On the arena, Fang Xing stared at the woman opposite him, Fang Xing gaze unwavering.
At such a young age, he was able to advance to the level of the Thearch Realm expert, and after refusing to be accepted as a disciple by any other expert, he stubbornly left to travel the world after studying the Fang Household's classic texts. To him, beauty was no different from a beautiful skeleton.
All he cares about is strength.
Formidable strength was his lifelong pursuit.
However, opponents at the Heavenly Venerable Realm are simply not up to par.
after all...
He had already reached this level five years ago.
At this point...
He lowered his eyes slightly, twirled his sword, and his simple and unadorned demeanor suddenly trembled. An aura of cultivation emanated from him, spreading unceremoniously towards the opposite side and towards the area below the arena.
When they sensed that aura, many people widened their eyes in astonishment, utterly incredulous.
"Emperor... Thearch Realm Third Layer!?"
Half-Step Great Emperor!
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, their breath caught in their throats for a moment, their eyes wide with astonishment, and their hearts churning with intense emotions.
"What terrifying talent! Thearch Realm Third Layer... How long has it been? Has he already grown to such a terrifying level?"
Fang Tianxing barely suppressed the gasp that was about to escape his throat, took a deep breath, and fixed his eyes on Fang Xing. The raging flames in his eyes suddenly turned gray.
That's incredible.
Fang Xing is simply too strong.
Even among the geniuses of the four major sects in the Heaven-Gazing Domain, they are generally no better than this.
As fellow members of the Fang Household, they considered the other party a truly extraordinary being, someone they could only look up to but never reach!
On the arena, Fang Xing stood quietly, his gaze unaffected by the surrounding commotion, staring straight at Fang Yun'er before suddenly speaking softly.
" Heavenly Venerable... you are indeed quite good."
"But your talent isn't high. Reaching the Thearch Realm should be the limit of your talent."
Even if you have a miraculous encounter, you'll only ever reach the level of Great Emperor.
The gap between us is like an insurmountable chasm.
He didn't show any emotion; he simply uttered each word calmly, as if stating a fact.
After saying these words, he said no more, simply gazing at Fang Yun'er and waiting for her reaction.
His goal was quite simple.
He wanted Fang Yun'er to admit defeat on her own initiative.
This match was inherently unfair, and he didn't want to engage in a meaningless battle.
Therefore...
His words carried a hint of condescension and instruction.
Just as he expected.
Almost no one thought Fang Yun'er could win.
Admitting defeat is the best option.
At least this way, some semblance of dignity can be preserved.
Losing to Fang Xing is not shameful.
only...
Fang Yun'er pursed her lips, her gaze exceptionally resolute. She took a small step forward, drew her spirit sword, and assumed a confrontational stance.
She cannot speak.
The only way to demonstrate one's resolve is through actions.
She wants to...
war!
In this battle, we will never retreat!
Many people blinked in astonishment at her step, feeling that they were witnessing utter absurdity.
"This is insane..."
Some people whispered, finding it all rather ridiculous.
Does she really think that by defeating those people before her, she will be invincible?
"Idiot."
"This is Young Master Fang Xing... Does she really think she can win?"
"She didn't even appreciate the face she was given, utterly foolish! Young Fang Xing never holds back in battle; she's courting death!"
"It'll be interesting if she can't even withstand one move from Young Master Fang Xing later."
"Tch, she brought that on herself. That's what happens when you overestimate yourself."
On the stands, Fang Hong chuckled, touched his chin, and nodded and smiled to those around him.
"As expected of the person I've chosen, she has personality, I like her."
But his tone was mocking, treating Fang Yun'er as nothing more than a trifle, and his words only conveyed the meaning of watching a good show, without any trace of agreement.
Those around him flattered him, and there was a burst of laughter.
The other elders of the Fang Household watched this scene with smiles but remained silent, shaking their heads slightly without saying anything.
after all...
Young people, it's good to have ambition.
Sometimes, experiencing hardship is a good thing.
After all, only in this way can she know what it means to be outmatched and to not take something as important as talent for granted just because she had a few lucky encounters.
"Yeah?"
Across the arena, Fang Xing gently shook his head.
"If this is your choice, then I..."
"I respect you."
He took a step back with his left leg, drew his sword, and stood facing the enemy, his gaze fixed on a serious expression.
I will fight you seriously.
"But... be careful, don't die."
As others have said, he had no idea what it meant to show mercy.
The Cultivation Method he learned were methods of killing and warfare.
But Fang Yun'er rejected his suggestion, and he wouldn't try to persuade her again.
He respects all his opponents.
Even if the opponent is weak, he will unleash his strongest power.
Although he knew in his heart that the other party could not possibly be his match.
He is destined to become a Saint Realm expert, and perhaps even go higher. Fang Yun'er will never be able to keep up with his pace...
So be it.
Let her see what a sword is...
His Sword Dao was far beyond her reach.
The sword was drawn, and the heavens and earth trembled.
The clouds shifted and changed.
By the time the first gust of wind rose, Fang Xing had already disappeared from the arena.
A gust of wind, carrying Sword Intent, grazed Fang Yun'er's cheek, leaving a trace of blood, and howled past her ears as if it were about to sweep up the heavens and earth.
The sky had darkened sometime earlier.
"This is... an extraordinary phenomenon! A celestial phenomenon!"
On the arena, the Fang Household elder slammed his fist on the table, his eyes burning with excitement.
"When Fang Xing, that kid, comprehend such terrifying Sword Intent!"
"Hiss! My Fang Household's prodigy!!"
"Truly remarkable..." Elder Gong's eyes revealed shock for the first time, then he regained his composure, his smile widening as he chuckled and praised, " The Fang Household has indeed produced a prodigy."
" The Sword Intent resonates, the aura is concealed yet profound, as deep as an abyss and as vast as a swan. If I am not mistaken, he must possess a special physique for the sword path, right?"
Although it is a question, the tone is confident.
The Fang Household patriarch standing nearby was startled, but shook his head helplessly.
Nothing can be hidden from you.
However, he did not say what his special constitution was.
That's normal.
after all...
Sometimes, physical constitution is the biggest trump card.
Elder Gong didn't need to know the specifics of Fang Xing's constitution; he simply laughed more heartily, a glint of light flickering in Fang Xing eyes.
"I'm afraid none of the younger generation around him could withstand his One Sword."
"Even I, at his age, would find it difficult to withstand."
" The Fang Household has produced such a remarkable descendant..."
He paused, his eyes darting around, pondered for a moment, then glanced at the little girl below whom he had already ignored, and spoke decisively.
"Such a gem, if he is willing to join my Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect 'Xingji Peak, I will personally appoint him as its True Disciple!"
"If I could be favored by the Peak Master and taken in as his Direct Disciple, it wouldn't be impossible for me to inherit the Xingji Peak a hundred years from now!"