Naturally, those who had also come to watch the competition were not only the leaders from the city and the academy. On the other side of the cliff, Class 252's Renault and Xiu Yi stood on the cliff with their heads held high. Behind them were a few aristocrats, and behind them were some commoner Knights who were bowing to them.
Seeing that Fang Xingjian had first wiped out Barbara and the other four, who were on the same side as him, Renault laughed out loud. "This Fang Xingjian is really interesting. Very interesting. "When we fight him tomorrow, I must have some fun with him."
"Interesting?" Xiu Yi's gaze was cold as he said, "There are only two possibilities for him to do this. One is that he has already given up on the competition, and the other is that he feels that even with five less people, he will still be able to win."
"Oh?" Renault stroked his chin and said, "Although Class 253 is one year behind us, if I, the Prefectural Champion, were to go up against them, along with that blockhead from their class, it would still be a little difficult for me to wipe them out. "Hehe, it seems that this Fang Xingjian thinks that he has abilities that are about the same as mine?"
Xiu Yi said expressionlessly, "Who knows? Most of the Knights who have just transitioned and practiced Killing techniques will have some misconceptions that they shouldn't have due to the great improvement in their abilities, thus making them underestimate their own abilities. "As for whether Fang Xingjian is being too arrogant, or if he has really become as strong as you in just a month of training, we'll find out soon enough."
"Hehe, one month of training is equivalent to four years of training?" Renault licked his lips, revealing an excited expression. "If that's really the case, then it'll be even more interesting. Only by defeating such a genius will one truly be excited. "
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Just as everyone was astonished by Fang Xingjian's actions, at the other end of the battlefield, in front of the fortress belonging to Class 253, ten Knights in Knight attire had already finished their preparations.
The man in the lead was terrifyingly tall, with a height of 2.5 meters. Just his forearm alone was as thick as an ordinary person's waist, and he looked like a huge King Kong that looked like a human.
He was the leader of Class 253, the champion of the Prefectural Selection three years ago, Claude. He was a freak with extraordinary talent. Although he had started out as a commoner, he had been born with four innate specialties.
Although he had lived in the Yellow Springs Valley since he was young, he had never practiced the Poison Art there.
His physique, on the other hand, was extremely abnormal. Not only was it natural, but it was also nourished by countless poisons and tonics in the Yellow Springs Valley since young.
He had just reached Level 19 this year, but all five of his attributes had already exceeded 70 points. Moreover, due to the existence of four Innate Talents, his stamina was long, and he was immune to poison. He also had extraordinary strength. Even his stratum corneum was as thick as rhinoceros skin. Ordinary blunt blows were almost completely ineffective against him.
He was born to be a fierce general on the battlefield. Coupled with his Death Whirlwind class, he could be said to be a meat grinder on the battlefield.
A cruel smile appeared on his tanned face, as he licked his teeth and said, "Everyone, the reason why so many people have come to watch the competition today is to see that Windstorm Sword Hero. Hehe, a little b * stard who has just transitioned a month ago wants to ride on our heads and take a dump. But that's fine too. There are so many big shots watching. As long as we perform well enough, we can sell ourselves for a good price when we leave the academy in a few years. "
With that, he raised the two short axes in his hands, one on the left and one on the right, and bellowed, "Hahahaha, all of you, attack! I'll take responsibility for breaking that Windstorm Sword Hero's legs!"
Seeing Claude charging out alone like a tank, the other members exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly.
An archer sighed and said, "I knew it …"
A blue-haired Knight holding a longsword smiled and said, "Since you know, why are you sighing? Charging around recklessly, using the absolute difference in power to crush the opponent. Isn't this Boss' style all along?"
The other members also laughed. Clearly, compared to Class 252, which Renault and Xiu Yi were in, Class 253, which Claude led, did not seem to differentiate between aristocrats and commoners. They also got along more harmoniously.
All the members followed the blue-haired Swordsman's instructions. The blue-haired Swordsman smiled and said, "Do you guys still remember? Three years ago, when we had just started participating in the inter-class competition. "
"Of course." A man in a cloak, who was darting about in the shadows, said, "We were tortured for a year. If not for the fact that there's a new batch, we would have been tortured to death."
"Hehe." The blue-haired Swordsman smiled and said, "Fang Xingjian, huh? As a Windstorm Sword Hero, do you have any way to reverse this situation? Because of the absolute difference in power brought about by time, do you have any way to overcome this? "
As they advanced, they did not see any enemies at all. The blue-haired Swordsman stroked his chin and said, "It's just as I thought. Rather than taking the initiative to be eliminated, they chose to defend the fortress? "Because of the absolute difference in power, they want to drag it out at the fortress, relying on their geographical advantage to fight, or even drag it out to a draw?"
After advancing for another minute, although the blue-haired Swordsman had an idea of the opponent's battle strategy, he continued to instruct his team members in an orderly manner, advancing at a steady pace. Along the way, he continued to scout according to the usual battle strategy.
However, until they reached the fortress, they did not meet with any attacks.
"What's going on? The leader should have arrived, right? Why aren't there any sounds of battle? "
They had long gotten used to their leader, Claude, charging into the enemy's group like a rhinoceros, turning the place upside down. They would then surround and annihilate their opponents from the back.
However, there seemed to be something wrong with the battle situation today.
When they reached the fortress, they saw Claude, who was 2.5 meters tall and looked like a small giant, standing there in a daze.
The blue-haired Swordsman threw a glance in the direction of the fortress and his pupils contracted slightly. He said with a little uncertainty, "Hey, hey, hey. Claude, did you do this? How long has it been and you've already gotten rid of the five of them? "
The small giant, Claude, shook his head. "I didn't do it. Be careful, don't move first."
Hearing this, everyone was slightly taken aback. They all knew that among Claude's innate specialties, there was one called Wild Beast's Intuition. He could sense the presence of danger and killing intents, and was extremely sensitive. Relying on this, they had gotten through many difficulties.
However, this was the third time that Claude spoke in such a serious tone.
Just then, Zhou Yong's curses rang out once again.
"Fang Xingjian! You b * stard!
"What are you guys still looking at?! Quickly beat this guy to death and you'll win!
"Go on, go on! Push down this fortress! We've all surrendered!"
Hearing Zhou Yong's curses, everyone in Class 253 was slightly stunned. The blue-haired Swordsman frowned and said, "Internal strife? Or is it a trap? "
Just as the people in Class 253 were feeling extremely puzzled, Fang Xingjian, who had been sitting cross-legged and cultivating, suddenly trembled slightly. Like a willow leaf, he floated up and landed on the ground.
There was a calm smile on his face, and his eyes seemed to be open but not quite open, as if they contained countless secrets.
He raised his finger and pointed at the people in Class 253 one by one.
Claude spat out a mouthful of saliva and laughed savagely, "You're that lucky guy who transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero? What the hell are you guys up to? "
"Nothing much. The few on the ground have nothing to do with you guys." After Fang Xingjian pointed at the last person as if he was counting, he smiled and walked over, saying slowly, "Other than the four who use swords, the rest of you can leave first."
Before he finished his words, Fang Xingjian's silhouette suddenly disappeared. An unprecedented killing intent instantly filled Claude's entire body. He let out a furious bellow, letting out a cry like that of a tiger or a lion on the verge of death. The two axes in his hands had already slashed forward fiercely.
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