an innocent person either.

"However, if you continue to not cooperate with us, then we cannot help you.

"The Knight Association represents all the Knights in the Empire. Even Divine level Warriors have the obligation to co-operate with us. Let alone a small first transitioned Knight like yourself. Don't think that just because you've transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero you'll be able to do whatever you wished. Regulations, rankings and authority are highly regarded in the Empire.

"We would rather lose ten geniuses with the potential to reach the Divine level than to risk having one more Divine level enemy.

"Do you understand?"

Fang Xingjian opened his eyes. Just as Charlie thought that he was about to give in, Fang Xingjian spat out coldly, "No comment."

Charlie smiled coldly and said, "Fang Xingjian, you might not know some of the rights that we hold yet. To be honest, if we wish to, we can take a first transitioned Knight into custody for interrogation for fifteen days, unconditionally."

He then continued, "For example, take today's investigation. We can go on for fifteen days, until the inter-class competition has concluded." He threatened, "Similarly, these fifteen days could be at any time. For example, during next year's Regional Selection?"

In that instant, killing intent brimmed in Fang Xingjian's eyes. The two investigators only felt a flash of electricity appear in the office, as if countless longswords had been drawn out of their sheaths.

However, why would Charlie think much of the killing intent coming from a first transitioned Knight? He smiled and said, "Why? Have you recalled something now? If you continue refusing to cooperate like this, I can promise you that even though the Empire is enormous, there will be no place for you here.

"Why? Does that line sound a bit familiar?"

Instantly, the First Prince's words flashed across in his mind at the speed of lightning.

"But if you were to reject it, I can promise you that even though the Empire is enormous, there will be no place for you here."

The words said by the two of them were exactly the same, not a single word had been changed. At that moment, Fang Xingjian looked at Charlie's complacent smile, knowing for sure that he had been sent by the First Prince to deal with him, or to threaten him.

This was telling him that, he, the First Prince, could make him unable to participate in the Regional Selection for his whole life, without even having to deal with him personally or use any powers.

But Fang Xingjian merely gave a cold smile, then closed his eyes and continued to cultivate. In the next one hour or more, no matter what Charlie said, he no longer took any notice.

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