Chapter 139: Which Weapon Is Best?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At the abandoned building construction site.
Tang Songting swept a glance around. He took the initiative and struck first, stabbing a few Rank-1 martial artists.
A martial artist tried to attack Fang Ping, but just as he got in front of Fang Ping, Fang Ping drew his saber and slice the assailant in two!
“You guys go get the other one!”
Yao Jincheng’s expression changed slightly as he called out to the others. The other martial artists were a little unnerved and hastily made way to go against Tang Songting.
Normally, Fang Ping rarely blathered on during a mission.
This ti, however, Fang Ping spoke to his opponent. “Truthfully, this is my first ti having a one-on-one duel with a Rank-2 martial artist.”
“Martial arts university?”
“A good observation.”
Yao Jincheng said coldly, “Aside from you lapdogs, who else is there!”
“Lapdogs?”
Fang Ping laughed. “You might as well call us lackeys. It sounds better, anyway. Why’d you have to be so crude?
“Actually, it’s hard to understand the mindsets of you people. Isn’t the governnt good?
“Is it so hard to tolerate them hiding so news from regular people? Unacceptable?
“Let tell you, when I first heard the news, I also felt unsettled and afraid. I thought that doomsday had co.
“But is it necessary to cause nationwide panic?”
“Bah, only you privileged people would sugarcoat it like that!”
Yao Jincheng clearly knew the current situation. His tone was somber as he said, “We would rather die with clarity than die without knowing anything!”
“Yet you people attack civilians and students. This is what you guys an by justice?”
Fang Ping jeered. “If it really was only due to a conflict of principles, then maybe your sins aren’t as great. But you guys have gone insane. I heard that you have started quite a few massacres to spread your so-called glory...”
“That was because those fools were ignorant...”
The two of them were still speaking, but Tang Songting was already out of breath. “What are you chatting with these maniacs for? Talk after you’ve killed him!” he roared.
Fang Ping smiled. “I just wanted to see if there was a possibility of saving them. I guess there isn’t.”
Right as he finished speaking, Fang Ping leaped into the air, wielding his saber toward his opponent!
Clang!
Yao Jincheng was also ard. He blocked Fang Ping’s attack with his longsword.
At the collision, Fang Ping’s eyes brightened. His opponent’s Vitality was no match for his!
Aside from his Vitality, his opponent was also lagging in the progress of his limb honing. Other than a few bones being honed deeper than Fang Ping’s, the others were inferior.
“You’re weaker than Shi Feng!”
Fang Ping laughed once before slashing with his saber again.
Yao Jincheng’s eyebrows knitted tightly as he parried with his sword.
“Rank-2?”
Yao Jincheng could not accurately pinpoint Fang Ping’s strength. Was he Rank-2 or Rank-1?
Rank-1 and 2 martial artists had a few differences.
A higher honing progress would result in subtle changes in the bones. Outsiders would have a hard ti differentiating them if they did not pay attention, but martial artists would still be able to tell.
Judging by Fang Ping’s initial performance, it did not seem as if his upper limbs had been honed.
If so, then he was Rank-1.
However, Fang Ping’s saber-wielding and slashes’ strength were quite strong—at least he was on par with Yao Jincheng himself. Was he really a Rank-1 martial artist?
Yao Jincheng was a little muddled, but he did not let his guard down and continued battling Fang Ping.
On the other hand, Fang Ping had a smile on his face. It seed his opponent really was no big deal.
No longer interested in gauging him, Fang Ping slashed quickly with his saber, not giving his opponent ti to respond.
With both hands wielding the saber, Fang Ping did not rest his legs either as he fiercely kicked his right leg at Yao Jincheng.
Yao Jincheng’s lower limbs had been completely honed long ago, so he did not shy back and lifted his leg to et Fang Ping’s.
Fang Ping’s toes were pointed straight, ready to jab at his opponent’s kneecap. Yao Jincheng swiftly blocked it with his foot.
Right as they connected, Yao Jincheng suddenly retracted his leg as if he had been electrocuted, fury on his face as he glared at Fang Ping.
Blood and flesh could not compare to alloy. Adding on Fang Ping’s well-practiced Puncture Kick, the kick nearly punctured straight through his heel.
“You really are not as good as Shi Feng.”
Fang Ping lanted before shouting, “Witness my consecutive kicks!”
