Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 448 - 261 Shocking

Chapter 448: 261 Shocking

Fang Zhixing quickly asked, "May I ask the Head, since swords have no eyes, is today’s competition to be stopped upon scoring a hit?"

"Of course not."

Ji Xiangjun directly shook her head, "I heard that your Demon Transformation form is bloodthirsty and frenzied, the more you kill, the stronger you become, so feel free to unleash your full potential, kill all you want without worry for the aftermath."

Fang Zhixing understood clearly, his expression slightly complex.

Ji Xiangjun simply wanted to test his limits, thus she gathered the ten major sects here to have him fight publicly.

This was the authority of those in power!

Those at the bottom had no choice but to be manipulated by them.

Next to him, Fan Zhenglun wore a worried look and couldn’t help but remind him in a low voice, "Try to restrain yourself as much as possible, avoid killing if you can, there’s no need to make enemies over this."

"Understood."

Fang Zhixing nodded, as long as his opponents did not demonstrate a clear intent to kill, he would not recklessly kill either.

Of course!

If Ji Xiangjun covertly manipulates things, forcing those eight sects’ experts to fatally attack him, then he might not have a choice.

Time flew by quickly.

Before he knew it, it was almost noon.

Fan Zhenglun took Fang Zhixing to the Martial Arts Arena.

In an instant, countless gazes from the observation platform converged on him.

A buzzing chatter followed immediately, sounding like rain pattering on banana leaves, incessant and overwhelming.

"Look, that must be Fang Zhixing, right?"

"So young!"

"Really? Is he the one who killed You Buchou and Gongxi Xiong?"

"Hmph, just so-so, I thought he would have three heads and six arms. I really don’t know how Gongxi Xiong ended up killed by his hands."

"Goodness, isn’t this young man too arrogant? Trying to challenge eight other sects all by himself, does he think they are pushovers?"

"Having killed You Buchou and Gongxi Xiong consecutively, he probably thinks he’s above everyone else now, like there are no more heroes under the sky."

...

In the midst of the uproar, Fan Zhenglun stepped forward and pressed down his hand.

The observation platform quickly quieted down.

"Welcome everyone..."

Fan Zhenglun first delivered a string of polite remarks, then proceeded to introduce the notable guests one by one.

Ji Xiangjun, obviously, needed no introduction.

The representatives from the Luo Family were Luo Keji and Dong Minzhu.

The representative from the Lu Family was Lu Xuanxi.

The Rong Family sent a young lady, while the Fei Family sent a young gentleman.

Then there were the Sect Leader Guan Zhaohua from the Flying Phoenix Sect, the Sect Master Zhongli Wanfeng from the Cloud Water Sect...

One by one, the nobles and heroes of the day, all gathered here, making the scene extremely luxurious and beyond imagination.

After finishing his introductions in one breath, Fan Zhenglun then declared, "It’s getting late, please welcome guest elder Fang Zhixing to the stage."

Fang Zhixing’s figure flickered, appearing in the very center of the Martial Arts Arena.

Fan Zhenglun smiled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, guest elder Fang today will make friends through martial arts. Anyone can challenge him, regardless of rank, but only life and death will determine the outcome. Of course, I would advise those below the Nine Ox Realm to not join this fray."

As soon as the words were spoken!

On the observation platform, a figure suddenly soared into the air and landed with a graceful motion opposite Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing glanced at his opponent—a middle-aged man with a large beard, rough in appearance, bearing his chest and abdomen.

On this man’s neck and shoulders were each marked by a fierce scar.

The brawny middle-aged man cleared his throat, lifted his chin with an air of arrogance, cupped his hands together, and declared loudly, "I am Yin Chugong from the Broken Swallow Sect."

Fang Zhixing was initially startled and then realized that this man was not from one of the eight major sects.

The Broken Swallow Sect seemed to be a second-tier sect with a shallow foundation, not qualified to be listed among the top ten sects.

Clearly, Yin Chugong couldn’t wait to make a name for himself, presumably to become famous overnight.

Fang Zhixing didn’t care what he wanted to do. Since the man had the courage to step onto the stage, he could only face him.

"Please!"

Fang Zhixing, without further words, his burly body suddenly swelled up.

