So What If You Can Fight?

"The gap with Foundation Building is truly too vast."

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

Striking three times in succession was already his limit, draining most of the true qi within his body, yet he had only managed to block a single attack.

Understand this.

When he faced the Second Chief of Green Ridge Stronghold, who was at the same realm, he didn't even need to draw his sword—a finger pressed like a blade could extinguish him.

The gap between Xiantian and Foundation Building was like mud and clouds, an insurmountable chasm!

"To block one of my strikes, you can be proud of yourself!"

Mad Blood Daoist's eyes flickered with surprise, then he pointed a finger toward Fang Yuan's crown, instantly gathering countless strands of spiritual energy.

When dealing with geniuses, he always went all out, holding little back.

The Blood Cloud Palm just now was a profound martial art; even a cultivator newly entered Foundation Building, if careless, would lose their life to it, let alone a Xiantian realm cultivator.

"The gap in strength is too great!"

Fang Yuan took a deep breath. Facing an old-hand Foundation Building expert like this, with his current insight, it was hard to find any openings.

As the finger pressed down, it quickly converged spiritual energy from all directions, forming a pillar that seemed to prop up the heavens.

Before it even landed, it had already bent Fang Yuan's body several degrees.

"Everyone, attack together! Help the Young Master!"

Seeing this, the Fang Family Steward's face filled with worry, and he wanted to rush forward, but Fang Yuan stopped him with a glance.

An ordinary Xiantian ninth-layer was as weak as an ant before Foundation Building; no matter how many, it was just a matter of a single slap.

He wasn't at his wit's end yet!

Fang Yuan pulled out a cloth-wrapped, rod-shaped object from behind his back—it was another longsword.

But this sword was different. The moment it left its sheath, a crisp sword hum rang through the eight directions, stirring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Fang Yuan struck again, his Sword Qi stretching over ten zhang, aimed directly at the descending finger.

Boom...

The two collided, shattering and dissolving in midair, erupting with dazzling light. The shockwave sent many people staggering.

"So even a major clan disciple has a Spiritual Weapon!"

Seeing his attack neutralized, Mad Blood Daoist was not at all annoyed. His gaze shifted to the longsword, his eyes filled with naked greed.

"And a Cosmic Pouch too. What a rich haul."

Spiritual Weapons were precious to begin with, and sword-type Spiritual Weapons were the cream of the crop, immensely valuable—enough to make even Foundation Building cultivators covet them.

As for the value of a Cosmic Pouch, it had been mentioned before and needed no further elaboration.

"You'll have to live to take it!"

Passively taking a beating was never Fang Yuan's style. Now that he held a Spiritual Sword, he wanted to test the might of Foundation Building.

Boom...

A Sword Qi over ten zhang long shot straight toward Mad Blood Daoist in an instant, its momentum terrifying, as if it could shave down a small hill.

"A Spiritual Weapon in your hands is nothing but a waste of a treasure."

Mad Blood Daoist remained disdainful. Blood-colored true qi gathered in his palm, and with a push forward, he shattered the Sword Qi.

Fang Yuan said nothing, his gaze cold. He stepped forward with Phantom Step, caring nothing for the true qi in his body, and madly slashed out several times.

With the aid of a Spiritual Weapon, the Sword Qi unleashed at full power consumed less than a tenth of his own true qi.

Thus, wielding a treasured artifact could elevate one's combat strength by a huge margin.

Who wouldn't be tempted?

Mad Blood Daoist pressed forward relentlessly, his eyes never leaving the Spiritual Sword. With a flick of his fingers, he shattered each Sword Qi.

Boom... Thud...

Seeing his moment, Fang Yuan swung his longsword while simultaneously throwing a punch with his left hand, which had been building power—like a falling meteor!

After this period of cultivation, the Myriad Star Fist had reached its peak, capable of unleashing doubled power!

What did that mean?

His current physical strength had already reached five thousand jin; doubled, that was ten thousand jin—already at the power level of Foundation Building.

And with the boost from true qi accumulation, the burst could reach fifteen thousand jin!

Foundation Building cultivators were indeed powerful, but their physical bodies were relatively fragile. Taking this hit head-on would mean death!

"Not good!"

Mad Blood Daoist's pupils sharply contracted. He hadn't expected this sudden fist force to bring him a hint of mortal threat.

His reaction was swift. Not only did he condense true qi to protect his body's surface, but he also channeled it inward to shield his internal organs.

Ptoo...

But the moment was too brief—the Mad Blood Daoist's defenses were incomplete, and his body was blasted back over ten zhang, blood spewing from his mouth.

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

"Heaven blesses our Fang Family."

"I saw it clearly—that was the clan's ultimate martial art cultivated to its peak, a realm even many elders haven't reached."

The stewards exchanged glances, their eyes flickering as they let out one exclamation after another, let alone the ordinary clan members, whose faces brimmed with excitement.

But the one involved, Fang Yuan, couldn't muster any joy.

He had nearly exhausted all his strength, with barely any true qi left in his body, and had only inflicted a light wound on the Mad Blood Daoist!

Yes, a light wound.

The gap between the Innate Realm and Foundation Building was no longer something external objects could bridge.

"Boy, I admit I underestimated you. You're far stronger than any of the younger generation in 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 inexplicably, his expression relaxed, even thrusting his Spiritual Sword upside down into the ground, as if letting down his guard.

"Does he have some other trick?"

The Mad Blood Daoist's gaze turned wary, staring intently at Fang Yuan, waiting to see his reaction, but the man remained perfectly calm.

"Forget it."

The Mad Blood Daoist strode forward, his five fingers stretching into a claw, aiming to grab Fang Yuan by the throat.

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

Boom...

Just as the Mad Blood Daoist was about to succeed.

Suddenly, true qi exploded through heaven and earth, and an incomparably fierce sword qi, over a hundred zhang long, slammed into his body.

In an instant, the Mad Blood Daoist's entire body went cold, a chill shooting from the soles of his feet straight to his crown, and he retreated wildly.

Ptoo!

No matter how the Mad Blood Daoist dodged, the crisscrossing sword qi still severed one of his arms, gravely wounding him in a flash.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

A sword-wielding man in white robes descended gracefully. With sharp brows and starry eyes, his face was resolute, and the aura he exuded was astonishing.

"Thank you, Uncle Mo."

Fang Yuan nodded with a smile. "I'm fine. When training outside, one should always face some pressure."

As a prodigy of a great clan, with a father who was the clan head, having an expert secretly protecting him was only natural.

When you're out in the world, you need strength, but you also need backing. So what if you can fight? Can you call in reinforcements?

"How is there another Foundation Building Realm expert?"

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

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

"Spare my life, and I'll tell you."

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

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

The Mad Blood Daoist revealed a manic grin, his eyes wide with fury, bloodshot, as if ready to fight to the death.

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

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

"Uncle, are you confident?"

"Mere Foundation Building, sixth level—an ant."