Yao Jincheng was extrely cautious and looked at Fang Ping’s legs the mont he heard Fang Ping’s words, preparing to dodge Fang Ping’s shoes.
“Your combat tactics are weak too!”
Fang Ping trash-talked yet again. He did not do any consecutive kicks but hacked away with his saber instead, each swing more ferocious than the last.
Longswords were not suitable for hacking, and Yao Jincheng’s Vitality was no match for Fang Ping’s. Fang Ping’s whole body’s honing progress was at 30%, and his upper limbs’ strength was not inferior to Yao Jincheng’s.
After over ten consecutive slashes, Yao Jincheng’s face was as red as an apple.
At this mont, Yao Jincheng no longer tried to stubbornly et his attacks. Just as he took a step back, Fang Ping quickly closed in.
As Fang Ping’s pole-standing had already been at the firm stance ages ago, he recently noticed its effects. At the very least, sticking close to soone was an easy task.
Keeping close to Yao Jincheng, Fang Ping resud stabbing with his saber!
Clangs resounded without stop.
Yao Jincheng’s expressions kept stiffening. His face was filled with rage as he yelled, “Let’s see who can hold out longer!”
Because of Fang Ping’s alloy shoes, he did not dare challenge Fang Ping with lower-body moves.
However, when it ca to using their upper bodies to stab at each other with blades, although Fang Ping possessed much strength, they were still a good match.
He wanted to backtrack, but Fang Ping stuck close to him. Yao Jincheng could only et his attacks.
“I like people like you!”
Fang Ping even gave so leisurely banter as his moves beca faster and faster, slashing his opponent’s sword endlessly.
After another ten or so attacks, Yao Jincheng’s face was starting to pale.
Fang Ping was not faring much better. The attacks had been carried out at full-strength under a Vitality outburst and depleted an abnormal amount of Vitality.
Just like Yao Jincheng, Fang Ping could not hold on for much longer.
Yao Jincheng looked at Fang Ping’s equally blanched face and thought, ‘Wait till this bastard uses up too much of his Vitality. I’ll create so distance, then...’
Right as he had this thought, Fang Ping’s face suddenly blood red.
Yao Jincheng did not detect anything and only felt sothing was wrong a mont later as Fang Ping’s blade ca down even harder than his initial full-strength outburst!
Clang clang clang...
This ti, Fang Ping’s movents gained even more speed.
“How is this possible!”
“Are you surprised?”
Fang Ping provoked his opponent but did not give him the opportunity to speak. He used his Vitality for an outburst once again and knocked away Yao Jincheng’s sword with a clang.
Yao Jincheng’s expression changed drastically and he turned to flee.
However, turning his back on Fang Ping at this mont was practically an invitation for Fang Ping to attack.
Fang Ping’s saber did not pause for a second, and he swiftly brought it down!
Pch!
The sound of the weapon cutting through bone reverberated. Fang Ping did not stop, and he raised his leg and kicked his opponent’s calf. Yao Jincheng staggered, and Fang Ping slashed his saber again!
Pfft!
His head rolled off!
...
“Weaker than Shi Feng.”
Fang Ping repeatedly used Shi Feng as a comparison. This bastard was not as desperate as Shi Feng had been either. He did not oppose Fang Ping and tried to flee imdiately.
But at this point, his Vitality was depleted, and his speed was no match for Fang Ping’s, so his escape was dood to fail.
Fang Ping did not look at the fallen Yao Jincheng again, turning his head to look over at Tang Songting.
There had been 3 martial artists over at Tang Songting’s side. Previously, there were 5, but upon their entrance, Fang Ping had kicked one dead and another had been stabbed to death.
The 3 remaining ones were all Rank-1.
Zhang Zhiqiang was probably among them. Currently, two more were lying on the ground — it was impossible to tell if they were alive or dead. The last one still dueling Tang Songting was likely Zhang Zhiqiang.
Because Wang Huaijin’s group had claid the mission, Fang Ping had no interest in doing their work for them. He called out, “Tang Songting, we can retreat now!”
“Retreat?”
Only then, Tang Songting noticed Fang Ping’s side. When he saw Yao Jincheng’s dismbered body, he was shocked.
Fang Ping had killed a Rank-2 martial artist single-handedly?
He was not hurt either!
While he was shocked, Zhang Zhiqiang had gone deathly pale. Fang Ping addressed Zhao Xuei, who was at the door, and said, “Let him go!”