Seeing this, Yin Chugong didn’t dare to be careless and took a deep breath, his body rapidly expanding.

His backbone writhed, and his shoulder blades bulged upward, stretching towards the sky.

Moments later, Yin Chugong had grown over three meters tall, not exceptionally massive.

However, a pair of feathered wings sprouted from his back, over five meters in length, extraordinarily broad.

The edges of those wings, sharp as swords, glinted with the cold metallic light.

Puff~

Yin Chugong quickly flapped his wings, rising into the air.

The martial arts arena was open-air, with no dome overhead.

Yin Chugong could freely fly. He circled excitedly, swooping past the heads of everyone on the observation platform, drawing cheers and shouts from everyone.

Fang Zhixing’s brow slightly raised, not expecting his first opponent to be able to fly.

He remembered Humpback Ghost Blade Xin Zhanhong encountering a flying bat woman, unable to deal with her, and utterly frustrated.

"Is this guy here to trouble me?"

Fang Zhixing sneered, his body swelling to ten meters tall, with ten blood-colored tentacles rising behind him.

Each blood-colored tentacle, twelve meters in length and as thick as a giant python, gently swayed, distorting and warping the air.

In this demon-transformed state, Fang Zhixing emitted an unparalleled pressure, making everyone’s heart skip a beat.

At this sight, everyone couldn’t help but look sideways.

Yin Chugong came to an abrupt stop, hovering over Fang Zhixing’s head.

He widened his eyes at the sight of the ten blood-colored tentacles, his brows knitted into a knot, his feather-covered face disheveled.

"Strike first to gain the upper hand, take this ’Reverse Swallow’!"

Yin Chugong dove headfirst, swooping towards Fang Zhixing, his two fleshy wings slicing through the air, drawing two visibly sharp arcs of sword Qi.

"Chop!"

Yin Chugong held nothing back, his sword Qi bursting forth, immense and overwhelming, enveloping the area.

Fang Zhixing looked on with disdain, having already seen through Yin Chugong’s capabilities—a mere Mid Stage Nine Ox Realm.

He lifted a blood-colored tentacle and furiously whipped it through the void, with a single shake!

Bang!

The air abruptly erupted into chaos, like a thunderclap rending the heavens.

The terrifying Heavenly Net Explosive Killing Force surged forth, stirring the air, forming a tornado that shot towards the sky, as if overturning seas and rivers.

The arc of sword Qi instantly collapsed.

The unstoppable tornado collided head-on with the bird-man Yin Chugong.

"Ah!"

Yin Chugong’s face turned pale with shock as he swiftly turned his head and tried to flee from the hurricane.

Alas, the hurricane was too fast, too fierce, and too strong!

He was swept up by the hurricane, engulfed completely.

In the blink of an eye, his two fleshy wings were torn apart, his body burst open, exploding.

Boom~

Blood rained down from the sky, scattered and thick, dyeing the ground red.

Amidst the stunned stares of the crowd, Fang Zhixing stood in the midst of the blood rain without even moving his feet.

The arena fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop!

Then, an uproar rose like a tidal wave!

"Damn, that was an instant kill!"

"Yin Chugong was strong, wasn’t he? How could he fall so easily?"

"Fang Zhixing is incredibly strong, his reputation is well-deserved, no wonder Gongxi Xiong fell at his hands!"

"Impressive, this guy is truly extraordinary!"

...

The observation platform erupted, the shock igniting everyone’s emotions.

"Mmm, not bad."

Ji Xiangjun sat leisurely in the stands, showing a hint of satisfaction with the results of the first match.

"Hmph..."

Luo Keji’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression slightly rigid.

Dong Minzhu’s breath caught, exclaiming, "Is this really Fang Zhixing? How did he become so powerful in just ten years?"

Lu Xuanxi’s eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, his face filled with disbelief.

The last time he saw Fang Zhixing, he could only perform Demon Transformation with six blood-colored tentacles.

It had only been a few days, yet now there were ten tentacles!

"Did he hide his strength, or did he have a breakthrough recently?"

Lu Xuanxi licked his lips, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"Hahaha~"

Fan Zhenglun, overjoyed, loudly declared, "Yin Chugong is defeated, Fang Zhixing wins! Does anyone else dare to challenge?"

