The mentors in the Killing Techniques Palace naturally took turns to be on duty. After all, as Conferred Knights, they had too many things to do. Therefore, they could only take turns to provide guidance on sword arts.
Usually, there would be four and a half hours in the morning and four and a half hours in the afternoon. For the rest of the time, there would be no mentors around.
Most of the time, it was not the academy's teachers but just the students.
However, there was no need to doubt their sword arts cultivation. They were people who had trained the sword technique they were in charge of to the maximum level and had even reached the later few stages. They had either completed it or were working hard to synthesize it.
Of course, after synthesizing it, the essence of the Thunderbolt Sword Technique would still be present, and they would still be able to perform it.
Duolun, who was in charge of the Thunderbolt Sword Technique, was one of the students. He was ranked 38th in the academy and had reached the maximum level of the Thunderbolt Sword Technique at level 15.
The first stage of the Killing Techniques Palace was not likely to send someone too strong to guard it. After all, if the top three Conferred Knights were to be sent to guard it, it would be a waste of the experts' time, and the disciples who were here to learn the Thunderbolt Sword Technique would not be able to pass the stage and learn the later stages.
Even so, Duolun, who had reached level 15 in the Thunderbolt Sword Technique, would still have to put in a lot of effort to defeat him.
Based on Duolun's judgment, the two people who had been cultivating the Thunderbolt Sword Technique at the first level of the Killing Techniques Palace for the past few months would need at least another year to be able to defeat him and pass the first stage to the next stage.
As for newcomers like Fang Xingjian, Duolun felt that it would probably take even longer, especially since the learning at the beginning would be a waste of his time.
Therefore, after seeing how Fang Xingjian was reading through the Thunderbolt Sword Technique, Duolun let out a sigh of helplessness and put down the manual regarding the 'Mountain Shifting Sword'. This was the sword technique manual for the next stage, and it was also the one he would read every time he took charge of the first stage after copying it down.
The reason why he put down the manual was because he knew that Fang Xingjian would definitely ask him questions as he read through the manual, asking for guidance. Therefore, he decided not to read it.
However, under his astonished gaze, Fang Xingjian, who had only scanned through the Thunderbolt Sword Technique once, did not ask him for guidance at all. Fang Xingjian merely focused on practicing with his sword.
The Netherworld River had been damaged during the Regional Selection, so Fang Xingjian could only temporarily use the level 9 Divine Weapon, Demoness' Howl, which he had bought in Kirst's black market.
However, with the Heavenly Sword Sovereign's specialty 'Swordless Path', even the level 9 Demoness' Howl had been strengthened into a level 19 Inferior Divine Weapon. It shone brightly like an Effulgence Weapon.
However, although he had the Swordless Path, one of the reasons why Fang Xingjian wanted to earn money was to change his longsword, or even purchase a tremendous amount of rare treasures to strengthen himself, just like what he had done in Kirst.
It would be even better if he could buy a level 29 Superior Divine Weapon.
"Hey, the Thunderbolt Sword Technique is not an ordinary Killing technique. It draws out the energy from the ether particles in the air to form lightning attacks. If you don't use it well, you'll hurt yourself. For someone like you to just take a look and practice it yourself …"
Duolun stopped halfway through his words. It was because Fang Xingjian, who was dancing around Demoness' Howl, was still a little shaky at the start. However, after a few moves, he became very familiar with it. Halfway through his words, streams of electricity appeared in the surrounding air. As Fang Xingjian's Demoness' Howl pierced through the air, they turned into streams of electricity snakes that slithered around Fang Xingjian.
"What kind of joke is this?"
"He's already mastered the first level of the Thunderbolt Sword Technique?"
The two students at the side also looked at Fang Xingjian in astonishment, as if they could not believe what he had just done.
Rota smiled proudly. She did not know why, but when she saw how astonished the three of them were, she felt a sense of satisfaction and pride surging in her heart.
She could not help but say, "Haven't you guys heard of this year's Regional Champion, Fang Xingjian? He's the one who solved all seven levels of the Pantheon Monument's mysteries. How could the Thunderbolt Sword Technique be a problem for him? "
Hearing Rota's words, Duolun also reacted, "That's right, this guy keeps squinting his eyes. I thought that it was because his eyes were small, but it turns out that he's blind. It's said that Fang Xingjian is blind."
Just as the few of them were feeling astonished, the longsword in Fang Xingjian's hand moved to and fro like lightning in the sky, piercing through the air and letting out thunderous sounds.
As he continued to brandish his longsword, the electricity that was shot out increased in number and intensity. In the blink of an eye, it was like a huge ball of lightning, surrounding Fang Xingjian completely.
"This level of lightning … It's already at level 2? No, it's already at level 3 or 4. " Right now, Duolun could no longer maintain his composure. He stood up in great astonishment, looking at Fang Xingjian as if he was looking at a god.
Indeed, to be able to cultivate sword arts at such a fast speed as Fang Xingjian's, he would be like a god in the eyes of ordinary people.
Fang Xingjian did not have any intention to hide it either. His sword stance changed once again, and streams of sword Qis and thunderous sounds rang out consecutively. The densely packed lightning gradually condensed and gathered, turning into many plasma-like lightning dragons that gathered around Fang Xingjian's sword. They continued to move about together with Fang Xingjian's sword dance.
Fang Xingjian's Thunderbolt Sword Technique continued to improve at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye. He extracted the power of the ether particles in the air, and the continuously increasing number of electrons jumped and danced around him like spirits. They were as obedient as puppies.
The students present, who had been learning the Thunderbolt Sword Technique, no longer had the arrogance they had before. They even felt a hint of embarrassment when they thought of how they had behaved earlier. It was as if they were ashamed of showing off in front of Guan Yu.
However, they were unwilling to leave or lower their heads. It was because they were afraid that they would miss out on Fang Xingjian's sword dance.
They watched as Fang Xingjian performed the Thunderbolt Sword Technique move after move, his longsword drawing out many graceful trajectories. The vital energy, blood, tendons, and bones in his body continued to circulate, changing the frequency of his body.
The ether particles in and out of his body continued to exchange intensely, producing violent energy flows.
There were many sword theories that they did not understand in the past, but after watching Fang Xingjian's sword dance, they seemed to have gained a new understanding.
They looked at Fang Xingjian's sword dance hungrily, as if they were looking at a teacher's guidance. This was especially so for Fang Xingjian's incessant corrections and improvement in his movements. It was something that they could only dream of.
Ten minutes, thirty minutes … An hour passed by. Everyone present watched quietly as Fang Xingjian danced the Demoness' Howl. The surrounding electrons seemed to be getting increasingly denser, and everyone's bodies felt a faint feeling of numbness.
The few electric dragons that flowed along the body of Fang Xingjian's sword were so bright that they turned white. It was as if there were several hundred incandescent lamps stacked together, causing others to be unable to see his figure clearly.
Finally, as Fang Xingjian retracted his sword force, a myriad of thunderous sword howls rang out, and all the electric dragons gathered together, turning into a heaven-piercing lightning pillar. With a light tap from the tip of Fang Xingjian's sword, it struck down onto the ground of the hall.
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