Zhang Zhiqiang thought he had misheard, but then he heard Fang Ping say, “Leave behind whatever dicinal pills and weapons you have!”
Zhang Zhiqiang showed not a hint of reluctance, quickly pulling out a bottle of dicine from his pocket and throwing it on the ground. As for his weapon, he hesitated for a mont, but when he reached the door, he threw down his weapon and sprinted out!
Zhao Xuei did not stop him. Only after he ran away, she could not resist looking at Fang Ping and asking, “Just how much Vitality do you have?”
Earlier, Tang Songting had been dueling and did not observe Fang Ping’s fight.
She, on the other hand, had been standing by the door and saw everything clearly.
Fang Ping had used his Vitality for a full-strength outburst and consecutively slashed at least 50 tis!
For a Rank-1 martial artist’s full-strength outburst, due to their limited Vitalities, twenty or thirty slashes under an outburst was already the limit.
That was the norm for twice-honed Peak Rank-1 martial artists!
Fang Ping though?
It seed as if he did catch his breath for a single mont. His attacks were all full-force; it would have been strange if Yao Jincheng had been able to resist.
Fang Ping smiled. “After tidying the battlefield, I’ll go observe Dongwu Martial Arts University’s strength.”
“Alright.”
Zhao Xuei nodded, still looking at Fang Ping curiously.
To be able to top a Rank-2 martial artist’s Vitality...exactly how high was Fang Ping’s Vitality?
Was a thrice-honed martial artist really so different from others?
...
Outside.
The mont Zhao Xuei entered the building, a small voice exclaid, “The MCMAU’s students couldn’t hold on!”
“Look, soone’s coming out...”
“It looks like Zhang Zhiqiang. Let’s go!”
Wang Huaijin and the others had just started talking when he saw soone walking out. When they saw it resembled Zhang Zhiqiang, they chased after him imdiately.
As they pursued their target, soone suddenly said, “If the MCMAU guys are dead, what if the Rank-2 inside cos out?”
Wang Huaijin hesitated for a mont, but when he noticed Zhang Zhiqiang frantically heading toward them, he gritted his teeth and said, “Let’s kill this guy first and run if the situation worsens later!”
Just as they moved forward, Zhang Zhiqiang howled in despair, “You people didn’t keep your word!”
Wang Huaijin was a little confused, and the others were also montarily stunned. Zhang Zhiqiang shrieked, “I’ll fight you guys now!”
He had just dueled Tang Songting and depleted quite a bit of his Vitality. Currently, there was still another enemy inside who had slashed a Rank-2 martial artist to death.
Zhang Zhiqiang was aware he could not run away, and in his despair, he did not care if he was injured. Even if soone’s fist were to cave in his chest, he would not care. His eyes were bloodshot as he isolated a martial artist and fiercely attacked!
The others hastily entered the fray, but the person who had been targeted by Zhang Zhiqiang kept stumbling back under his relentless assault, endlessly spitting out fresh blood.
Wang Huaijin was furious and continuously kicked the back of Zhang Zhiqiang’s head, but Zhang Zhiqiang was a Peak Rank-1 martial artist who did not care if he died anymore.
Even as his consciousness was fading, he did not try to defend himself. He only persisted in wildly punching the person in front of him.
In his rage, Wang Huaijin’s two hands hooked around Zhang Zhiqiang’s neck, and he twisted with all his might!
A clicking sound was heard, and at this mont, Zhang Zhiqiang finally stopped.
The second Zhang Zhiqiang died, everyone hastily checked on the injuries of their teammate who had been attacked earlier. Soone sighed and said, “He’s alright. A few broken ribs, but his internal organs are probably unhard. Did this bastard go berserk?”
Zhang Zhiqiang had indeed gone completely insane earlier, not putting up any defense.
If not, the few of them would not have been able to kill a Peak Rank-1 martial artist so quickly.
However, his rampage caused one of their mbers to be heavily injured and would need so ti to recuperate.
Wang Huaijin furrowed his brows. “Sothing’s not right. Did you guys hear what he said just now?”
“He said we didn’t keep our word...”
“But we didn’t even say anything...”
“Could it be?”
As they all wondered, Fang Ping ca out of the abandoned building construction site not far away, holding a small backpack.
