Kirst's City Lord looked at Fang Xingjian and the four shaky swordsmen, and his countenance turned even more grim, turning as black as the bottom of a pot.
Thinking of the Conferred Knight's remains that he was about to hand over, he felt even more pained.
He had been rearing twenty Wind Eagles, and each one of them could be said to be his treasures. They were all precious resources that could be used by his clan to nurture talents in the future. However, ten of them had been snatched away by Headmaster Jackson, and this had already caused him great pain.
Now, he was going to hand over the Conferred Knight's remains that he had gathered with great difficulty. These were treasures that could be used to create Superior Remains Divine Weapons in the future, treasures that could suppress a region.
Seeing how black his face was, Huang Lin smiled and said, "City Lord, when will the Conferred Knight's remains be sent over?"
"Hmph, are you afraid that I won't keep to my word?" With that, he waved his sleeves and turned to leave. "I'll send it over tomorrow."
Looking at his disappearing back, Huang Lin smiled inwardly. The Tresia Clan's clan head said with a bitter expression, "I'll also send someone to send the Body Tempering Medicine over next year."
Huang Lin then looked at the leader of the Aristocratic Academy, Houston, and asked, "When will the deed of the house be sent over?"
Houston said unwillingly, "Got it. I'll send someone to send it over in a while."
Huang Lin added, "Also, don't remove the servants, gardeners, housekeepers, and all sorts of plants and furniture."
Houston let out a snort and said, "Don't worry. I'm not such a sore loser." In his heart, he was cursing Fang Xingjian for being a sly old fox. He had just been thinking of removing everything in the manor and losing an empty house to Fang Xingjian.
However, regardless of how they felt about the bet, the fact that Fang Xingjian had single-handedly defeated ten Knights a month after his job transition had been deeply imprinted in their minds.
To be honest, any one of them would be able to defeat ten ordinary Knights. However, how long had they been cultivating? How long had Fang Xingjian been cultivating for?
This was no longer something that could be simply described as a genius. All the clans and influences in Kirst seemed to have slightly changed their plans regarding the academy because of Fang Xingjian's performance today.
…
Naturally, Fang Xingjian did not know that his master and the Headmaster had already won a huge pile of gifts for him. He held his sword with one hand and seemed to casually sweep and stab with his sword. However, it was this seemingly casual sword strike that seemed to be extremely fast in the eyes of ordinary people. Even the wind from the sword that swept past their faces gave them the feeling that they were being slashed by a sharp blade.
Four swordsmen surrounded Fang Xingjian. It was clear that the four of them were attacking Fang Xingjian from four directions, but they felt as though they were being surrounded by countless people. Long swords pierced through the air, shining with dazzling sword light. At every moment, it seemed as though there were countless sharp swords flying towards them.
Quick!
Quick!
It was too fast!
That was their only thought at the moment.
Fang Xingjian's sword seemed to be at their throats at all times, able to take away their distance at any time. They could only desperately display all the sword techniques they knew, trying their best to resist the waves of attacks that came one after another like a tsunami.
Crisp clanging sounds rang out incessantly from the swords of the four swordsmen, and the tidal-like attacks continued to press down on their nerves.
Each sword blade seemed to sweep past their hearts, throats, and temples.
Every strike of the sword seemed to drain every ounce of their strength.
Unknowingly, they were no longer able to use their Killing techniques.
Just relying on the simplest Nurturing and Training techniques, they squeezed out their energy time and time again, breaking through their limits time and time again, trying to catch up to Fang Xingjian's pace.
Every minute and every second seemed to drag on like a year.
Finally, with four consecutive clanging sounds, the swords in the hands of the four swordsmen were all sent flying. After spinning a few rounds in midair, they stabbed into the ground.
The four swordsmen, including the blue-haired Knight, all let out a breath. They either half-knelt or fell to the ground, panting heavily.
At this moment, they actually felt more relaxed, as though it was finally over.
The blue-haired Knight panted heavily, feeling as though his heart was about to jump out from his chest. All the muscles in his body did not want to move in the slightest.
He looked at Fang Xingjian in a daze. Fang Xingjian stood still with his sword in hand, his face not flushed nor was he out of breath. From the way he strolled leisurely, it was impossible to tell that he had just experienced an intense battle.
