With the end of Fang Xingjian's match, the top eight of the Regional Selection's arena battles were finally decided.
They were:
1 Fang Xingjian
2 Allen
3 Anderson
4 Caesar
5 Wei Leng
6 Xiriel
7 Rota
8 Hoult
Number one to four were in the upper bracket, while number five to eight were in the lower bracket. They would face off against each other, and the last two would fight for the championship.
For example, the winner of the match between number one and two, and the winner of the match between number three and four would fight against each other. The winner would be the winner of the first round, and he would then fight against the winner of the second round to determine the final champion.
As the arena needed to be repaired, the participants could only rest first. Fang Xingjian could only perform Terra Ingurgitation once an hour, so he did not mind taking a break.
Rota walked up to him and shook her head helplessly, "My opponent is Hoult. It seems that I can only fight for the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth positions."
Clearly, she knew her own limits and knew that she was definitely not Hoult's match.
Fang Xingjian nodded and did not say a word, continuing to cultivate his techniques with his eyes closed. Finally, after four consecutive days of self-cultivation, his Ether Divine Art had reached level 4, and the High Frequency Luminous Silver Fox had reached two thousand tremors per second.
Rota let out a sigh. She felt helpless towards this cultivation maniac beside her. To think that he still had to cultivate his martial techniques in the intervals between the arena battles of the Regional Selection. He was really not willing to let go of even a single bit of time.
Seeing how Fang Xingjian was behaving, Rota could not help but ask again, "Fang Xingjian, is there something on your mind? Why do I feel as if there's a whip constantly lashing at your back? Isn't the pressure too great to cultivate constantly? "Everyone has their own limits. If you keep squeezing and forcing yourself like this, it'll be easy for you to go to extremes."
Rota had seen many Knights who had pushed themselves too hard, to the point where they had gone crazy or even died.
What she had said was not wrong. Everyone had their own limits. For example, when it came to Knights' cultivation, their initial plan was to spend all their time on cultivation, other than eating and sleeping. It was a beautiful dream, but in reality, there might not even be one out of a hundred who would be able to persevere.
It was more realistic to arrange time for himself to relax every day and find some activities to relax. It was very childish to believe that one could surpass one's limits and not relax. It was like a spinning top at all times.
However, Fang Xingjian was in such a state right now, and he was still holding on. Rota kept having the feeling that he was like a tendon that could snap at any moment. To be honest, she kept having the feeling that Fang Xingjian was in a very dangerous state.
Although she also trained hard, she still needed some time every day or every week to relax.
However, after hearing Rota's words, Fang Xingjian gave a rare reply.
He gave it some thought before replying, "There is no limit to martial arts. Putting aside those below the Divine level, even after attaining the Divine level, every Divine level expert will be cultivating in seclusion, exploring the endless profoundness. Life was too short, so short that it passed in the blink of an eye. "To use such a short amount of time to explore the endless profoundness of martial arts, one must cherish every bit of time. Any slacking off would be a waste of one's life."
After saying this, Fang Xingjian did not say another word. His physical body was automatically cultivating sword arts twenty-four hours a day. Even when he did not need to think or speak, his mind would still be continuously cultivating sword arts. It was because his time was much tighter than what he had said.
Rota shook her head and turned to look. She saw that there were even more people in the spectator stands.
Right now, the top eight of the Regional Selection were getting more and more heated up. In this year's Regional Selection, every single one of them would affect the budget of the Regional Academies in the future. The amount of money involved in every single one of them was calculated in terms of ten thousand gold.
Not to mention the various bets that involved hundreds of thousands of dollars. Right now, the top eight had attracted the attention of countless aristocrats in the Great Western Region.
It could be said that the upcoming top eight not only affected the future of the twelve Prefectural Royal Academies in the Great Western Region, but it also affected the wealth of countless aristocrats in the Great Western Region. They already possessed the influence to stir up a region.
Under the control of examiner Armstrong, the ground was filled up again, and the arena once again rose up from the soil. It was now covered with a thick layer of metallic luster. It was clear that a large amount of metal had been mixed in, greatly increasing the toughness of the arena.
The battle coliseum, which had been cracked and could have collapsed, was also mended up, returning to its original state.
Although Armstrong did not fight, just his ability to control the earth, change the soil, and control metal and rocks had already displayed his great power as a Conferred Knight.
However, no one cared about his current abilities. Everyone's gazes were fixed on the arena, anticipating the start of the next match.
The first match of the top eight was between number 1, Fang Xingjian, and number 2, Allen.
The two of them walked up to the newly built metal arena. Allen was a man who was completely covered in green long robes. From the start of the Regional Selection until now, he had always been fighting with his bare hands and legs. However, he had comprehended the first level of profoundness in the Pantheon Monument Observation, showing that he had extraordinary aptitude.
However, now that he was before Fang Xingjian, he finally started to remove his green robes bit by bit.
"Initially, I had wanted to save these trump cards for the very end. However, since I've already met you in the top eight, then there's no need for me to hold them back."
His words showed that he was extremely fearful of Fang Xingjian's abilities. In the blink of an eye, he removed his green robes, revealing a body that was covered in all sorts of horrifying scars, bloodstains, poisonous sores, and pus.
With him revealing his body, over thirty percent of the people on the arena had their eyebrows twitching. Some young aristocratic ladies were so frightened that they closed their eyes, as if they had just experienced a nightmare.
Allen looked at his body and broke into a brutal smile. "The Killing technique I cultivate, Myriad Poison Battle God, gathers countless poisons and makes them treat my body as a battlefield. They keep on fighting and killing each other, and I make use of the life force they unleash to cultivate my physical body. "Although poisons have great destructive prowess, they also have great life force. Otherwise, how would they be able to survive in this world? "Only people who have comprehended this will be able to make use of poisons to cultivate their physical body. "The balance of the poisons in my body is being broken at every moment, and the toxicity is changing at every moment. Therefore, after being poisoned by me …"
Before he could finish his words, Fang Xingjian shook his head and said, "Right now, what I hate the most are people who play with poisons in battles."
With that, Fang Xingjian walked up to Allen's back with a single step, and with a tremble of his longsword, he pierced toward Allen's back. It was true that Allen had some tricks up his sleeves. Almost at the instant Fang Xingjian disappeared, he rolled on the ground, wanting to dodge Fang Xingjian's sword attack. At the same time, a stream of poisonous smoke rose up from where he had been standing, drifting toward Fang Xingjian.
However, how could Fang Xingjian allow him to leave? He retreated and dodged the poisonous smoke. At the same time, two streams of Ether Sword Ripples slashed out from the left and right, slashing Allen, who had been rolling on the ground, into a toad. With an agonizing cry, Allen was sent flying, and a series of poisonous smoke shot out.
Fang Xingjian let out a cold snort and circled around the poisonous smoke, drawing a great arc. He then thrust out 188 sword attacks consecutively. Poisonous blood splattered and amidst a series of agonizing cries, Allen was slashed out one sword attack after another.
Little did he know that just the act of him poisoning Allen had already infuriated Fang Xingjian.
In the following battles, Wei Leng, Anderson, and Hoult seemed to have been affected by Fang Xingjian's vicious attack. They all started to attack viciously.
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