The fusion between Tyrande and Fang Xingjian was the result of Tyrande using his unique body structure to imitate the Heavenly Abyss Annihilation Armor, sticking onto Fang Xingjian's body like armor.
There might not seem to be any difference, but Tyrande had engulfed the physical body of a Demigod with two tiers of perfection. After merging into Fang Xingjian's body, Fang Xingjian was able to draw out the power from the 1,440 specialty seeds.
With this fusion, Fang Xingjian felt as if endless power was gushing out from void space, and the vital energy and blood in his body seethed like a great river.
At this moment, Fang Xingjian felt as if his physical strength had increased by ten or even a hundred times. Endless power was gushing out from the many specialty seeds in his body, making him feel extremely exhilarated.
With a light step, waves of air currents were generated in the air, and his entire person had already flown a distance of ten kilometers. He took another step, and as his body cut through the air, thunderous sounds rang out, and he was already several thousand meters high in the sky.
'As expected, after we fused together, my physical strength increased crazily. It's even above that of ordinary Demigods with two tiers of perfection.
'My physical strength has increased tremendously. Coupled with my original sword arts cultivation, my battle prowess on Earth has also become stronger.
'However... I still need to become even stronger. '
Thinking of his opponent this time around, surging negative emotions surged in Fang Xingjian's heart. In this battle, no matter what moves his opponent performed or what arrangements they made, he would not allow himself to fail.
Just then, Tyrande said, "Alright, let's remove the fusion first."
"Hmmm?" Fang Xingjian asked, "Aren't you going to get used to it?"
"To hell with getting used to it." Tyrande said angrily, "Try being together with a guy with your entire body sticking together. This won't do. I'm going to puke..."
"Hmmm? Where are you going to puke in your current state? "
"I don't know either, but I feel that I can't hold it in anymore."
...
In the sky, Fang Xingjian looked at the ground under his feet and sank into deep thought. He was constantly condensing his specialty seeds, and he was also tempering his martial will without stopping for a single moment.
However, if he wanted to improve his combat power qualitatively in the next month, it would be too late to use ordinary methods.
At this moment, Fang Xingjian's eyes suddenly flashed as he looked at a street dozens of kilometers away.
On the street, dozens of desperadoes armed with machetes had forced a young man into a corner.
The bearded leader shouted, "Kid, do you know who's protecting this street? How dare you ruin our business? If I don't take one of your arms today, we won't be able to live on this street anymore. "
The young man said angrily, "Who can't stop a bunch of thieves from stealing? You'd better think this through. Stealing will only result in arrest. If you dare to cut me today, all of you will go to jail! "
"Yo, kid, you're quite arrogant."
"Kill him! Let's see if he still dares to be so arrogant. "
"We'll take one of his arms and he'll know fear."
In that instant, over ten people charged forth, and the young man barely managed to fend off a few attacks. He was already covered in blood, and at the next moment, a machete came slashing down toward his face. It was clear that they wanted to kill him.
Faced with this slash that was coming down toward his face, the young man's mind suddenly went blank. An unprecedented terror filled his mind, causing his body to turn numb. His muscles twitched, and the blood throughout his body flowed down at a rapid speed.
However, at the next moment, the long saber broke, and Fang Xingjian was already standing before him.
No one present had been able to see how Fang Xingjian had appeared before them. It was even more impossible for these minor characters at the bottom of the social hierarchy to know who Fang Xingjian was.
The bearded man said in surprise and doubt, "And who are you? Are you going to protect this kid? "
Fang Xingjian did not look at him. Instead, he turned to look at the young man, sensing the terror in the latter's heart.
"This is the fear of life and death. It might also be the greatest fear humans have."
Looking at Fang Xingjian's appearance, the bearded man let out a cold laugh and said, "Another one who's putting on an act. Brothers, slash him to death!"
However, at the next moment, an eerie sword intent swept out, and the sounds of machetes dropping onto the ground rang out incessantly. All the machete-wielding men had turned into vegetables and were lying on the ground.
The bearded man let out an agonizing cry as if he had seen a ghost. With a bang, he dropped to his knees. How could he not know that he had met with an expert? "Se … Se … Sir, please spare my life."
However, when he lifted his head to look, there was no sign of Fang Xingjian. Then, he felt a pain in his chest. He did not know when it had happened, but a large hole had appeared in his chest, and blood was gushing out like water.
Sensing the fear the bearded man had before his death, Fang Xingjian came to a realization.
'If I wish to further temper my martial will, I'll probably have to rely on the fear of life and death.'
What was the most terrifying thing in the world? Different people might have different answers, but the most common answer would probably be death.
That was the instincts of living creatures and humans. It was something that everyone was most unwilling to face, yet it was something that they had no choice but to face.
In the following one month, Fang Xingjian started all sorts of attempts. There was only one goal — to get close to death and use the threat of death to force out his potential. He wanted to further temper his will and complete his fifth God-Slaying Sword.
At the beginning, he put himself in danger. He plunged down from a height of 100,000 meters, smashing out a huge crater.
He entered a trench that was several tens of thousands of meters deep into the sea. In the pitch-black deep sea, he faced the terrifying water pressure to temper his sword arts.
He jumped into volcanic magma and went deep underground, watching as the rock strata engulfed and pressed down on him bit by bit.
He soaked himself in liquid nitrogen, feeling his body temperature gradually decrease, and his heartbeat became increasingly slower.
He did not inform anyone to assist him. It was because that would mean that he would lose the trial of the threat of death.
After that, the various powers on Earth were no longer able to make him feel any danger. Therefore, he changed his method.
…
He moved around the battlefield, watching as many bullets and cannonballs took away one life after another.
"Who are you?!" A soldier looked at Fang Xingjian who was moving around the battlefield like a ghost and bellowed, "Stop there! Don't move!"
However, at the next moment, Fang Xingjian had already disappeared before his eyes, just like a real ghost.
He came to the slums and saw many numb and despairing gazes. He saw many emaciated figures collapsing on the hospital beds, calmly facing death.
An old man looked at Fang Xingjian who had suddenly appeared before him in a daze. He saw that Fang Xingjian was floating slightly on the ground, with streams of sword light wrapping around him like wings. The old man could not help but ask, "Are you an angel?"
Looking at the old man's final smile, Fang Xingjian dissipated into the air.
Witnessing death, witnessing death, and observing death.
During the last few days, the deathly aura on Fang Xingjian's body got increasingly stronger. He looked like a ghost that had come from the netherworld. He went to many hospitals and watched as lives continued to pass away every day.
Fury, despair, terror, calmness, numbness... In the face of death, everyone displayed different attitudes.
On the last day before the arranged battle, Fang Xingjian came to a run-down hospital, found an empty hospital bed, and lay down on it.
Over the past one month, he had tried many things, seen many things, and experienced many things. He also had a special understanding of death.
However, he was still lacking a little.
Fang Xingjian knew that it was time for him to take another step forward.
After entering the hospital, it was as if no one could see him wherever he passed by. No one would ask him why he was lying on the hospital bed.
Fang Xingjian lay on the hospital bed and slowly closed his eyes.
This time around, he was going to face death personally.
At the moment he closed his eyes, his breathing became increasingly softer, and his heartbeat became increasingly slower. In the end, it was as if he had completely lost his breath, turning into an ice-cold rock.
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