From this action alone, no one else in Great Western City, or even across the Great Western Region, would dare to challenge Fang Xingjian anymore.
As for Tian Yi, the challenger, he had already disappeared without a trace by the time people remembered him. No one knew where he had gone.
Anderson had not even attended the battle at the arena. It was not because he knew that Fang Xingjian had no plans to be present for the challenge, but rather, it was because he knew that it was impossible for the person called Tian Yi to be a match for Fang Xingjian.
Right now, Fang Xingjian, having gone through three consecutive days of training in seclusion, had already successfully synthesized all of his sword techniques together, and his cultivation was unfathomable.
Anderson stood outside the training room only to discover that he was unable to get close. It was because with every step he moved nearer, he would feel pain in his mind as if there were needles piercing him. It was as if countless swords were stirring in his consciousness.
The closer he got, the stronger this feeling got. He had reached his limits by the time he got to his current position, which was ten meters away.
'Is 10 meters already my limit?' A hint of disappointment flashed on Anderson's face. However, that disappointment soon turned into determination as he sat down and slowly trained his martial will through the endless impacts coming from Fang Xingjian's sword intent.
He had been doing this for three consecutive days and it was through this repeated training that he could truly understand how powerful Fang Xingjian was.
In the Sacred Land, three figures were sitting cross-legged.
One of them was a lady with a sexy figure and a fair complexion. She looked at the two people in front of her with a solemn countenance.
Out of the two who were seated cross-legged opposite her, one was wearing a gray robe and had an effeminate appearance. Gray light was bursting from his eyes, which were filled with malevolent will, eeriness, and brutality.
The other person was dressed in white, his eyes extremely nonchalant. It was as if there were no emotions left in his heart. However, if one were to take a closer look, they would be able to sense that endless sword light seemed to be flashing in his eyes.
The man dressed in white was of course, Fang Xingjian, who had been training in seclusion for three days, and had finally merged all of his sword techniques together. For the past three days, he had not been doing anything except fully focusing on merging all of his sword techniques into one extraordinary sword technique. It was named the Four God-Slaying Swords.
This was not all. For these three days, he had also been exchanging cultivation experience and principles with Fang Qian and Tyrant. Through this, he had gained a deeper understanding of cultivation.
After all, the three of them were each geniuses of their respective cultivation methods, namely the path of Knights, magic prints, and black magic. All of them had reached the pinnacle of level 29 and had a deep understanding of each of their cultivation paths. Through the exchange, each of them benefited a lot.
"Four God-Slaying Swords... Four God-Slaying Swords..." Fang Qian looked at Fang Xingjian with a grim countenance and said, "Before slashing the person, one must first slash the spirit. It's true that the potential of one's will is even more powerful than that of the physical body. It's because the will isn't restricted by the material world.
"Your Four God-Slaying Swords is a technique with the intention of slashing a person's soul directly, with the intention of killing Divine level experts."
"That's right," Fang Xingjian nodded and said, "This time around, the attacks of that test subject number 10 have given me great inspiration.
"Compared to competing in physical strength, or attacking with various effects such as slashing, flames, lightning bolts, low temperatures or so on...
"Martial will, which is circulated at light speed, might actually be the strongest means of attacking.
"Right now, with a single thought, I'd be able to send the soul of an ordinary second transition Conferred Knight scattering. His consciousness would be completely eradicated and he'd enter a state of coma."
"However, the physical body is equally important." By this time, Tyrant had already completely engulfed that test subject number 13 which had attained two tiers of perfection. As he spoke, he exuded streams of aura from the 1,440 specialty seeds, and seething power was emitted from his physical body.
"The spirit is the soul of the flesh, and the flesh is the root of the spirit. For one's will to be powerful, one's body must be nourished. In order to allow the consciousness and will to continue to grow stronger, the nourishment of the physical body is indispensable." Tyrant sighed, "After engulfing this body over the past few days, I can feel the benefits one can obtain from having a powerful body more and more. With a powerful body, with great nourishment and supply, the brain is better developed, and thus, the power of one's consciousness naturally becomes even more powerful.
"There is mutual benefit and reciprocity between the two."
"That's right," Fang Qian nodded. "To attain Dark Knight, one's will must be so powerful that it can affect the material world. The same applies for the cultivation path of Knights, magic prints, and black magic. Everyone will have to take this step.
"However, Knights take the path of nourishing the body, and through attaining a breakthrough with the physical body, stimulate the breakthrough of the mind and consciousness. The instant when one strives to attain the Divine level, the power from the perfection of the physical body will gather the consciousness and turn all the power of one's vital energy and blood into the power of the will, thereby attaining a breakthrough to the Divine level."
