Virtual Space.
"This student nad Nick, really never logged onto the Battle Platform before, and then headed straight into the top twelve?"
"Even Gu Jiantong lost... truly impressive, must be a senior student from fifth year or above."
The Virtual Space today still struggles to materialize power above the Martial Arts Golden Core, thus the highest level is only Outer Realm Peak.
As long as it’s still Outer Realm, Fang Xing had nothing to fear.
But there was sothing else on his mind.
Since the second sester of his freshman year, he had been stationed at the ninth spot on the battle rankings for nearly two years, accumulating over forty credits.
Furthermore, from freshman to junior year, he managed to gain about ten credits each year.
Aside from two instances of studying the Wan Ling Catalog, he had no other expenses.
He now had accumulated 70 credits!
"In theory, just one more year and I could exchange for a bottle of ’Rejuvenation Water’..."
"But if I lose the rank on the Battle Platform, it would take an extra two or three years... dragging it out till after my internship..."
"Without a doubt, this is Wei Shentong’s revenge... or should I say... a bit of troublemaking?"
Fang Xing looked at the challenge information and pressed it decisively, "You challenge and expect to accept? Reject!"
...
Sowhere in the Virtual Space.
Several mbers of the Blood Killing Team gathered together.
Nick, a young man with slightly curly hair and red pupils, shook his head, "He refused my challenge..."
"He must know our captain is formidable, hence scared."
A female team mber gazed at Nick with adoration.
"It’s aningless, by the end of the month at the challenge match, he won’t be able to avoid it..."
Nick smiled, "Now that the Battle Platform chanism has been corrected several tis... with my current ranking, he can’t refuse my challenge!"
"Let him act arrogant until the end of the month, does he really think he is still ninth in the university?"
Another senior student, arms crossed, "If we hadn’t been constantly battling in the Secret Realm, too lazy to play house with children... this battle ranking would need a complete reshuffle."
"That’s not entirely true, HuYan QiuShui, Luo Kai, Dark Star, they are still quite capable."
A solemn look appeared on Nick’s face.
These were all true talents, even he, as of now, wasn’t entirely sure of victory.
...
Ti quickly reached the end of the month.
Within the Virtual Space, the traffic was exceptionally high.
Every end of the month, the Battle Platform would be bustling.
On a virtual battlefield.
Fang Xing flicked his finger, a blade light piercing the sky and earth, decapitating the opponent across.
The next mont, he saw the opponent automatically arranged by the system, "As expected... Nick?"
Thunder roared ominously!
The sky filled with dark clouds, flashing lightning.
On a green grassy plain.
Fang Xing saw a young man across with slightly curly hair and red pupils, "What year are you?"
"A seventh-year..."
Nick smiled, "Just ca back from the battlefield, thought I’d play a couple of rounds on the Battle Platform."
He didn’t bring up Wei Shentong at all, making it seem as though he was just there to have fun.
"Heh..."
Fang Xing neither agreed nor disagreed, "Let’s start!"
"Younger student, let your senior show you what real combat is."
Nick raised a hand.
Fire!
A spark of fire appeared at his fingertip, then spread like a city-engulfing inferno, the flas covering the sky!
Instantly, the surroundings turned into a fiery hell, and even the dark clouds above seed scorched and evaporated...
"Fire Domain?"
"Such powerful Domain Power, already at the Outer Realm Peak, right?"
Dragons and tigers roared around Fang Xing, faintly forming a Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram.
Under this diagram, no fire could ignite, and the lawn remained verdant green.
"Oh?"
Nick laughed heartily, "Ninth on the Battle Rank, you do have so skills!"
In his hands appeared a blood-red long saber, his entire deanor suddenly changing from carefree to battle-hardened and blood-soaked!
S-Class Martial Arts—Blood Battle Thirteen Forms!
Nick swung his saber, the sky seed to topple, the raging flas rolling back and transforming into a towering fla giant, seemingly swinging the saber simultaneously.
The enormous fiery blade seed to sweep everything, slashing towards Fang Xing!
...
"The captain is getting serious now."
Outside on the spectator platform, other mbers of the Blood Killing Team gathered, and seeing this scene, a smile appeared on their faces, "I bet this Fang Xing won’t last three strikes!"
"Two strikes!"
"One strike!"
The female mber, most confident in Nick, assertively claid, "When our captain was in the Secret Realm, Blood Battle Thirteen Forms, continuous thirteen strikes, chopping down thirteen high-ranking servants... what is this Fang Xing?"
"Humph, I think your captain is just average, not sure he can take him down in thirteen strikes."
Just then, a young girl’s voice erged nearby.
She had her hair in a bun and delicate features—it was Gu Yun!
"I can’t be bothered with a student from a second-rate university."
A mber of the Blood Killing Team sneered and paid her no attention.
To them, arguing with a young student like Gu Yun would truly be degrading!
Seeing this, Gu Yun beca even more infuriated, her chest heaving with anger. She hated being ignored the most!
anwhile, the situation in the arena had changed!
