Chapter 26: Birthday
Chapter 26: Birthday
The blade glinted with a chilling light, carrying with it a captivating and awe-inspiring magic!
A Grade-B Martial Art—Magic Blade!
Fang Xing had no doubt that even though it was just a wooden sword, in Gu Yun's hands, it possessed the power to cleave stone!
'This little girl has gone crazy!'
'She's going all out, does she really want to kill me?'
Fortunately, Fang Xing was no longer the same as before.
Facing this strike, he twisted his waist, his feet moving like a swimming dragon, instantly shifting sideways by several meters to dodge the range of the blade's light.
Military Body Boxing 12 Forms—Dragon Step!
Then, he took half a step forward, his fist resembling a giant axe that could split the heavens, carrying a momentum that could shatter the earth!
—Half-step Collapse Fist!
Gu Yun twisted the hilt of her sword, her body moving with the blade.
In the blink of an eye, they exchanged several moves.
Within the arena, the figures flashed, the blade and fist shadows crisscrossed, and the gusts of wind were oppressive!
Zhing!
Suddenly, there was a sound like a bowstring snapping.
Fang Xing's punch landed on the flat of the wooden sword, but his entire body still retreated several steps.
'Damn... Grade-B martial arts are truly extraordinary.'
He felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
In terms of realm, both he and Gu Yun had reached the Second Realm of Refining Tendons, so they were evenly matched in that regard.
However, there was a significant gap when it came to martial arts.
Magic Blade was a Grade-B martial art, while Military Body Boxing 12 Forms was a common Grade-C martial art!
'When realms are equal, martial skills make all the difference.'
'The Federation's martial arts are clearly far superior to those of other worlds...'
Although he had picked up many martial arts secrets like scavenging trash, Fang Xing didn't think much of any of them.
After all, the strongest among them, 'Prenatal Qi,' was only Grade-B, and it was restricted to innate warriors, meaning those in the Third Realm of Martial Arts or above could practice it.
However, in the Federation, a Second Realm warrior could already learn Grade-B martial arts!
Simplifying advanced martial arts so that lower-realm warriors could get a basic understanding was a great innovation of the Federation's martial arts!
That was why Fang Xing looked down on the martial arts of other worlds and wanted to learn a powerful skill when he returned.
For example, if he could master a Grade-A martial art... then in other worlds, he would undoubtedly be an innate powerhouse!
"You... have you cultivated the Magic Blade to the point of being able to control it at will?"
Fang Xing stared at Gu Yun, his expression solemn.
They were at similar realms, but there was a huge gap in their martial skills!
In terms of proficiency, being able to control the Magic Blade at will meant that she had reached the 'Proficient' level!
'This is hilarious. My Military Body Boxing 12 Forms are not only lower-grade compared to hers, but I'm also less proficient. Now, this is what you call a real seed student for university entrance.'
He couldn't help but complain in his mind, marveling at the amount of effort Gu Renwang must have put into cultivating his daughter.
"Kill!"
Gu Yun didn't answer. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she suddenly slashed with her sword!
Shua!
The light of the sword was extraordinarily beautiful. In an instant, it split into seven, the layers of light sealing off all of Fang Xing's escape routes!
Fang Xing's expression remained unchanged, but a talisman quietly appeared in his right hand.
—Golden Bell Cover Talisman!
With the defense of this mid-grade Tier 1 talisman, even a Jade Realm warrior wouldn't be able to break through in a short period of time.
In fact, if he combined it with a few offensive talismans, he could immediately make Gu Yun regret her actions on the spot!
This was Fang Xing's trump card! Even if he used it, he could just claim that he had unintentionally bought it from the black market, specifically made in an antique style. After all, anyone with a sound mind would assume that rather than think that he was a time-traveler.
However, his eyes twitched, and he forcibly held back, watching as the wooden sword landed on his forehead, stopping less than an inch from his brow.
On the other side, Gu Yun's expression was cold, like ten thousand years of icy frost, but her eyes were clear as crystal.
"Congratulations..."
A smile appeared on Fang Xing's face.
If Gu Yun had continued her attack, he would have definitely activated the talisman at the last moment.
But at the critical moment, he decided to trust Gu Yun once, as he owed her father a favor from the last time the minion of the Evil God had attacked.
As it turned out, she didn't let him down.
"By mastering the demonic nature, you can now attempt to learn the Grade-A martial art 'Ghost God Blade'..."
Fang Xing sighed, "And you still have several years to improve your cultivation. As long as you break through to the Jade Realm before high school graduation, getting into university will be a sure thing..."
"It's not several years. In the second half of this year, I'll be a freshman in high school, senior!"
Gu Yun spoke up.
"What? Your age?"
Fang Xing was slightly startled.
"Special enrollment... It's just one or two years early, and the principal even gave me a scholarship!" Gu Yun said coldly, "I can't hold back any longer. I must hurry up and get on the battlefield to avenge my father!"
"It looks like you plan to take the military school entrance exam or join the military after graduation..."
Fang Xing sighed, having already understood Gu Yun's intentions.
"Actually, taking the university entrance exam is just to fulfill my father's expectations..." Gu Yun's eyes softened slightly when she mentioned her father, but they soon turned cold again, "Alright, I've completed my task of hiring you today, and I'll transfer the money to your account."
"Why do I feel a subtle sense of awkwardness, junior..."
After being kicked out of the villa, Fang Xing had a strange expression on his face, "Regardless, we'll be schoolmates in the future, so why are you being so unfriendly? At least invite me to stay for a cup of tea."
Gu Yun was probably going to enter Yucheng High School and become his junior in the first year of high school.