Fang Ping’s group walked out. Aside from Wang Songting who was out of breath, it seed as if there was nothing wrong with Fang Ping, and Zhao Xuei was unhard as she did not even fight.
Wang Huaijin’s face was suspicious, and the others fell silent.
Fang Ping walked over. He glanced at Zhang Zhiqiang and the wounded martial artist and asked, “Need help?”
“No thanks.”
“Alright then. We’ll be leaving first. There’s nobody else inside.”
“Alright.”
“...”
After the few of them left, everybody started discussing it at once. “They didn’t encounter that Rank-2 martial artist?”
“Probably. I think only that Tang guy entered the fight. The other two didn’t seem to have done anything.”
“The Rank-2 martial artist wouldn’t still be around, would he?”
“Brother Wang, should we leave now?”
Wang Huaijin’s eyebrows were scrunched together. He opened his mouth slowly and said, “Let’s check if Zhang Zhiqiang brought any dicinal pills first.”
“He didn’t. This bastard was really poor!”
Wang Huaijin still felt sothing was wrong. After so thought, he headed for the abandoned building construction site.
...
“Wang Huaijin’s strength is alright, but all six of them didn’t seem to have any alloy weapons. I noticed that those who had weapons only brought regular ones. None of them were even at E-grade.”
Fang Ping noted this and added, “Wang Huaijin is probably a twice-honed martial artist, but the number of bones he honed isn’t many—40 bones at most.
“I saw that when he attacks, his left leg doesn’t exude enough strength. It was honed very few tis.
“Moreover, his pole-standing hasn’t reached the firm stance. At MCMAU, he would be about the sa level as you two, but I don’t know what level he would be at in Dongwu.”
“It should be at the peak level.” Tang Songting responded. He shook his head and said, “Still, even if he’s about the sa level as , I can still beat him.
“I noticed it too earlier. Either he hasn’t cultivated any special combat techniques, or he didn’t have the chance to use them.
“If MCMAU’s opponents are these people, we’re looking at a steady victory.”
“The other 5 are even weaker. In MCMAU, they wouldn’t even be able to enter the special training classes.”
Zhao Xuei also piped up. “I don’t bla normal martial arts universities for fighting for resources. These guys are probably at the top of the normal martial arts universities, yet they don’t even have alloy weapons. Either they don’t have enough ti to learn basic weapon moves, or they don’t have enough credits to buy them. The school can’t provide them for free.”
Fang Ping nodded slightly. If these were the top students of normal martial arts universities, they indeed did not have to worry about the championship anymore.
Zhao Xuei and Tang Songting did not pay much attention to those people, staring at Fang Ping instead.
This guy had killed a Rank-2 martial artist by himself?
Furthermore, he looked so relaxed. Was he really Rank-1?
Fang Ping ignored them and contemplated aloud, “I should change to an ax or a hamr—sothing heavier, so I can continuously smash others.
“I kinda regret it now. I should’ve cultivated my upper limbs first. That way...”
“Ax? Hamr?”
The mont they pictured Fang Ping wielding an ax or hamr to attack soone, the two others stared at him oddly. What was Fang Ping thinking?
Still, Fang Ping’s Vitality was undeniably scarily high. If he changed to a heavy weapon, Fang Ping could probably keep slamming away before his Vitality was fully depleted, and that was a horrifying sight.
Fang Ping was seriously considering this, but he also did not feel very comfortable with it. Those weapons were too boorish.
His Vitality would not be completely used up. As long as he was not ntally exhausted, he could keep hamring down.
When he had been hacking at Yao Jincheng earlier, Fang Ping noticed that when martial artists’ Vitalities were completely drained, they would lose all courage and would be much easier to deal with.
Next ti, could he target one opponent and compete with Vitality depletion?
This way, cultivating the lower limbs had advantages too. He could chase after the opponent and force them to duel on his terms.
“Should I change my weapon?”
Fang Ping was imrsed in his thoughts. He should take advantage while his weapon skills were still malleable to change it. Later on, when he was accustod to a weapon, it would not be good to change it.
“When I get to Rank-2 and finish honing my upper limbs, my upper limbs’ strength will increase drastically, and I’ll be even fiercer than I am now. There might really be a need for to change...”
After struggling inwardly for a while, Fang Ping released a breath. ‘I’ll think about it again when I get back to school.’
Axes and hamrs were still very boorish!
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