Seeing how formidable Fang Zhixing was, instantaneously defeating Yin Chugong, who else among the common crowd would dare to step forward?

From this moment onward, this stage no longer belonged to those insignificant ones.

Only the elites of the ten great sects had the qualifications to contest Fang Zhixing.

At this moment, sects like the Flying Phoenix Sect and Cloud Water Sect looked at each other, each showing a gesture of deference.

As a result, the Ink Sword Sect could not refuse, and a man dressed in black emerged.

This person appeared to be in his forties, with a tall and slender figure, and distinctly sharp facial features.

He lightly tapped his foot and floated onto the martial arts arena, directly introducing himself, "Ink Sword Sect, Duan Shiye."

As soon as this name was announced, the observation platform erupted once more, bursting into enthusiastic cheers.

Fang Zhixing focused his gaze, observing that Duan Shiye had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, with eyebrows sweeping into his temples, an elegant demeanor that matched everyone’s imagination of a swordsman.

Previously, Fan Zhenglun had mentioned this man, stating that Duan Shiye was a sword Dao genius, famous in his youth, with outstanding sword skills, challenging various experts without a single defeat.

However, since he entered the Nine Ox Realm, for some unknown reason, he suddenly kept a low profile, rarely showing his sword prowess in public.

There were rumors that he was ensnared by love, but others said he was defeated by another swordsman, developing a heart demon, and thus went into seclusion.

Duan Shiye held his left hand behind his back, extending his right arm, holding a dark green bamboo-like sword in his hand.

Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but take another look at the uniquely shaped dark green bamboo sword which, at a glance, resembled a writing brush.

Duan Shiye’s face was expressionless, with a faint hint of arrogance between his brows.

He spoke softly, "Guest Elder Fang, you do not mind if I use a fourth-level treasure sword for our sparring, do you?"

Fang Zhixing smiled, "The host calls the shots. Could you introduce your treasure sword, so that I may widen my horizons?"

Duan Shiye stated bluntly, "This sword is called ’Flowing Ink.’"

He was economical with words, speaking no more.

Fang Zhixing, feeling a bit lonely, chuckled, "Very well, then I shall boldly test the sharpness of the Flowing Ink Sword."

"Please!"

Duan Shiye lightly tapped his foot, soared into the air, his clothes fluttering, embodying a transcendent posture.

A clear ring of a sword being drawn sounded, and the Flowing Ink Sword was unsheathed.

In an instant, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

It seemed as though a great amount of ink gushed out from the scabbard.

Duan Shiye gripped the hilt, but the blade was not visible.

The blade was in fact a swirling mass of ink, incredibly mysterious.

Fang Zhixing’s pupils shrank, having never seen such a bizarre Demon Transformation before.

The next second, Duan Shiye raised the hilt high, with all the ink flying above his head, congealing into a thirty-meter-long black sword.

"Swinging Ink Slash!"

Duan Shiye chopped downward, and the huge black sword immediately plunged down.

Fang Zhixing fiercely shook the blood-colored tentacles, giving them a harsh shake.

Bang!

The violent air surged out, meeting the black sword.

The next moment, the black sword shattered and broke apart, turning into droplets of ink that streaked through the hurricane, raining down heavily.

Fang Zhixing’s eyes widened slightly, noticing that the droplets of ink quickly transformed again into swords, each about one meter in length, totaling thirty-six swords raining down from the sky, unstoppable.

"Ink, huh..."

Fang Zhixing thoughtfully vibrated all ten blood-colored tentacles at once.

"Burst Skill · Ten Directions Explosion Kill!"

This was a new skill awakened after the Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill was elevated to the fourth level of Demon Transformation.

[Ten Directions Explosion Kill: Any targets within the range of the tentacles will be subjected to a 360-degree, no-blind-spot destructive attack.]

At this moment, the air above Fang Zhixing’s head violently rippled, generating endless ripples.

The thirty-six swords were stretched, compressed, twisted, and each exploded!

Terrible explosive power swept across the sky, wrapping all the ink and rolling it back.

If Duan Shiye’s scattered ink wished to land on Fang Zhixing’s paper,

then he underestimated Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing was like a non-stick pan, and he even threw the ink back at him.