Kirst's City Lord let out a snort and said, "Since no one has any objections, let's continue watching the competition." Tina from the Netherworld Valley gritted her teeth, wanting to rebut but not daring to open her mouth.
The Headmaster threw a glance at Huang Lin, who looked at Fang Xingjian confidently.
Amongst these people, he had been sparring with Fang Xingjian almost every day. He was the only one who truly understood how strong Fang Xingjian was now. Fang Xingjian's talent was almost like that of a monstrous genius, and ordinary Knights had no chance of winning against him.
If not for this, how could he have taken the initiative to make the bet with Kirst's City Lord?
'In another two years, when Xingjian reaches level 19, all the Knights in the first transition, including those old monsters with years of experience, will no longer be a match for him.'
Looking at Huang Lin's confident smile, the Headmaster frowned, but did not say anything to stop Kirst's City Lord.
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Zhou Yong, on the other hand, felt as if he had sunk into a hell-like state of cultivation. Each time he struck out with his sword, each time he blocked a move, he would feel a flash of sword light, and suddenly, the tip of a sword would pierce into his body, as if it had sliced through space.
Streams of Reduced Force Field's power stuck onto his body like countless spider webs, causing his strength to be depleted crazily within a few minutes. He felt as if he had entered the deep sea, and with each step he took, he had to break through layers of pressure, depleting a lot of his physical strength.
Unknowingly, the light on the tip of his sword was no longer there. He no longer had enough physical strength to continue performing Killing techniques. If he were to forcefully perform them, not only would they be useless, they would also damage his foundations.
His Radiant Light Sword Technique used Waves in conjunction with sword techniques to produce sword light to confuse the enemy. When trained to a high level, he could even use ether particles to produce sword light with destructive power. Even sword light could kill, and it was a perfect match for his Waves and mental cultivation method.
However, although Killing techniques were powerful, they also depleted physical strength. If one were to forcefully perform them without sufficient physical strength, it would cause damage to the body, and even cause irreversible damage to the practitioner's foundations.
In a situation where one's physical strength was insufficient, it would be difficult to perform Waves and mental cultivation methods. After all, when one was so tired that one could not even stand up and could fall asleep with just one's eyes closed, how would one be able to control one's breathing and blood flow? How would one be able to maintain the various thoughts of mental cultivation methods in one's mind?
And to Fang Xingjian, Zhou Yong was simply too weak. Fang Xingjian had only exchanged over ten blows, and then used his Reduced Force Field to continuously deplete his opponent's physical strength, causing him to be unable to perform any more Killing techniques.
With his stamina depleted, Zhou Yong could only perform Nurturing sword techniques that would not harm his body and would strengthen his foundation.
Seeing Zhou Yong clumsily executing Tresia Academy's Nurturing techniques, the corners of Fang Xingjian's lips curled up slightly.
Zhou Yong did not notice the changes in Fang Xingjian at all. In fact, he could not even react in time. He could not even see Fang Xingjian's silhouette clearly.
He only felt that his opponent's sword attacks were like a raging storm enveloping him, with longswords piercing through every inch of space in all directions. He was like a small boat in a storm, desperately fending off his opponent's attacks, not even having the time to say a single word.
Compared to Zhou Yong, who was struggling to hang on, Fang Xingjian was much more relaxed. He casually brandished his sword techniques, sensing the changes in Zhou Yong's sword techniques through each collision, and trying to guess his opponent's sword techniques.
It was a pity that Zhou Yong and Kaunitz were both from Tresia Academy, and Fang Xingjian had already secretly learned most of the sword techniques he had performed from Kaunitz. However, back then, Kaunitz had not performed a few Nurturing techniques. This time around, Zhou Yong had performed all of them.
And now, what level had Fang Xingjian's sword arts cultivation reached? A total of thirty-one sets of Nurturing techniques, almost all of them at level 20 or level 30. This allowed him to be said to have reached the pinnacle of Nurturing techniques, reaching a terrifying level.
This also allowed him to learn at an extremely fast speed. It was as if after Zhou Yong had performed one or two moves, not only would he be able to learn them immediately, he would even be able to deduce the other moves of this sword technique.
It was only then that Fang Xingjian realized how terrifying his sword arts talent was.
Although his speed of picking up sword techniques was already very fast, he was still a newbie after all. The amount of time he had spent learning the sword was too short, and his understanding of sword arts, sword theories, and the human body were too little. This had caused his talent to be unable to be fully unleashed.
But now, Fang Xingjian knew thirty-one sets of Nurturing techniques alone, and had even picked up Training techniques, integrating sword arts into Waves. He had even picked up a Killing technique like the Supreme Mistwind Sword. How astonishing was his experience in sword arts?
If he were to turn around and pick up those basic Nurturing techniques, he would be able to master them in one go. Just by casually sparring with Zhou Yong, he had already learned most of them. One could only imagine how fast his speed of picking up these sword techniques would be.
'My talent will probably be able to display even more astonishing effects as my level of sword arts and experience in sword arts increases.'
A hint of understanding flashed in his mind, and Fang Xingjian also picked up two sets of Nurturing techniques from Zhou Yong that he had not been able to pick up from Kaunitz back then.
With a crisp clang, the longsword in Zhou Yong's hand flew out of his hand, falling onto the ground.
It was as if he had expended the last bit of his energy in that instant. He sprawled on the ground, panting heavily. He struggled to lift his head and saw that Fang Xingjian had his eyes closed in concentration, as if he was thinking about something. Very soon, he sat down cross-legged, and no one knew what he was doing.
Suddenly, a column of smoke rose up from the cliff. Zhou Yong opened his eyes wide and looked over, feeling bitter. He suddenly shouted at Fang Xingjian, who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, "Fang Xingjian, you b * stard! Are you crazy?
'I'm going to lose again!
'It's all your fault!'
Zhou Yong was cursing non-stop, but Fang Xingjian ignored him completely. He had already started to wholeheartedly organize the two sets of Nurturing techniques he had just picked up in his mind.
He then discovered that by practicing these sword techniques in his mind, he was able to increase his proficiency in them. Although it was not as much as when he was practicing with his body, it had already far surpassed the proficiency gained by ordinary people when they were practicing sword arts.
'As expected, as my sword arts cultivation continues to grow stronger, the effects of my talent will also become stronger and stronger?'
With that, he completely ignored Zhou Yong's curses and focused on practicing his sword techniques in his mind.
On the other side of the cliff, Kirst's City Lord laughed, "Huang Lin, this disciple of yours is really interesting. He can clearly defeat his opponent with a single sword attack, but he likes to slowly tease his opponent, like a cat toying with a mouse. Furthermore, his opponent is a teammate from the same class … He's really vile."
The others at the side also nodded in agreement. Who would have thought that Fang Xingjian would be able to pick up his opponent's sword techniques in such a short period of time? They all thought that Fang Xingjian had a vile character.
Netherworld Valley's Tina looked towards the north and said, "Mmm, the other team has also started to move. Damn it, why are they so fast? Slow down! "At this moment, Tina regretted even more that she had bet on Fang Xingjian's team to be able to hold out for an hour.
Kirst's City Lord laughed out loud, "I think they'll be able to finish the battle in fifteen minutes."
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