Around Fang Xing, the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram suddenly condensed into a sword shape to et the giant’s fiery fla blade!
The sword struck like a torrential downpour, and suddenly, countless streams of water appeared between heaven and earth.
Autumn waters surged, cleansing the world!
The flas in the sky began to extinguish massively, with barely any smoke.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Nick swung his blade again after his first attack failed.
This ti, the blade light carried streaks of blood-red color—almost tangible murderous intent!
Clang! Clang!
The swords and blades intersected, creating nurous lights and shadows.
In the end, the sword ford by Fang Xing’s Domain Power actually broke!
The two figures t in mid-air, and Fang Xing once again conjured a bluish-gray blade to continue battling Nick.
"I take back what I said earlier, this Fang Xing is indeed formidable..."
A mber of the Blood Killing Team sighed.
"But he still can’t beat the captain, the captain is very strong... especially the Blood Battle Thirteen Forms. Once they start continuously, the blade montum is unending, allowing the power to stack infinitely... especially with the thirteenth blade, its power shocks the heavens and terrifies spirits, not to ntion... there’s even a fourteenth blade!"
A female mber also spoke.
"Hehe..."
Gu Jiantong, who was nearby, shook his head as he listened, "What Blood Battle Thirteen Forms... it may be a formidable S-level Martial Arts, but I’ve sparred with both of them and know that Nick has only mastered this Martial Arts to Great Success... but Fang Xing, he has already perfected a blade technique to an extre..."
Even though the Ghost God Saber was only A-level Martial Arts, now Fang Xing had integrated his learning into the Star Martial Three Extres. In Pan Xiong’s review, it also held the might of an S-level!
Swoosh!
Two blades flashed explosively.
Fang Xing watched as Nick executed thirteen strikes and couldn’t help but nod, "Your blade technique isn’t bad... there should be a fourteenth strike after thirteen, right?"
Nick fell silent, a foreboding feeling of having his tactics seen through arose.
He had thought his blade skills would rank among the top at Blue Star University.
Yet, he didn’t expect to be surpassed in finesse by Fang Xing!
In terms of skill level, he was only at the Master Level, whereas Fang Xing had reached the Grandmaster Level!
"The fourteenth strike!"
Nick’s eyes, red as flas, seed to burn.
At this critical mont, he still chose to believe in his blade.
The myriad of blade lights transford, as if endowed with life, bringing forth different variations!
"This boring ga should end now."
Fang Xing’s long blade dissipated, golden light burst from his eyes, and a layer of gold appeared on his fingers, stretching forward!
Crack!
The myriad of blade lights dissipated, and the blood-red war blade was caught between his fingers, like a poison snake caught at its vital spot.
No matter how hard Nick tried, he couldn’t move it at all!
"Impossible!"
This scene, not only Nick but also the spectators found unbelievable.
"Fang Xing..."
Hu Yanqiu glanced over with a smile on her face, "You’ve actually cultivated the Dragon Elephant Skill and the Great Vajra Wisdom Divine Power to such a level... If you really ca to compete, I’m afraid even my third place wouldn’t be secure..."
Bang!
In the scene, Fang Xing forcefully snapped the blood-red war blade with his fingers!
Then, with one finger, he created a large hole in Nick’s chest, and his body flew backward...
Wei Shentong saw this and his expression imdiately turned extrely dark.
Just then, a phone call ca in, and it was Pan Xiong.
"Haha... Wei Shentong, did you see the performance of my student?"
Pan Xiong laughed heartily, seeming very delighted.
"I saw it, indeed a prodigy."
Wei Shentong nodded, unsure of what Pan Xiong was implying with his comnt.
"Ah... my student has a tough life, being both a biochemical person and a hard-working Martial Artist... he has only managed to reach this position by relying on his fists. If he were to be frad, wouldn’t it dishearten thousands of students?"
Pan Xiong sighed and then added with a hint of jest, "Tell ... if the bigshot behind you knew that you could’ve had the moon being the closest to the water tower but refused such a genius due to arrogance, what would happen?"
"It doesn’t matter, a prodigy before he matures is forever just a prodigy," Wei Shentong’s face remained expressionless. "Are you threatening for your student?!"
"No, no, no... I just feel that within the university, fairness should still prevail, right?"
Pan Xiong stopped there.
As long as he watched over him, Wei Shentong wouldn’t dare go too far.
Moreover, being in the Great Vajra Realm, there was a slight hope for Wei Shentong to beco Martial God.
It wouldn’t be good to offend him too severely.
"And besides... Fang Xing is just a student, it doesn’t matter what he does, but wouldn’t it be too much of a loss if it led to a lowering of your impression with the bigshot?" Pan Xiong added with a smile.
"You’re quite good..."
Wei Shentong squinted his eyes, "It seems you’re quite fond of this student, planning to introduce him to the academy faction?"
"Haha, who knows what the future holds?"
Pan Xiong shook his head, "I personally think that these young people should choose for themselves in the future, don’t you agree?"
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