Tyrant smiled and nodded, "And magic prints rely on reinforcements borrowed from the gods beyond the heavens. The person will continue to absorb the gods' powers, turning them into their own. As long as the body fulfills the minimum requirements and as long as it can provide sufficient nourishment to the brain, one is able to directly absorb the gods' powers and turn them into the power of the will to attain a breakthrough to the Divine level."
Fang Xingjian continued, "Black magic and magic prints are very similar. The difference is that each uses different methods to achieve 12 different types of external power. Through gaining these types of external power, one boosts their own will, finally attain a breakthrough to the Divine level."
At the end, Fang Xingjian concluded, "The path of Knights cultivates one's own power, accumulating a lot and yet unleashing very little. Although the effects might seem slow in the earlier phase, the chances of attaining a breakthrough to the Divine level would be higher.
"Magic prints and black magic on the other hand, cultivate the power of others, targeting the conversion of the power from the gods beyond the heavens into one's own. As one would be able to borrow the powers of gods from the very beginning, the initial effect would be shown very soon. However, it's extremely difficult to convert the gods' power as one's own, and thus toward the later phase, the chances of one attaining a breakthrough to the Divine level would be very low."
After three days of exchanges, all three of them had gained a deeper understanding of the different cultivation paths. As a result, they also had a clearer plan for the direction of their future cultivation.
Fang Qian looked at Fang Xingjian and said, "Are you still decided on heading to the Demonic City? Although the power of magic prints and black magic don't have a direct impact on you, Divine level experts are Divine level experts after all. We don't know if they still have any other hidden means or powers."
"If I don't head to Demonic City now, my mind won't be at ease." Saying that, Fang Xingjian stood up. Sword force surged out from his body, flowing through all of his joints, nerves, and blood vessels.
There was even a hint of sword light running around his body.
Right now, Fang Xingjian's overall power had gained another tremendous improvement. Breaking through the First Prince's base had allowed his mental cultivation method to level up, reaching level 8. Furthermore, his attributes and specialties had risen once again. His sword techniques had also been merged together with the tremendous improvement. He had synthesized all of the sword techniques he could into one single technique which was named the Four God-Slaying Swords.
Out of the Four God-Slaying Swords, other than the first sword 'Rebirth' which increased one's potential and tempered the attributes, each of the other three swords were even more amazing than the ones before. All of them were born for the sake of massacres and destruction.
Right now, Fang Xingjian's attributes had become:
Name: Fang Xingjian
Age:18
Occupation: Heavenly Sword Sovereign
Level: 29
Strength: 295+19
Agility: 307+19
Reaction: 211
Endurance: 190
Flexibility: 190
Ether Synchronization Rate: 100%
The attributes above come into effect once the Prodigious Astral Divine Powers Waves are activated.
Due to Perfect Muscles, +19 in strength and agility (10% of the endurance attribute).
Skills / Techniques: Boundaries Negation, Level 40 Four God Slaying Swords, Level 12 Ether Divine Art, White Bone Divine Weapon, Heaven's Volition Sword Intent
Internal Specialties: 243
External Specialties: 8
Waves: Level 8 Prodigious Astral Divine Powers Waves
Mental Cultivation Method: Level 8 Universal Sword Dominance Lunisolar
Fang Xingjian looked at Fang Qian and Tyrant and said, "This time around, Tyrant will come with me. Fang Qian, you'll stay behind and help me manage the things in the Great Western Region. However, you better not be up to any tricks. Otherwise, I'll deal with you when I'm back."
As he spoke, Fang Xingjian tapped outward with a finger and an afterimage flashed on each of Tyrant's and Fang Qian's foreheads. Two streams of information currents, or rather, sword intents, had entered their minds.
Those sword intents were very powerful and condensed, just like the one in the letter which Fang Xingjian had sent Tyrant. It was something which neither Fang Qian nor Tyrant could stand up against.
Fang Qian laughed bitterly, knowing that Fang Xingjian still did not trust her. However, Tyrant smiled, as if he did not mind.
Therefore, on a day in February, leaving Fang Qian behind, Fang Xingjian and Tyrant disappeared from the Sacred Land.
Two silhouettes going at a speed several tens of times that of supersonic speed cut through the air and headed in the direction of the Western Sea.
Fang Qian understood that through this operation, Fang Xingjian would probably turn the entire Demonic City, or even the entire Earth into chaos.