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Although his entire body seemed to have turned to steel, Armor King was astonishingly fast. Like a gust of wind, he drifted before Iron Hand in an instant.

The next moment, his right leg swept out, moving so fast it seemed to vanish.

B-grade Martial Art—Shadowless Kick!

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Fang Xing's forehead at the sight.

Because he knew that if Armor King used that move against him, he would have no way to block it.

His opponent's legs were too fast, too powerful... It was as though there were no bones in them at all.

Bang! Bang!

Facing Armor King's leg techniques, which seemed to meld into the wind itself, Iron Hand made only a very ordinary move: he blocked!

He raised his mechanical right arm in front of himself.

Smack!

The next moment, it was as though an iron whip had struck a shield, and a violent metallic crash resounded across the ring.

The piercing sonic boom made every spectator's eardrums ache.

Fang Xing focused intently on the two figures constantly shifting positions atop the ring.

Crack!

Powerful gusts scattered in all directions, leaving thin cracks even along the edge of the ring.

These two Uncut Jade Realm martial artists are probably among the very best Uncut Jade Martial Artists, aren't they? They might even be able to challenge some weaker fourth-realm fighters?

The thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

"I'm sick of watching your leg techniques."

The next moment, Iron Hand, the Mecha Martial Artist who had seemed to be defending all along and had been forced into a corner of the ring, revealed a trace of savagery on his face.

Sssht!

A blade suddenly extended from the center of the palm on his mechanical right arm.

A flash of cold light struck Armor King's whipping leg, sending a long spray of sparks flying!

Armor King immediately leaped back some distance and stared warily at Iron Hand.

"It's here—Iron Hand's blade!"

the Master of Ceremonies shouted excitedly.

"Is this fighting match even legit? One side can just pull out a weapon? That's completely unfair, isn't it?"

Hao Chi, the blond-haired youth, waved his betting slip, his eyes reddening.

He had placed a huge bet on Armor King!

"Idiot... Armor King is an Ability User too. With Steel Skin, his entire body counts as a weapon. Are they supposed to ban him from the match?"

A Female Office Worker beside him sneered. "There has never been absolute fairness in this world..."

Hao Chi had originally felt somewhat guilty, but after glancing at the betting slip in her hand, he immediately refused to back down. "Don't talk to me when you bet on Iron Hand..."

Inside the fighting cage.

Iron Hand raised the blade on his right hand. "Kill!"

In that instant, Fang Xing saw a flash of blade light!

The blade light was cold and pure... and seemed to carry an indescribable intent!

Even though it was merely a simulated intent, it was still enough to shake every spectator!

Is this the Ghost God Blade's 'With one blade in hand, neither ghosts nor gods remain'?

Fang Xing's eyes lit up.

Wasn't this exactly why he had come to watch the Blood Cage Arena fights?

"Indeed... it isn't slaughter. If I had to describe it, it's more like 'confidence,' but it also contains slaughter..."

As Fang Xing silently sensed that intent, he suddenly gained a few ideas about reaching Beginner level in the Ghost God Blade.

As expected, martial arts still require a good teacher. If a teacher proficient in the Ghost God Blade demonstrated it personally, the results would definitely be better than this...

Though he had gained insight into the intent within that battle, Fang Xing knew that it still wasn't enough for him to reach Beginner level through this alone!

By then, his attention had already been drawn to that brilliant, crazed blade light.

Merely watching it from the sidelines was enough to seize his mind. What, then, was it like for Armor King, who was facing that blade light head-on?

The next instant, Fang Xing saw.

Within the blade light, Armor King was grinning viciously. "I already knew that your killing move was the Ghost God Blade, Iron Hand... But unfortunately for you, my superpower has just evolved to its second stage. I can take it... but can you take my Heaven Severing Earth Extinguishing Leg?"

Almost as he spoke, the steel-colored skin on Armor King's body underwent another change!

Diamond-shaped scales emerged beneath his skin, forming something like a suit of scale armor with incomparable defensive power.

Not only that, Armor King himself shot skyward through the blade light like a Poison Dragon, his legs descending madly like a Poison Dragon's fangs.

An intent no weaker than that of the Ghost God Blade emerged, carrying an air of utter annihilation as it swept across the ring!

A-Rank Martial Arts—Heaven Severing Earth Extinguishing Leg!

"Oh no, Iron Hand is going to lose!"

The Female Office Worker who had spoken earlier wailed and furiously tore up her betting slip.

"Ha ha... Go, Armor King!"

Hao Chi, the blond-haired youth, cried out excitedly at the sight.

Then...

Fang Xing saw another flash of blade light.

This blade light was not particularly dazzling, but it was exceptionally pure. It cut straight through the countless leg shadows and slashed heavily into Armor King's chest.

"Impossible!"

Armor King roared as the black iron scales on his body seemed to gather toward his chest of their own accord, forming Heart Guard Mirrors one after another.

But it was useless!

No matter how many iron-armored scales there were, they were all ultimately cleaved apart by that blade light.

The blade's edge was icy and sharp. It sliced through Skin and Flesh, drawing blood and leaving a wound so deep that bone was visible across Armor King's chest.

"The path of the blade means charging forward without hesitation!"

