Three days later, in the training room, Fang Xingjian had turned into a blurry gray shadow, flashing and moving around the room.
Wherever he passed by, streams of black light would pierce through the air, stabbing into the ground.
Those were the Ox Hair Needles that Huang Lin had borrowed from the military. They were a type of standard military equipment that was extremely fast and had great destructive power.
As the last one thousand Ox Hair Needles were shot out, Fang Xingjian also came to a stop. He pulled out the earplugs from his ears and touched his eyes.
Jack and Anthony put down the needle boxes in their hands and stuck out their tongues.
"This thing is really powerful. Even a Knight could be hit by a volley of needles at such a close distance if they are not careful."
Anthony said, "This was originally developed by the military to allow ordinary soldiers to pin down enemies at the Knight level. However, as long as the Knight level is on guard, they won't be able to pass through the Reduced Force Field. "But if they were to take turns to shoot them out, it would be enough to deplete a lot of their stamina."
Jack looked in Fang Xingjian's direction and asked with concern, "How is it, Xingjian? Have you succeeded?"
"Mmm."
Fang Xingjian lowered his hand from his eye sockets. He now had another specialty, High Agility Motion Vision. It increased the transmission speed of the optic nerve, strengthening the practitioner's motion vision.
With his sufficiently high attributes, he had been training crazily for the past few days, and very soon, he had completed ten thousand 0.1 second reflexes and ten thousand high speed attacks. He then obtained High Agility Motion Vision and Heightened Reflexes.
In fact, these two specialties were hard to obtain for Warriors who had not completed the first transition.
For strong enough Warriors who had completed the first transition, or even most of the second transition Warriors, Heightened Reflexes and High Agility Motion Vision were compulsory subjects.
Only Warriors who had yet to complete the first transition would find it harder to obtain these specialties due to their insufficient attributes.
However, this was clearly not a problem for Fang Xingjian. He looked at his specialties and felt that the muscles throughout his body were emitting waves of heat, continuously breaking through their limits with each exercise.
'Perfect Muscles … will be completed soon.'
Jack asked, "Xingjian, will you make it in time? It's up to you to win the duel. How confident are you? "
"It's just a small matter, there's no need to worry about it." Fang Xingjian's eyes were blank, as if he was in a trance. "You guys can leave, I'm going to practice my sword."
Jack and Anthony looked at each other and slowly retreated.
Jack exhaled and said, "Do you feel it? The pressure Xingjian is giving off is getting greater and greater. "
"Yes." Anthony nodded in agreement. "The feeling he gave me was even more pressurizing than the instructors."
Inside the training room, Fang Xingjian suddenly started walking. He circled around the training room, his pace getting faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, he turned into countless shadows.
Just by walking like this, Fang Xingjian's muscles, muscles, and bones were circulating according to the Way of Sword Arts, which meant that he was constantly practicing his sword arts.
Several tens of sword techniques continued to circulate in his mind. Fang Xingjian had used nine months to complete the cultivation process that would take others several decades. In terms of sword arts, he could already be considered a grandmaster of his generation.
But now, he had also encountered a problem that only a grandmaster would encounter.
'Using sword techniques to constantly circulate my body, augmenting the Waves …'
'The Waves are being circulated perfectly …'
'But as the sword moves change, I only feel that it's not perfect.'
Fang Xingjian's eyes narrowed, and a slight change appeared in the circulation of the force throughout his body.
His breathing seemed to have lightened a little, and the blood flow in his right elbow and right shoulder seemed to have slowed down a little.
With such a slight change, Fang Xingjian saw that the words' Mistral Windgod's Waves' on his Stats Window had become slightly blurry, as if it would change into something else at the very next moment.
'Following my own feelings, the circulation of force feels more natural and smoother.
'But due to the change in the force exerted, the Waves will also change in my breathing and blood flow …'
What surprised Fang Xingjian even more was that if he wanted to change, it was not that the Waves would stop circulating, but that the Mistral Windgod's Waves would change into another type of Waves.
'Should I do it?
'Following my own feelings and cultivating the new Waves? It might even affect the first transition?
'Or should I just obediently cultivate the Mistral Windgod's Waves and become a Windstorm Sword Hero?'
Fang Xingjian was instantly caught between a rock and a hard place.
It was because everyone could only cultivate one type of Waves, and if they were to change their cultivation path, they would have to walk down this path to the very end.
