"I am your fate."
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Xiao Fang could tell the man before him was a Divine realm cultivator, luckily he seed to only be in the earlier stages. Still, he didn't want to underestimate him, so he wielded his sword as he prepared for an all out fight.
{"Xiao Hei, go on out and assist the Cannibal beast."}
Xiao Hei's eyes lit up, not needing to be told twice, she raced outside to begin her onslaught.
Suddenly, both the Patriarch and Xiao Fang's body flickered.
With a sharp clench, the jade band coiled around his wrists flared, and razor-sharp claws materialized, extending from his forearms like the talons of a celestial beast. At the sa instant, the jade bracelet on his ankles shone, and before Xiao Fang could react, the Patriarch had already appeared behind him.
Clang!
'He's quick!' the Patriarch thought in alarm.
Xiao Fang barely intercepted the claws with his sword, the force behind them sending a jolt up his arms. Even for a Divine Realm practitioner, the Patriarch was moving way too fast.
Xiao Fang narrowed his eyes at all the jade rings and piercings the Patriarch had on.
"What are those?" he asked.
A smirk tugged at the Patriarch's lips. "These are high-grade artifacts. Did you think we steal re silver and copper? I have plenty more where that ca from."
Xiao Fang exhaled slowly. Truthfully, he didn't care if the Patriarch wanted to use cheap tricks, he just didn't want to accidentally use any [ Illusory Body ] techniques in case anyone investigated the scene and traced him back to the Black Paradise sect.
"Co then, let's see how long you can last against my sword."
Hearing Xiao Fang's arrogant words, the Patriarch's grin grew.
[ Floating Leaf, Rushing Tide ]
In the next mont both Xiao Fang and the Patriarch shifted and disappeared. Reappearing for a brief mont only when they clashed.
…
Artifact after artifact, the Patriarch unleashed everything in his arsenal. So granted him bursts of speed, others enhanced his attacks, while a few even nded his wounds mid-battle. Yet, despite it all, Xiao Fang remained standing—untouched, unyielding.
The smug look of confidence on the Patriarch's face gradually lessened. As another defense talisman crumbled into dust.
Silence as the Patriarch tried to catch his breath as he looked at Xiao Fang with a difficult expression.
"You're just a boy, how can you be this strong?"
Xiao Fang didn't reply, he simply continued to approach the Patriarch with an unreadable deanor.
'Monster… I've truly encountered a malignant star,' he thought bitterly.
Xiao Fang wasn't only strong, but he was fast and durable, with absolutely no blindspots. And above all else, he had never encountered a swordsman as talented as him.
Switching weapons, the Patriarch reached into his spatial pouch to grab what looked like a small jade capsule. However, the mont he clenched it and flowed his Qi into it, the jade capsule suddenly beca a magnificent spear.
Close combat against Xiao Fang wasn't going to work, so this was the only thing he could think of to keep his distance while striking. However, Xiao Fang wasn't soone that was only well-versed in fighting against swords. He maneuvered against the spear as if it were a child's toy.
Feeling Xiao Fang's sword cut him again and again, the Patriarch's frown deepened.
He was convinced that as long as Xiao Fang had his sword, he'd be untouchable. But as soon as that thought crossed his mind, inspiration struck.
"You are strong, but you are still just a boy," the Patriarch thought before activating his technique.
[ Pickpocket ]
The mont Xiao Fang and the Patriarch clashed again, an arm of Qi suddenly shot toward Xiao Fang's chest.
Xiao Fang reacted instantly, twisting his body to dodge. But instead of following through, the arm of Qi abruptly changed direction—lunging for his hand instead.
Before he could react, his sword was caught.
The Patriarch pounced, jade claws re-materializing as he closed the distance. Like a tiger descending upon its prey, he was certain victory was in his grasp.
[ Fear ]
The weight of Xiao Fang's gaze crashed down on him. The Patriarch's fingers trembled, his breath grew ragged. Every second under that cold, piercing stare made his instincts scream at him to run.
His hesitation lasted only a mont, but a mont was all Xiao Fang needed.
Reaching into his spatial pouch with his free hand, Xiao Fang pulled out the sword Chu Yan had gifted him in the Black Paradise Sect's sword club.
As soon as he infused it with his Divine Sword Qi, sothing unexpected happened—the sword responded.
"It's fast," Xiao Fang realized instantly.
Though he wielded it with his left hand, it made no difference—he had mastered various sword styles since childhood, including the Dual Sword Style.
With effortless precision, he wove his second sword in perfect tandem with the first. A flick of his blade nudged the Patriarch's claws off course, making them miss by re inches. In the sa motion, he slashed at his opponent's head.
The Patriarch barely avoided a fatal strike, but he wasn't fast enough. The tip of Xiao Fang's blade traced a deep gash from his left cheekbone to his right eyebrow.
Blood trickled down his face. The Patriarch's mind, once brimming with confidence, was now consud by a single thought—escape.
anwhile, Xiao Fang stood tall, his twin swords gleaming in the light. With his right hand now free, he contemplated whether to put one of them away.
He had practically grown up with a sword in his hand—so proficient that he could execute any technique effortlessly with just one. But wielding two swords simultaneously, each performing different techniques…
The more he thought about it, the more terrifying the idea beca.
In the Divine Sword Sect, once a disciple reached a certain level of mastery in the Divine Sword thod, they were required to embark on a personal journey to discover the unique sword style most suited to them. Only those who succeeded could beco an Elder.
And to reach the rank of Core Court Elder, they had to take it even further—creating their own unique sword techniques and mastering them completely.
Xiao Fang's eyes glead.
Perhaps… he had just taken his first step toward sothing greater.
The more Xiao Fang felt the two swords in his hands, the more he liked it.
'This really does feel more suitable to ,' Xiao Fang thought, feeling his own battle-power rise.
anwhile, the Patriarch who was thinking of a way to escape noticed Xiao Fang feeling out his swords. However, it didn't seem as innocent as it sounded. To the Patriarch, Xiao Fang resembled a very large baby tiger feeling out his own two fangs.
'I need to escape. I need to do it now. He's going to kill .'
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