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The smile returned to Steward Fu's face, as if he were reassessing the person across from him.

Fang Yuan did not wait for him to speak.

Nor did he intend to explain anything to Qian Duoduo and Li Suxin. This already involved the core of his talent.

The one truly passing down this story was not any particular person, but a position, an identity.

Just as with Foolish Egg and Third Brother, they told stories for Fang Yuan because they trusted Fang Yuan.

And Shopkeeper Li passed on that story because Shopkeeper Li himself had already believed in that thing.

He was merely a chosen vessel.

Whether it was Steward Fu or Shopkeeper Li, they were only different people telling the same story.

Qian Duoduo panted heavily. "Fang Yuan..."

Fang Yuan had already raised his blade, its tip aimed at Steward Fu.

"Then why don't you guess—are you getting stronger faster, or is my blade faster?"

Steward Fu did not answer.

The next moment, his body swayed.

Like a candle flame tilting to one side when a gust of wind passed by,

but in the next instant, that hand had already reached Fang Yuan, its five fingers slightly curled,

the fingertips coated in an unnatural iron-blue color as they went straight for his throat.

So fast.

Fang Yuan's heart jolted. Before he could fully raise his blade, the fierce wind from the strike was already in his face.

This was getting stronger?

No, this could no longer be explained by merely "getting stronger."

An ordinary shopkeeper, according to the records in the booklet,

had still been an ordinary man bullied by Martial Artists several months ago. Yet now, the speed of his attacks

was enough that even Fang Yuan, a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist at the pinnacle, could not block in