Over the next few days, most of the Knights in the academy left with the army. In the blink of an eye, the entire Royal Academy had become extremely quiet.
Fang Xingjian sat cross-legged on the ground, cultivating his sword arts while looking at the mental cultivation method on his Stats Window.
'Universal Sword Dominance Lunisolar!'
Ever since he had not backed down when faced with Huang Lin's questioning, his mental cultivation method had become a little clearer. It was just that he still lacked an opportunity to complete it.
For the past few days, he had been locked up here by Huang Lin. Therefore, he decided to focus on cultivating his sword arts, planning to complete his Unparalleled Sword Intent first. Over the past few days, he had reached the maximum level for another three sword techniques, bringing his total to 78 sword techniques at the maximum level.
Other than that, he had also been tempering his attributes and cultivating his Waves non-stop.
He checked the basement of the villa. There was indeed a lot of dry rations and preserved ferocious beasts, enough for him to eat and drink for a long time.
As for the sword force that Huang Lin had left behind, he had also tried it out. Even if he wanted to break it, it would not be easy.
After a few days, Fang Xingjian lifted his head and let out a sigh.
The last day of the year had passed. Fang Xingjian only had four years left to the five-year promise, and he had reached the age of 17.
Looking up into the sky, Fang Xingjian's expression was calm, but there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes.
'Demonic City …'
Just then, a series of noises came from afar in the academy. Fang Xingjian frowned and looked into the distance, only to discover that the noises were getting closer and closer. Many people seemed to have come out.
Although almost all the Knights in the academy had left, many of the servants, cooks, and maids were still around. As the noises got closer, Fang Xingjian saw a tanned young man in his twenties dashing toward him.
That young man's skin was dark and cracked. It was obvious that he had been exposed to the sun for a long period of time. Both his hands and feet were covered in calluses, and he must have done a lot of physical labor.
The moment he walked up to Fang Xingjian, he knelt down on the ground, separated by the sword force that Huang Lin had left behind. He started to kowtow non-stop, knocking his head against the ground, producing continuous banging sounds. In the blink of an eye, his head was already covered in blood.
Fang Xingjian looked at him coldly. He did not have any sympathy or mercy. He watched the young man kowtow more than ten times and said to him with his head covered in blood, "Lord Fang Xingjian, I'm Valilan from Harvest Fishing Village."
Fang Xingjian looked at his pupils, his face filled with pain and resentment, and his mind slowly began to recall.
The Harvest Fishing Village was the fishing village that had taken him in when he had just arrived in Miracle World. Relying on his mental cultivation method to train his superb memory, he gradually matched the image of a shy young man in his mind with the young man before him.
He said slowly, "What happened?"
"The old man is dead, everyone in the village is dead!" Valilan sprawled on the ground and started crying bitterly. The guards and servants who had caught up from behind also stopped in their tracks, exchanging glances as they looked at this scene.
"You guys can leave." Fang Xingjian waved most of the servants away and said slowly, "Who did it?"
"It's Garcia's Great Warriors." That person cried out, "Other than me, everyone else in the village is dead. After they came ashore, they killed everyone they saw, not even sparing the children and women!"
Garcia's Great Warriors were the local Knights. It was how the people of Garcia addressed those who had gone through the first transition with extraordinary powers.
Hearing the young man's tearful complaints, Fang Xingjian said, "Do you know who did it in Garcia?" His gaze was like a sharp sword, cutting through the air and reflecting into the young man's eyes. "Don't lie to me. Otherwise, I'll definitely kill you with my sword."
That young man's body shivered and a chill gushed forth. However, he was not lying, so he said without hesitation, "It's a Black Devil by the name of Mumukeya. When I was hiding, I heard those Black Devils addressing their leader as such."
The servant who had not left frowned and said, "Mumukeya, in Garcia's language, means the most courageous hunter. This time around, Garcia has led three Destined Warriors (corresponding to Conferred Knights). Only one of them can be called Mumukeya."
Mumukeya, Garcia's second transition Destined Warrior.
Of course, Garcia did not have a complete legacy like the Empire's. Most of them had only succeeded in their second transition through luck and elimination.
They did not have the Empire's second transition legacy, which was the most important Ten Heavenly Barriers. Each barrier allowed them to break through one level, changing their life's intrinsic qualities bit by bit, coming into contact with ether particles deeply, and creating destructive prowess that was like a natural disaster.
Therefore, the Destined Warriors were all at level 20 and had no way of leveling up. However, even so, they were not people that ordinary first transition Knights could defeat.
Fang Xingjian looked at the young man and asked, "You want me to help you take revenge?"
The servant at the side said in astonishment, "Sir, you mustn't! This time around, Garcia has brought a total of three hundred Great Warriors. This Mumukeya is Garcia's Destined Warrior who is comparable to our Conferred Knights. His abilities are not to be underestimated … "
Hearing the servant's words, the young man hesitated as well. Previously, he had only been filled with hatred and wanted to seek revenge. How could he be clear about the current battle situation and Mumukeya's abilities?
Seeing his hesitation, Fang Xingjian smiled. However, killing intent flashed wildly in his eyes, and his fury was blazing like a volcano erupting.
With a wave of one hand, a longsword landed in his hand. With another hand, he pulled out the Silver Dragon from his waist.
He thought to himself, 'That's good too. I'd originally wanted to improve my sword intent or Waves by another level before going out to participate in the battle to level up, striving to reach first transition level 19 before the Regional Selection half a year later.'
However, right now, Fang Xingjian only felt that his mental cultivation method was stirring, and an extremely violent power was moving around in his consciousness.
He understood that if he could withstand the endless pressure and kill Mumukeya, he would definitely be able to clear his mind and achieve great success in his mental cultivation method.
If he could not even withstand this bit of pressure, then there would be no need to talk about clearing the world. It would be extremely difficult for his mental cultivation method to improve.
This was the path he had chosen. It was an extremely narrow and difficult path. However, Fang Xingjian did not regret it in the slightest.
'Wait in the academy. I'll definitely bring back Mumukeya's head and avenge your entire village.'
The next moment, strong gales brought up hundreds of afterimages, and the servant and the young man were all sent flying. The Silver Dragon in Fang Xingjian's hand was like many silver thunderbolts, slashing towards the sword force left behind by Huang Lin.
If it was Fang Xingjian's own sword Qis and longsword, then it would be very difficult for him to slash through these sword forces and escape.
However, he was now using the Supreme Mistwind Sword with one hand to increase his speed, while the other held the Silver Dragon, relying on the sharpness of a level 7 Empire's Divine Weapon to slash continuously.
That sword force had only been casually performed by Huang Lin. It was already not easy for him to be able to maintain it for such a long time and even defend against the steel longsword. However, how could it be possible for him to remain unscathed from the continuous attacks of a level 7 Empire's Divine Weapon like the Silver Dragon?
Within about a minute, countless slashes at the speed of sound were slashed down, and crackling sounds of explosions rang out incessantly. When the smoke dissipated, a black shadow darted out. Then whistling sounds rang out continuously, and over a hundred steel swords rose up from within the villa, all of them shooting out together with the black shadow as if they were riding on their swords. They pierced through the air and let out swishing sounds.
As Fang Xingjian disappeared, a frenzied howl rang out, entering everyone's ears.
"Slash slash slash! Slash till the noble spirit lasts forever!"
"Slash slash slash slash! Slash till the heavens and earth are overturned!"
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