After all, he would be a second-year student in the second half of the year.
"Now that I think about it, there are only two years left until the college entrance exam. How terrifying..."
Fang Xing glanced at his own martial arts realm and pouted.
Nowadays, he had gone from having a huge gap with Gu Yun to being just a bit inferior to her.
After all, previously she had needed to hold back with the gravity suit, but today she went all out, and he only lost by a single move.
In a few more months, he would probably surpass her and leave her far behind.
"Even though... surpassing a girl who's younger than me isn't really something to be proud of..."
"I still need to learn an A-grade martial art as soon as possible..."
Fang Xing sighed.
Then, he recalled the information he had gathered.
"There aren't many A-grade martial arts taught in school. The most widespread ones are only three. The first one is the 'Ghost God Blade,' known for its reputation of leaving no ghost or god alive with a single strike of the blade. However, it's extremely difficult to learn, and it's best to start with the 'Magic Blade' as an introduction..."
"In addition, there's the 'Crazy Eighteen Strikes' and the 'Mad Demon Staff Technique'!"
"Just the names alone are chilling, and they are indeed as fearsome as they sound. If you want to be unafraid of the spiritual pollution from the minions of the extraterrestrial evil gods before the third realm, you have to go mad and live on the edge!"
"Or in other words... I go crazy first, and then you can't drive me insane anymore. The creator of this technique was truly a genius in logic!"
"Among these, the one that suits me the most is actually the 'Crazy Eighteen Strikes'... because it's a continuation of the 'Military Body Boxing 12 Forms,' and they're all strikes using fists and feet."
"If I don't want to learn those, there are also sword techniques and staff techniques..."
"No way, I want to learn the sword! A single sword strike to ascend to immortality, with white robes fluttering in the wind—now that's the style of a sword immortal... Wielding a blade or a staff is too bloody and cruel, and it's not classy at all, ruining the scenery..."
To be honest, if he had a choice, Fang Xing would definitely not choose these three.
Alas... there were limited options in school, and only these three A-grade martial arts were available.
Of course, there were countless martial artists in the outside world, and there must be A-grade sword techniques among them, but Fang Xing didn't have the money to hire a private tutor.
Moreover... there was no guarantee that the instructor would be better than the teachers at school.
"Although Xia Long might not be as good as some top-notch martial artists, at least there's a guaranteed minimum standard..."
"Looks like I'll be learning the 'Crazy Eighteen Strikes' next semester... My image, my style..."
Just thinking about it made Fang Xing feel heartbroken.
Ding ding!
Right in the midst of his heartache, his phone started ringing again.
He took out his phone and saw a message, his expression turning silent.
...
The next day.
July 17th.
As the sun set, the evening sky was painted with blood-red clouds.
At a barbecue stall.
Fang Xing sat at the stall, with several bottles of drinks placed in front of him.
Well, the Federation had strict regulations on alcoholic beverages. Minors were prohibited from drinking, and shops wouldn't sell alcohol to them.
So, he could only drink fruit juice and soda.
'Damn it, minors are also not allowed to gamble or go to red-light districts...'
With a hint of resentment, Fang Xing took a big bite of the barbecue in front of him.
It had to be said that in this era, shop owners who could open a business all had a special skill. The barbecue meat was tender and chewy, seasoned with various spices. With one bite, the juicy meat almost overflowed.
The key was that the price was also cheap, no wonder the former Fang Xing and Liu Wei, those penny-pinchers, would look for opportunities to come here to treat themselves.
But for the current Fang Xing, while the grilling technique and spices were good, the quality of the meat itself left much to be desired.
Although the stall used top-quality meat, how could it compare to the naturally raised exotic beasts and birds from other worlds, nourished by spiritual energy?
'Hmm, I can buy some barbecue spices... and then when I go to another world, I can grill some monster meat to try...'
'In the market, there are occasionally shops that sell monster meat, and recently, due to the frequent appearances of monsters, there seems to be a big discount...'
According to the information he got from Ding Hongxiu, monster meat greatly supplemented one's qi and blood, and the effect was even better than that of low-grade spirit rice!
It was just a pity that this depended on luck, and one couldn't get a stable supply. Nonetheless, it was still a favorite among many top martial artists and body cultivators.
Not bad!
Among cultivators, apart from law cultivators, there were also some eccentric body cultivators. It was said that their physiques were astonishing, and when cultivated to a high level, they could even block magic weapons and low-level spells with their bare hands!
'Alas... the prerequisite for becoming a body cultivator is still having a spiritual root! Without a spiritual root, one can't even sense and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to temper their bodies...'
'Everything hinges on this requirement of having a spiritual root. Otherwise, the efficiency of utilizing resources from other worlds could be increased by at least tenfold or a hundredfold!'
Fang Xing took another sip of his drink and sighed silently in his heart.
Not long after, a figure sat down in front of him and picked up a cup, drinking it all in one go: "Xing... Happy birthday!"
This person was none other than Liu Wei!
"You came?"
Fang Xing also picked up his cup and took a slight sip.
Although it was just a drink, he somehow felt a slight buzz.
The Liu Wei sitting across from him now seemed like a completely different person.
Although his appearance was the same, his aura was completely different, and his clothes were stretched to the limit by his muscles, as if he were a bodybuilder.
"I came..." Liu Wei didn't know what to say, so he remained silent.
"You shouldn't have... Never mind." Fang Xing criticized, not wanting to continue with the wuxia-style conversation: "We're all classmates, and you're willing to come and celebrate my birthday, I'm very happy."
Upon hearing this, Liu Wei's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to smile, but he quickly suppressed it.
(End of Chapter)
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