It was because it was impossible for a person's life frequency to change abruptly. It was unknown how much time it would take for the body to adapt to the new Waves and return to the original rhythm of the Waves.
Days passed by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day before the duel.
The rumors regarding Fang Xingjian in the academy were getting more and more unfavorable. It was because up until today, Fang Xingjian had yet to enter the secret realm to go through the job transition.
In most people's eyes, he had completely lost all hope of going through the job transition.
Fang Xingjian stood in the training room, looking at his Stats Window. He had gained another speciality, Perfect Muscles. Muscles allowed him to have strong endurance like a marathon champion, as well as explosive power like a sprint champion. It allowed the practitioner's strength and agility attributes to gain 10% of the endurance attribute.
And in this period of time, he had integrated sword arts into his every action, practicing sword arts twenty-four hours a day, allowing those Training sword arts that Fang Xingjian had yet to reach the maximum level to reach perfection.
In addition to the daily circulation of the Nurturing and Training sword arts in his body, tempering the attributes of his physical body, Fang Xingjian's current attributes had become:
Name Fang Xingjian Age 16
Occupation Warrior's Squire
Level 9
Strength 48 + 4
Agility 61 + 4
Reaction: 47
Endurance: 41
Flexibility: 41
The attributes above come into effect once the Mistral Windgod's Waves is activated.
Due to Perfect Muscles, + 4 in the endurance attribute.
Nurturing Sword Techniques 31 sets
Training Sword Techniques 4 sets
Specialties Genius Swordsmanship, Elementary Survival Instinct, Internal Healing, Internal Training, Sword Specialist, High Agility Motion Vision, Heightened Reflexes, Perfect Muscles
Potential 8,500 points increase/day
Waves Level 1 Mistral Windgod's Waves
Mental Cultivation Method Level 1 Ice Age Meditation Art
Right now, his requirements for both attributes and specialties were higher than that of a Windstorm Sword Hero. If he were to go through the job transition in a secret realm, there was a 99% chance that he would become a Windstorm Sword Hero.
However, he continued to stare at the Stats Window, at the words' Mistral Windgod's Waves' that were sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, as if deep in thought.
He was still hesitating.
Fang Xingjian could not help but recall the experiences of the Tempest Overlord and the other two.
'Compared to them, the three of them had to face their fellow disciples who were learning the sword with them, watching as the others leveled up, learned skills, trained specialties, and completed the job transition step by step. They, on the other hand, had spent over twenty years learning the basics of sword arts, integrating Waves into their sword arts, and integrating sword arts into their physical bodies. In this process, how much hesitation and helplessness must they have felt? How many looks of disdain and mockery must they have suffered? '
It was already very difficult for a person to persevere in something for over twenty years.
What was even rarer was that they did not even know if what they were persevering in was right or wrong, or whether they would succeed or fail.
'What was it that made all of you persevere?'
The information of the geniuses of the previous generations of the Empire, those monstrous geniuses, flashed through Fang Xingjian's mind once again.
Fang Xingjian did not know why they persisted in creating new Waves, new mental cultivation methods, and even new jobs.
But he knew that the reason why he was hesitating was because his sword arts were high enough, and he had sufficient confidence in his control over the circulation of his sword arts.
'I believe that as long as I modify them according to my ideas, my body will be strengthened even more. I believe that the sword arts I modify will be even stronger, and the Waves that are performed with the sword arts should also be more suitable for my sword arts and my body. Because my talent in sword arts is number one in the world. '
Waves of confidence shone in Fang Xingjian's eyes. He started moving again, practicing his sword arts and circulating the Waves.
At midnight that day, Fang Xingjian and Huang Lin appeared in front of the secret realm on the west side of the academy.
It was a white stone palace with a height of over thirty meters. The thick stone pillars and shattered marble all showed how ancient this palace was.
Huang Lin said calmly, "At midnight today, among the academy's seven secret realms, the ether particles in the Sanctuary will be the most active. Are you ready? "
Fang Xingjian let out a sigh, and there seemed to be sword light gathering in his eyes. "I've been waiting for this moment for far too long."
Watching as Fang Xingjian slowly stepped into the pure white palace, a hint of nervousness appeared on Huang Lin's face.
Not long after Fang Xingjian entered the palace, a white-haired elderly man slowly appeared next to Huang Lin.
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