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Chapter 208: Chapter 207: The Sudden Attacker
The roaring flames swept across the riverbank, lifting a series of steam and even splitting the river water as if invisible giant blades had struck it.
Shana sheathed her blade and let out a light sigh.
“Not bad, you've made great progress,” Fang Zheng said, Mian standing satisfied as he watched the scene before him.
“To gather the force of the flame into a single strike and release it creates instantaneous destructive power almost as powerful as when I fully manifest my strength. I never expected you to suggest this,” Aralastor said, his voice filled with sighs.
“Reading novels and watching anime isn't harmful at all,” Fang Zheng said, glancing at the novel by his side.
“Human imagination is limitless. Perhaps you think these entertaining materials are a waste of time, but many of the inspirations and principles inside them are excellent. Well done, girl, you've just begun to grasp the Primordial Force,” he continued.
“Hmm…,”
If it were the old Aralastor, he would have argued against Fang Zheng's words. But having witnessed everything, he found himself at a loss for words. The outlandish descriptions that seemed far-fetched in novels had proven to be incredibly effective in the hands of the Fire Mist Warrior. This led Aralastor to reconsider his prior assessments of human creations as perhaps too low.
“Hmm… not bad,” Aralastor muttered.
“Next, we still need to focus on swordsmanship training. Your power isn't just for shooting Getter Rays…” Fang Zheng reminded.
“I understand,” Shana replied, her expression turning serious as she gripped her blade tightly, looking ahead again. With a “bang,” flames erupted beneath her feet, and like a flash of lightning, she dashed forward. She screamed as she lifted her blade and swung it forward forcefully. In the blink of an eye, three slashes appeared on the ground, and Shana's blade kept exploding with continuous swings, effortlessly tearing the giant rock in front of her into pieces like a meat grinder.
This was another way to use the power of the flames, an auxiliary form.
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Shana began learning this method because of Fang Zheng's suggestion. Previously, her fascination with using flames in offensive attacks led to her neglect of other applications. Fang Zheng, unable to stand it, had made this proposal. Shana initially dismissed Fang Zheng's idea; in her view, the best defense was offense, and by continuously increasing the power of her attacks, enemies would be utterly annihilated.
Fang Zheng didn't say much and handed the ring he had obtained from the “Corpse Collector” Lamy to Tilia. Then he signaled Shana to attack him.
“Go ahead and try to burn me. If you burn even a hair, consider it my loss,” Fang Zheng challenged.
That day, Shana experienced the fear of being dominated by fire for the first time.
Afterward, the girl no longer discussed this aspect and instead began to explore other uses of the power of flame. Up to now, the wings that allowed her to fly freely in the sky and the shield formed from condensed flames were techniques she developed. Although not very elegant, their practicality was quite remarkable, earning even Aralastor's endless praise.
“By the way, how's your Free Method coming along?” Fang Zheng asked, having caught his breath.
Curious, Shana turned her head to look at Fang Zheng. She hadn't seen him practicing the Free Method, but he didn't seem to have given it up. Their previous encounter with the “Corpse Collector” Lamy had inadvertently revealed Fang Zheng's brilliant ideas. From the bits and pieces shared by Lamy, Shana could guess that Fang Zheng wanted to create a very powerful Free Method. She was quite curious about it but since Fang Zheng never demonstrated it in front of her, she was quite puzzled.
“I've almost completed it, but I still need to test it,” Fang Zheng explained.
“Then let's see it,” Shana suggested.
“That won't do,” Fang Zheng responded, shaking his head as he declined Shana's request.
“Honestly, I'm not sure about the power of this Free Method. It might be very strong or it might be weak. If it's the latter, that's fine. If it's the former… well, I admit I don't yet have enough confidence to hold back to the extent of sparing you. This Free Method is better saved for facing the enemy,” Fang Zheng explained.
“I see…”, Shana responded, her brows furrowed in slight discontent. However, she didn't say much as she understood this man well; he almost always acted with full assurance, and rarely ventured into uncertain situations. Thus, since he had said so, she simply had to accept it.
“All right, let's call it a day,” Fang Zheng proposed.
“Huh?” Shana was taken aback, glancing involuntarily at the time.
“Isn't it a bit early?” she queried.
“I just remembered I have some things to handle. Let's stop here for today. Go back and watch more movies or anime; who knows, you might find something useful,” Fang Zheng suggested.
After saying this, Fang Zheng waved his hand and then turned to walk towards the other side of the riverbank. Watching Fang Zheng leave, Shana pouted in dissatisfaction, then she retracted her Sealing, yawned, and turned to walk into the apartment.
She walked past the shopping street.
Through the crowded throng of people.
Up the steps.
Across the big bridge by the river.
“The view isn't too bad.”
Standing on the hillside, Fang Zheng squinted his eyes, looking at the scene before him. In front was a panoramic view of Goki City, and he was standing on a hillside not far from the outskirts, with a dense forest behind him. The river flowed calmly at his feet, but Fang Zheng didn't care about these trivial matters. He just kept his hands in his pockets, staring ahead, and then spoke without turning his head.
“Come out.”
“Whoosh.”
Following Fang Zheng's words, a figure descended from the sky and landed steadily in front of Fang Zheng.
It was a woman with pink short hair, dressed in an old-fashioned maid's outfit. She watched Fang Zheng with an icy expression and said nothing. Fang Zheng also smiled slightly, studying the woman in front of him. For a moment, both fell into silence. After a short while, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows.
“What's the matter? Spying and following, and now you don't even dare to give your own name? Are all Fire Mist Warriors such creepy stalkers?”
“My name is Wilhelmina Carmel.”
Perhaps provoked by Fang Zheng's attitude, the woman responded coldly. Upon hearing this name, Fang Zheng showed a curious expression.
“So, it's you?”
Fang Zheng had of course heard this woman's name from Shana and Aralastor. According to Shana, since she was born, this woman had been taking care of her. The two shared a close relationship, which is why Fang Zheng's anger at being spied on was somewhat diminished.
“Are you here to see Shana?”
The maid's eyes narrowed slightly at that name coming from Fang Zheng's mouth.
“It's partly that, I haven't seen her for a long time and I wanted to check on her progress. But…”
The maid suddenly changed the tone of her voice.
“… after seeing her, I am very disappointed.”
“Oh?”
Upon hearing the maid's words, Fang Zheng snorted lightly. The maid, paying him no mind, continued.
“When she and I parted ways, she was full of valor. She recognized her mission and grew in the most fitting way as a Fire Mist Warrior, which is the ideal form for us caretakers.”
Listening to this, Fang Zheng didn't speak but just slightly narrowed his eyes, while the maid kept talking.
“But now…”
Recalling everything she had just seen, the maid felt an immense rage. The Fire Mist Warrior, in whom so much hope had been placed, was going to school with ordinary humans, heading home with them, and even carelessly showing those expressions that should never have appeared on her…
“… she has fallen, not only forgetting her duty but also associating with ordinary people. Our carefully nurtured great vessel, the indisputable sword of destiny, is now gathering dust in such a place…”
The maid's expression was icy, her fury seeming to freeze even the air around her. But Fang Zheng appeared unbothered, casually reaching to pick at his ear.
“Great vessel?”
While speaking, Fang Zheng blew on his fingertips, then looked back at the maid in front of him.
“Oh, you mean… you think your carefully crafted product is damaged.”
Chapter end
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