"This guy … What kind of monster is he …"
"I've always known that every Prefectural Champion is a ferocious beast in human form …"
"But this Fang Xingjian … It's only been a f * cking month since he transitioned … Is he going to let us live?"
The others were also horrified, and their expressions were more or less the same.
Behind Fang Xingjian, Zhou Yong, who had been shouting and scolding Fang Xingjian, was like a duck whose neck had been squeezed. His mouth was agape, but he could not say a single word. He stared at Fang Xingjian with his eyes wide open, as though he was looking at some prehistoric beast.
Ferdinand let out a bitter laugh, lying on the ground with his back facing the sky. He really did not know how he should comment on this match.
Robert looked at Fang Xingjian with gleaming eyes, rejoicing at his own judgment. He was now even more determined to follow Fang Xingjian.
Fang Xingjian sat cross-legged on the ground, continuously practicing the sword techniques he had just learned in his mind. Other than the two sets of Nurturing sword techniques he had learned from Zhou Yong, he had also learned another eight sets of Nurturing sword techniques from the four swordsmen he had trampled on earlier. These four people came from different factions and academies, and after depleting their energy, he had learned another eight sets of Nurturing sword techniques from them.
However, after practicing for a while in his mind, he realized that everyone was still staring at him in a daze. He opened his eyes, threw a glance at Robert, and said, "Go take over their fortress. That way, the match will end, right?"
"Yes … Yes … I got it." Robert looked at Fang Xingjian, who was brimming with killing intent, and his voice was trembling. He nodded and ran towards the opponent's fortress.
Claude laughed coldly, "There's finally a good show to watch. Fang Xingjian, I really want to know what the outcome would be if you were to fight with those freaks from Class 248 and Class 249."
Class 248 and Class 249 were the classes that had been in existence for the longest time. They were older than Fang Xingjian and the others by seven to eight years. They were also publicly acknowledged as the strongest class in the academy.
The Prefectural Champions of the two classes were also recognized as the two strongest Knights in the entire academy. Even the one from Class 248 who had passed the Regional Selection was only considered to be slightly stronger than the two of them.
…
With the end of the match, Huang Lin and the Headmaster walked out with smiles on their faces. They had won so many things today. The bone remains that Kirst's City Lord had brought could be used to forge a Divine Weapon for Fang Xingjian.
The antidote from the Netherworld Valley could be used as the academy's resource reserves. Even if they were to sell it, it would be a huge sum of money.
As for the Body Tempering Potion that Tresia Clan's clan head had lost, they could use it directly on Fang Xingjian to increase his body's potential.
There was also the manor that the old aristocrat, Houston, had lost. It was priceless. Even if they had no one to stay in, they could sell it for a huge sum of money.
However, just as they walked out of the valley and headed in the direction of the academy, a silhouette suddenly blocked their way.
The two of them stopped and focused their gazes. It was Kirst's City Lord who had blocked their way.
Huang Lin smiled, "Hey, old man, don't tell me that you're unwilling to lose and want to kill us to silence us?"
"Hmph." Kirst's City Lord frowned and said, "It's like this. You all know that my skills with staffs are superb. But … my youngest daughter just happens to like sword and saber arts. Today, I saw that Fang Xingjian's sword arts aren't bad. How about getting him to give my daughter some guidance? "
Huang Lin was stunned for a moment before he said, "Old man, don't tell me you're thinking of introducing your daughter to Xingjian?"
Hearing Huang Lin say it so straightforwardly, Kirst's City Lord could not help but blush. He said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just letting the youngsters get to know each other."
It turned out that when he had left earlier, the more he thought about it, the more resentful he felt. Thinking of how he had to give away the bone remains that he had just obtained not too long ago, he felt even more displeased.
However, just then, one of his subordinates mentioned to him that Fang Xingjian did not seem to have any relatives. If he could take him in as a son-in-law and let him join their family, then not only would the Superior Remains Divine Weapon be his, even Fang Xingjian would be considered half a son to him.
Hearing this suggestion, Kirst's City Lord immediately became interested. This was why Huang Lin had seen this scene before him.
Seeing that Huang Lin still wanted to say something, Kirst's City Lord shouted, "Alright, alright. I'll get my daughter to send the bone remains over tomorrow. After that, just get Fang Xingjian to give her some pointers on her sword arts every week."
With that, he flew off without even turning back, as if he was not worried that Huang Lin and the others would not agree.
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