Iron Hand stood before the fallen Armor King, his expression resolute as he spoke calmly.

"Ahhh!"

The spectators screamed as though they had gone mad. The Female Office Worker nearly broke down. "Iron Hand, you donkey's balls... You won, but I already tore up my betting slip!!"

Hearing this, Hao Chi suddenly felt much better. Even the Female Office Worker looked far more pleasing to the eye.

He stepped forward, intending to say something else, only for the Female Office Worker to grab his head and kiss him fiercely...

Well, this kind of environment really is perfect for letting off steam...

Fang Xing sensed the atmosphere around him growing increasingly frenzied. Some customers had even grabbed the Bunny Girls beside them and begun groping them.

He looked back toward the ring and saw people carrying Armor King away, with doctors treating him nearby.

Clearly, the Fighting Arena won't deliberately sacrifice fighters of this caliber and leave their lives to the customers' decision... At the very least, only true 'distinguished guests' would be allowed to do that...

As Fang Xing watched it all, he suddenly lost interest. He left the Fighting Arena and prepared to wait for the bus to depart.

He did not yet have the strength to leave the Black Market on his own at night!

"Did you enjoy yourself, sir?"

A voice suddenly sounded from beside him.

Fang Xing turned and saw that it was Roubao, Zhang Jiarui. She was still dressed as a Bunny Girl, her violet eyes deep and unfathomable.

"What? Aren't you going to serve the customers?"

He pointed toward the Fighting Arena, which was still bustling with excitement.

"I'm serving customers too..." Zhang Jiarui licked her lips. Her tongue was short and pink, carrying an inexplicably seductive charm.

"Uh, no thanks."

Fang Xing waved his hand. In any case, he had no plans to get off the bus again before it reached its destination.

"Then what a pity. I hope Iron Hand's performance tonight satisfied you, sir."

Zhang Jiarui got off the bus and headed toward the Fighting Arena.

Fang Xing watched her retreating back, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.

A security guard in a black suit was welcoming Zhang Jiarui into the Fighting Arena. He even bowed slightly, appearing extremely respectful.

And that guard seemed to be the customer manager who had been responsible for escorting the vehicle earlier!

As though she had noticed his gaze, Zhang Jiarui looked back one last time and gave him a mischievous smile.

It seems Roubao's background isn't so simple... She's actually working as a greeter too, playing the fool to catch the tiger?

Fang Xing closed his eyes and did not dwell on it.

After all, the Blood Cage Arena clearly had powerful backing. It was not something he should provoke lightly.

What mattered more was that he had finally witnessed the simulated intent of the Ghost God Blade tonight. He needed to make the most of it.

"A-Rank Martial Arts use meditation, hypnosis... to allow even ordinary third-realm martial artists to simulate a trace of intent's power in advance!"

"With one blade in hand, neither ghosts nor gods remain?"

"First meditate, then hypnotize yourself, drawing closer to that intent... Once you can simulate even the barest prototype, that should mean reaching Beginner level in the Ghost God Blade. Only then can you consider the stages of Ghost Slaughter, Slay Gods, and Fighting Ghosts and Gods..."

"I haven't received personal instruction from an excellent teacher. I have to figure things out by watching battles myself, and I don't know the Demon Blade either. The beginning will be extremely difficult..."

Fang Xing sighed inwardly.

As he pondered the Ghost God Blade's Meditation Method, more and more passengers gradually boarded the bus. They were all customers from the Fighting Arena.

Once the fights were over, they would be sent back to the station where they had arrived today, then return to their homes and continue being corporate drones tomorrow.

Fang Xing looked around and noticed that many people were missing.

Clearly, those people had been stirred up by tonight's fights and wanted to have more fun in the Black Market afterward.

After all, the entertainment venues here were more thrilling than anything they could imagine.

I wonder how many of them will still be alive tomorrow?

Fang Xing merely glanced at them before turning his attention back to the scenery outside the window.

Rumble!

Before long, the engine started, and the bus slowly drove away.

Green Forest Market.

Shack No. 57, Ding Character District.

Basement.

Fang Xing sat cross-legged, his hands forming a strange seal.

According to the theory of the Meditation Method, the ten fingers were all keys that opened the mind, so different hand seals often had different effects.

Forming this seal now was conducive to meditation.

"No thoughts, no notions, No-Thought State..."

Gradually, Fang Xing's mind settled, and his heart became utterly clear.

Then, he began visualizing the blade Iron Hand had swung earlier!

With one blade in hand, neither ghosts nor gods remain!

Drip!

In an instant, waves rose across his calm "lake of the heart." The once-clear water instantly turned pitch-black, and countless distracting thoughts surged forth!

"No..."

Fang Xing opened his eyes, one of them having turned blood-red.

He forcibly calmed himself, then shook his head. "Without the Demon Blade's prerequisite of controlling Demonic Nature, I become plagued by Heart Demons at the very first hurdle. There's no way I can get past it..."

He glanced at the Attribute Panel and found it unchanged as always, with no additional entry. That left Fang Xing feeling helpless.

If it couldn't even appear on the attribute panel and didn't reveal a Health Bar, then there really was no way to grind it...