Chapter 84 Defeating the Enemy
Seeing this, Claude's expression underwent a change. The next instant, Fang Xingjian's longsword swept out, bringing along over tens of swords and explosively dashing towards the remaining eight people from Class 253.
The blue-haired swordsman roared desperately, "Everyone! Use your Reduced Force Field to block at full powers! And leader, you..."
"I'll stop that brat!" Claude howled violently. He had already activated his job's technique, as streams after streams of bronze-colored air currents enveloped his body, making it seem as if he were equipped in a layer of golden armor.
The next instant, both axes in his hands violently trembled, as he activated his Killing technique - Massacre Tornado. His entire body spun around like a whirlwind, over millions of axe shadows flooding every inch of his body. He manifested into a tornado, colliding heavily into Fang Xingjian.
A series of clanking sounds echoed relentlessly. Claude was like a mad lion, transforming into a tornado of massacre, and maniacally hacking down with his axes time and time again,, each strike releasing sharp auras that tore through the strong gales.
On the other hand, Fang Xingjian was just like an omnipresent windstorm, countless sword Qis and longswords dancing about in the skies, surrounding Claude and his teammates within.
Fang Xingjian chose to conceal himself within the tempest, his silhouette completely out of sight.
At the beginning, Claude could still rely on his over 70 points in agility and reaction to continuously dissipate the streams of sword Qis sent out by Fang Xingjian, but as the Supreme Mistwind Sword continued to ravage, Fang Xingjian's speed was greatly enhanced, and very soon Claude became unable to keep up. More and more sword Qis directly slashed his body, clashing into the bronze-colored aura with sounds of colliding metals.
"Damn! There's still such a move in the Supreme Mistwind Sword Technique?"
The gaps between the pitter-pattering sounds of explosion got increasingly close, and towards the end, Claude felt as though he was surrounded by countless people, thousands or tens of thousands of longswords piercing through his body each and every moment. He simply gave up on fending them off, and curled up, using his job's technique to block the omnipresent attacks.
Finally, as though his tolerance had reached its limits, with a loud rumbling sound, Claude's body stretched out like a detonated bomb. Savage energy, accompanied by the full prowess of his Reduced Force Field transformed into layers of transparent ripples, bouncing out in all directions.
Simultaneously, over ten longswords under the augmentation of Fang Xingjian's sword Qis, thrust forth at full power, breaking through the layers of of attack waves sent by Claude. After a series of crazy tremors, all of them ruthlessly pierced into Claude's body.
In the next instant, Claude's entire body, including his head, throat, chest, back, and four limbs had all been pierced by countless longswords.
But not even a second after the whole piercing process, the longswords could no longer bear the pressure, and with a rumbling sound they exploded into countless pieces.
Although the longswords had not penetrated Claude's body, countless energies had hit his body through the longswords, piercing his internal organs.
When Fang Xingjian used the sword, he had great and detailed control of the force he exerted. Moreover, when he was cultivating the thirty-one sets of Nurturing techniques, his control over his muscles, bone structure and internal organs were all textbook level. As the force entered into his body, Claude instantly felt as though his internal organs had exploded. He spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood and then fell to his knees.
He spat out a breath, raging, "Hmph, since my Mystic Armor Golden Body has reached the maximum, level 10, my internal organs are as tough as steel and you won't be able to injure me with this strike of yours!"
Fang Xingjian's body slowly landed before him as countless raging squalls scuttled behind him, following his footsteps and passing through Claude's body, like faithful pets.
"Had I wanted to kill you, you would've long been dead."
After finishing speaking, without bothering about Claude's reaction, Fang Xingjian stood before the remaining people of Class 253.
Claude turned his head and noticed that other than the four Knights with the blue-haired swordsman in the lead, the other members from Class 253 had already lost their consciousness and were lying on the ground.
The instant Fang Xingjian defeated Claude, he also cleanly broke apart the defences of Claude's teammates.
Had they the chance to unleash the full strength of their Reduced Force Fields, it would have been hard even for Fang Xingjian to break through.
However they were not one and the same person, so there were bound to be gaps between their cooperation. Thus, some parts of the Reduced Force Fields would be stronger, some parts would be weaker, or some would even fluctuate between being strong and being weak. When faced with Fang Xingjian's all-encompassing sword Qis, and the speed of his sword which did not even give them time to react, failure was the only foreseeable result.
Claude's countenance turned extremely grim. From the start, because of the stark difference in their speed, he had been in a situation against Fang Xingjian, only being able to take beatings on his end, and unable to fight back. Now that he realized how profound Fang Xingjian's sword techniques were, it went to show that what Fang Xingjian had said earlier had not been said without good reason; Claude would have truly been dead already if he had wanted to kill him.
With a shake of the longsword in his hand, Fang Xingjian stared at the four remaining sword-wielding Knights as he leisurely stated, "Come at me all at once."
On the cliff, Huang Lin was laughing loudly, "I'm sorry, everyone. Only eight minutes have passed. From the looks of this, I think I've already won."
"Damn you!" Netherworld Valley's Tina, dissatisfaction reflected on her face, remarked, "You long knew of Fang Xingjian's actual strength and that must be why you provoked us into having a bet with you."
"Hehe, so what if I knew his actual strength long ago?" Huang Lin chortled. "If I said earlier that he would be able to defeat the other team's ten Knights single-handedly, would any of you have believed me?"
Everyone looked at each other, exchanging glances. They knew that even if Huang Lin had told them this earlier, it would have been hard for them to believe this. After all, they were talking about a Knight who had completed his transition only a month before defeating ten Knights who had transitioned three years before.
Such news would be too terrifying. Geniuses like this had appeared in history before, and without exception all of their names and reputations had gone down in history, some of them even becoming Divine level characters.
Especially since Fang Xingjian's previous demonstration of controlling his Qi with his sword and vice versa had displayed an unprecedented fine swordplay. The Supreme Mistwind Sword had surpassed all limits!
At this moment, their gazes towards Fang Xingjian were different. Their eyes were brimming with astonishment, envy, jealousy and many other kinds of emotions. They suddenly realized that they might be witnessing the rise of a legend, as long as Fang Xingjian did not stray from his path to becoming one.
Naturally, the countenances of those who had lost the bet were not pleasant either.
The skin on Netherworld Valley's Tina's face trembled. They were known to be skilled in the arts of poisons, adept at using and expelling them. Therefore, each and every bottle of antidote they concocted was the equivalent of several human lives. Even though she was one of the Elders in the faction, handing out these one hundred bottles in one go was an enormous effort. How could she not feel pain in her heart?
Tina shook her head, "Sigh, why is this Fang Xingjian not a student of our Netherworld Valley?"
Huang Lin said in dissatisfaction, "Your valley trains in the art of poison, not the sword."
Tina smiled and said, "We could feed him medicine daily, strengthening his body. See how strong Claude's physique is?"
Tresia Clan's clan head was frowning slightly, seeming even more distressed.
'Rebecca, this crazy old b*tch. Seeing how skilled Fang Xingjian is, it won't be so easy to settle our disputes with some simple Body Tempering Ointment...
'Should we kill him before he matures or invest more... and try and bring him over to our side?'
But thinking of the price they had to pay for both of those choices, the distress on his face intensified. Only after thinking of Kaunitz's current situation did his grim expression finally relax a little.
'Thank goodness Kaunitz was noticed by that person. Now we don't have to worry too much about Fang Xingjian gaining strength...'