As Robert ran off to take over the opponent's fortress, the instructors who were acting as judges in the valley immediately announced the end of the competition. Class 256, which Fang Xingjian was in, was the victor.
On the cliff, everyone in Class 252 sank into a strange silence. Everyone's minds seemed to be replaying the scene where Fang Xingjian had defeated Class 253 like an autumn gale sweeping up fallen leaves.
Renault took in a deep breath and stared fixedly at Fang Xingjian, who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating in silence. He suddenly said, "This Fang Xingjian is very powerful."
"A Windstorm Sword Hero is naturally powerful." Xiu Yi's eyes were filled with a cold gleam. "It's just that I didn't expect him to be this powerful."
At this moment, a strong killing intent surged in both of their hearts. Seeing a young man who had only transitioned for a month, easily defeating a powerful Knight who had transitioned for three years, how could they not be jealous and furious? They were burning with jealousy, wishing that they could replace Fang Xingjian.
"Such talent, such talent... Why isn't it with me?!" Xiu Yi's eyes were fixed on Fang Xingjian, revealing a snake-like greedy gaze.
However, the next moment, they retracted their killing intent. At least for now, in the academy, it was impossible for them to attack Fang Xingjian.
"There's no need to fear the other people in Class 256. The key is Fang Xingjian. If we want to defeat them, we'll just have to defeat Fang Xingjian," Renault said, licking his lips.
"Maybe we don't have to defeat them." Xiu Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe we just have to hold them back. Moreover, in this world, speed does not mean invincibility. "
"That's right." Renault grinned. "Speaking of which, I like fast opponents the most. Hehehehe."
Just then, a commoner Knight from their class ran over, walked to Xiu Yi's side and said, "Young Master Xiu Yi, someone from your family has come. He says he has something for you."
...
Seeing the judge announce the victory, Fang Xingjian slowly stood up. Anthony and Jack were the first to rush up, saying excitedly, "We won, we won!"
"Xingjian, you're too amazing. You … You single-handedly defeated all ten of them!"
Ferdinand, as well as Carter and Zhou Yong, who were behind him, had also recovered their strength and stood up. However, their countenances were extremely grim. Although they had won the competition, they had become clowns on the battlefield, let alone performing well. They had been defeated by Fang Xingjian alone in front of so many big shots. It was too embarrassing.
Ferdinand's countenance was also extremely grim. He took a long look at Fang Xingjian and then turned to leave.
Class 253's Claude was still sitting on the ground, panting heavily. He looked at Fang Xingjian and said, "You've won this time. I won't lose to you again."
Fang Xingjian threw a glance at him, not even bothering to reply. Claude was already a monster among commoners, but when faced with a talent like Fang Xingjian's, once he was surpassed, he would never have the chance to catch up to him in this lifetime.
Seeing how Fang Xingjian was looking down on him, Claude let out a cold snort, feeling indignant. However, he did not say anything else. He only made up his mind to train harder when he got back.
'Seems like it's time to make a trip back to Netherworld Valley. Even if I have to train my Hundred Poison Battle Physique, I must win against this guy at least once.'
Jack, who was at the side, said, "Let's go have a big meal to celebrate."
Fang Xingjian shook his head. "You guys go ahead. Just put the money on me." Boris smiled.
Coming from the Shadow Moon Academy, he had been living in the forest all year round, spending his days hunting and barbecuing. The people from their academy revered the strong and power the most.
Initially, he had thought that Kaunitz, Barbara, Ferdinand, and himself were the strongest in this batch. However, ever since Fang Xingjian had defeated Kaunitz previously and then defeated ten Knights right before his eyes, his gaze toward Fang Xingjian was now filled with admiration.
"Xingjian, please come to my villa for a gathering. I've brought our academy's barbecued ferocious beasts. This is the specialty of our Shadow Moon Academy. You must try it."
Fang Xingjian shook his head. Right now, his mind was filled with the new sword techniques he had learned today. How could he be interested in having a gathering with them?
The next moment, disregarding the others' attempts to stop him, Fang Xingjian dashed out with a slight sway. From afar, he looked like a black line cutting across the sky, heading in the direction of the academy.
However, just as his silhouette was about to disappear, a voice rang out from afar, drifting into the ears of the few of them.
"Send a set of barbecued meat to my villa."
Jack blinked and said, "Recently, Xingjian seems to like eating more and more."
Anthony smiled and said, "It must be that the Headmaster has stuffed him with too many delicacies, causing his appetite to swell."
...
Fang Xingjian turned into many illusions, and within a few minutes, he had brought along strong gales as he dashed into the training room.
Along the way, the servants who saw him all nodded and bowed. Then, with a loud sound, the door to the training room was shut heavily.
In the room, Fang Xingjian turned into a sky full of sword shadows, performing the sword techniques he had secretly learned today without holding back.
He had learned a total of ten sets of Nurturing sword techniques from his opponents today. Fang Xingjian had been practicing the techniques in his mind, and his cultivation speed was already faster than that of ordinary people. Now that he was performing them physically, the sky full of sword shadows bloomed, as if hundreds of flowers were blooming at the same time, releasing countless resplendent sword lights.
The ten sets of Nurturing sword techniques he had just learned also continued to grow stronger at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.
His current experience in sword arts, as well as his cultivation in sword arts, could not be mentioned in the same breath as in the past. His talent in sword arts was even greater, and within a short five hours, he had already trained more than half of the sword techniques to level 10.
He then rested for a while, ate the dinner sent by the academy, and continued his practice.
After another three hours, he had trained all ten sets of sword techniques he had learned to level 10.
However, only two sets of sword techniques had provided him with additional attributes. This meant that the effects of these two sets of sword techniques were not the same as the other Nurturing sword techniques he had learned, and could provide him with additional potential.
With a ratio of two out of ten, as he cultivated more and more Nurturing sword techniques, the number of Nurturing sword techniques he could find that were effective would also decrease.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Fang Xingjian saw a maid dozing off as she waited for him. Next to the maid was a small cart.
Fang Xingjian walked up to her, opened the cover of the small cart, and saw a big bowl of barbecued meat placed there.
It was a pity that a lot of time had passed, and the barbecued meat had already turned cold.
However, he did not care about this. He tore off a big piece of meat and put it into his mouth.
Just then, the maids at the side woke up. Seeing Fang Xingjian's actions, they got a shock and said loudly, "So … Sorry … Let me help you heat it up."
"There's no need." Fang Xingjian waved the maid away, and quickly stuffed the entire piece of barbecued meat into his mouth. He did not look at the ten or so potential points he had gained, but was instead savoring the taste of the barbecued meat.
"Not bad," After finishing the last piece, Fang Xingjian snapped his fingers, and a maid walked over.
"Tell the chefs to learn how to make this barbecued meat. I want to eat it tomorrow."
"Yes." The maid seemed to be used to it, nodding and leaving.
As Fang Xingjian walked towards his room, he looked at his Stats Window. On it, there were a few blurry words that seemed to be trying to form, but were unable to.
This was the situation that had started after he had trained all ten sets of Nurturing sword techniques to level 10 today.
Fang Xingjian looked at this scene curiously, thinking to himself, 'What speciality is this? Is there anything else I can't form? Could it be that I need to cultivate more Nurturing sword techniques? '
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