So What If You Can Fight?

"The gap with the Foundation Building Realm is simply too great."

Fang Yuan stared at the Mad Blood Daoist, his sword hand trembling slightly as he gasped for breath.

Three consecutive swings had already pushed him to his limit, consuming most of the true qi in his body, yet they had only blocked a single attack.

One had to know—

When he faced the Second Chief of Green Ridge Stronghold, who was at the same level as him, he hadn't even needed to draw his sword. A simple sword-finger had been enough to slay him.

The difference between the Xiantian Realm and Foundation Building Realm was like the distance between clouds and mud, an insurmountable chasm!

"You can block one of my attacks. You have every right to be proud!"

A strange look flickered in the Mad Blood Daoist's eyes. Then he pointed a finger at the top of Fang Yuan's head, and in an instant, countless strands of spiritual energy converged there.

He always went all out when dealing with geniuses. He never held back much.

The Blood Cloud Palm he had used just now was a profound martial art. Forget those in the Xiantian Realm—even cultivators who had just entered the Foundation Building Realm would lose their lives if they were even slightly careless.

"The gap in strength is too great!"

Fang Yuan took a deep breath. Facing an old hand in the Foundation Building Realm, it was difficult with his current eyesight to find any flaws.

As the finger pressed down, it swiftly gathered spiritual energy from every direction, forming a pillar that seemed to hold up the sky.

Before it even fell, the pressure had already bent Fang Yuan's body several inches.

"Everyone, attack together and help the Young Master!"

Seeing this, the Fang Family steward wore a worried expression and wanted to charge forward, but Fang Yuan stopped him with a glance.

Ordinary Ninth Layer Houtian Realm cultivators were as weak as ants before someone in the Foundation Building Realm. Even with more of them, they would be dealt with in a single slap.

He hadn't yet reached the end of his rope!

Fang Yuan drew a long, rod-shaped object wrapped in cloth from behind him. It turned out to be another sword.

But this sword was different. The moment it left its sheath, its clear ringing echoed in every direction, stirring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Fang Yuan struck again. A stream of Sword Qi, more than ten zhang long, shot toward the finger about to descend.

Boom...

The two forces collided, instantly shattering and dissolving in midair. A dazzling light burst forth, and the shockwaves left many people staggering.

"So he really is a disciple of a great family—even has a Spiritual Weapon!"

Seeing his attack dispelled, the Mad Blood Daoist wasn't the least bit annoyed. His gaze shifted to the sword, greed filling his eyes.

"And he's got a Cosmic Pouch. What a haul."

Spiritual Weapons were already precious, and sword-type Spiritual Weapons were the cream of the crop, worth a fortune. Even cultivators in the Foundation Building Realm would covet one.

As for the value of the Cosmic Pouch, it had already been mentioned, so there was no need to elaborate.

"You'll have to be alive to take it!"

Taking a beating without fighting back wasn't Fang Yuan's style. Now that he held a Spiritual Sword, he wanted to test the might of someone in the Foundation Building Realm.

Boom...

The more-than-ten-zhang stream of Sword Qi reached the Mad Blood Daoist in the blink of an eye, its force astonishing, as if it could shave a small mountain flat.

"A Spiritual Weapon in your hands is a waste of a treasure."

The Mad Blood Daoist remained disdainful. Blood-red true qi gathered in his palm, and he thrust it forward, instantly smashing the Sword Qi.

Fang Yuan said nothing. His gaze was cold as he advanced with Phantom Step, heedless of the true qi in his body, and unleashed several frenzied sword strikes.

With a Spiritual Weapon's help, the Sword Qi he released at full strength consumed less than a tenth of the true qi it had before.

That was why holding a treasure in battle could raise one's strength by a great deal.

Who wouldn't be tempted?

The Mad Blood Daoist pressed forward step by step, his eyes never leaving the Spiritual Sword. With a flick of his finger, he shattered stream after stream of Sword Qi.

Boom... Bang...

Seeing that the moment had come, Fang Yuan swung his sword while decisively throwing a punch with his left hand, which he had been charging up for a long time. It fell like a shooting star!

After all this time cultivating, Myriad Star Fist had reached its peak, allowing him to unleash twice the force!

What did that mean?

His physical strength had now reached five thousand jin. Doubled, that was ten thousand jin—already on the level of someone in the Foundation Building Realm.

And with the boost from his gathered true qi, his power could reach fifteen thousand jin!

Cultivators in the Foundation Building Realm were indeed powerful, but their bodies were relatively weak. Take a direct hit from this, and he would die!

"Not good!"

The Mad Blood Daoist's pupils contracted sharply. He hadn't expected this sudden burst of punching force to pose even the slightest threat to his life.

He reacted swiftly, gathering true qi around his body to protect himself and forcing it inward to shield his internal organs as well.

Pfft...

But there had simply been too little time. The Mad Blood Daoist's defense wasn't thorough enough; the blow sent him flying more than ten zhang, blood spilling from his mouth.

"The Young Master wounded a Foundation Building Realm cultivator!"

"Heaven bless our Fang Family!"

"I wasn't mistaken. That was the clan's supreme martial art, cultivated to its peak—the realm even many elders have never reached."

The stewards' eyes glittered as they exclaimed one after another. The ordinary members of the family were even more excited.

But Fang Yuan, the one who had done it, couldn't feel happy at all.

He had nearly exhausted all his strength, and there was little true qi left in his body. Even so, he had only inflicted a light injury on the Mad Blood Daoist!

That was right, a light injury.

The gap between the Xiantian Realm and Foundation Building Realm was too great to be made up by external means.

"Boy, I admit I underestimated you. You're far stronger than the younger generation in the Royal City."

The Mad Blood Daoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered. "Too bad you'll die here today!"

"Me? That's not certain."

Fang Yuan smiled for no apparent reason, looking at ease. He even planted the Spiritual Sword point-first in the ground, as if he were letting down his guard.

"Could he still have another trick up his sleeve?"

The Mad Blood Daoist watched Fang Yuan warily, trying to see how he would react, but Fang Yuan remained calm.

"Doesn't matter."

The Mad Blood Daoist strode forward, spreading his five fingers into a claw as he tried to seize Fang Yuan by the throat.

Before absolute strength, any schemes or tricks were utterly useless!

Bang...

The Mad Blood Daoist was just about to succeed.

Just then, true qi exploded through the air. A peerless stream of Sword Qi, more than a hundred zhang long, slammed into him.

In an instant, the Mad Blood Daoist went cold all over. Chills shot from the soles of his feet straight to his crown, and he stumbled backward again and again.

Pfft!

No matter how the Mad Blood Daoist tried to dodge, the crisscrossing Sword Qi still severed one of his arms, gravely wounding him in an instant.

"Young Master, are you all right?"

A sword-wielding man dressed in white drifted down. He had sharp brows, bright eyes, and a resolute face; the aura he revealed was astonishing.

"Thank you, Uncle Mo."

Fang Yuan smiled and nodded. "I'm fine. A little pressure is part of going out to gain experience."

As an unmatched genius of a great family, with a patriarch for a father, it was only natural that a strong expert would protect him in secret.

Out here, you needed strength, but you also needed connections. So what if you could fight? Could you call in backup?

"Why is there another Foundation Building Realm expert?"

The Mad Blood Daoist endured the pain, his face full of disbelief. "Those bastards lied to me."

Fang Yuan caught those words keenly and asked in a low voice, "Who's behind you?"

"If you spare my life, I can tell you."

Fang Yuan had lost his patience. He glanced at Uncle Mo and simply said, "Kill him!"

"Kill me, and you'll be buried with me."

The Mad Blood Daoist let out a crazed laugh, eyes bulging as blood vessels covered his eyeballs. It looked as if he was about to make one last desperate stand.

"He's burning his blood essence to forcibly raise his strength."

Uncle Mo saw through the trick at a glance and spoke calmly.

"Uncle, are you confident?"

"He's only at the sixth layer of the Foundation Building Realm. No more than an ant."