Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 449: Sweep

Chapter 449: Sweep

Ten Directions Explosion Kill, ferociously unrivaled!

Vast amounts of ink surged upward, instantly blackening the sky.

"So powerful!"

Duan Shiye’s face changed dramatically, hit by the ink he had unleashed himself, as if caught in a vortex, his whole being spinning around disoriented.

On the observation platform, everyone craned their necks to look up.

A glance revealed chaotic ink filling the sky, blotting out the sun and muddying the line of sight.

It was like a gigantic ink wash painting!

Duan Shiye soon disappeared from sight.

After a long while...

Suddenly, Duan Shiye reappeared, breaking through the vortex.

He was seen struggling desperately amid the frenzy of ink, continuously manipulating the hilt of his sword.

The gushing ink seemed to be drawn towards it, droplet by droplet, gathering at the sword hilt.

Gradually, the chaotic ink finally calmed down.

In the end, all of the ink gathered once more, forming a giant ink-colored sword.

But by this time, Duan Shiye, with his hair disheveled and his clothes torn, no longer possessed the elegant demeanor he once had.

What was worse, that impact force had flung him out of the martial arts arena.

Duan Shiye cast a deep glance at Fang Zhixing, took a few heavy breaths, sheathed his sword, and cupped his hands, saying, "Guest Elder Fang, you’ve won."

"...You are kind."

Fang Zhixing remained silent for a moment, returned the gesture with his hands, his face betraying little emotion.

This Duan Shiye, he was feigning defeat!

He did not use his full strength at all, his sword intent looked fierce but was merely a show, collapsing upon contact.

From beginning to end, his moves were extravagant and exaggerated but completely devoid of killing intent.

Clearly, he was tanking.

Of course!

Except for Fang Zhixing and Duan Shiye themselves.

No one else could perceive the details within.

They just saw a spectacle, nothing more.

On the surface, the two seemed to be fighting fiercely, as if it were real.

But in reality, Duan Shiye had given up from the very beginning.

Putting on a show, just going through the motions.

"What’s the meaning of this?"

Fang Zhixing’s gaze flickered, thoughtful.

As Duan Shiye quickly admitted defeat and retreated, the observation platform erupted in noise again, with many murmurs and discussions.

"Impressive!"

The Sect Leader of the Ink Sword Sect, Xiang Hongyuan, stood up, clapped in admiration, and genuinely praised, "Guest Elder Fang’s Demon Transformation is extraordinarily unique, ten tentacles for offense and defense, utterly flawless, like unfolding a domain with no weaknesses."

The Sect Leader of the Flying Phoenix Sect, Guan Zhaohua, smiled lightly, echoing the sentiment, "Duan Shiye’s sword skill is actually very remarkable, and with the support of the Flowing Ink Sword, its power is not to be underestimated. Yet it still couldn’t break through Guest Elder Fang’s ten tentacles."

"???"

Fan Zhenglun watched the two old foxes sing in harmony, their expressions and tones startlingly sincere, seemingly without pretense.

Yet no matter how he listened, it all seemed like deliberate flattery.

Fan Zhenglun became alert and immediately said, "Guest Elder Fang is young and vigorous, lacking moderation in his actions. If Duan Shiye had given it his all, the outcome would have been uncertain."

Xiang Hongyuan laughed softly, "A loss is a loss, a win is a win. Our Ink Sword Sect dares to say, Guest Elder Fang is the number one master among the ten major sects."

Upon these words!

The world fell abruptly silent, and everyone turned to look.

After a pause, the Sect Master of Cloud Water Sect, Zhong Lianwanfeng, nodded his head and laughed, "I also agree wholeheartedly, Guest Elder Fang’s strength is evident to all, and he has killed You Buchou and Gongxi Xiong, his achievements are indeed dazzling and deserving of utmost admiration, undeniably."

"Well said!"

Guan Zhaohua stood up, clapping and laughing, "I also recognize Guest Elder Fang as the foremost among the sects, all sects of Jianghu in Dan State probably have no match for him."

"I agree!"

"He truly deserves the reputation!"

"We are all getting old, now it’s the young people’s world!"

For a moment, Qingliang Temple, Miao Yin Pavilion, Peach Blossom Island, Innate Sect, Qingniu Temple, each expressed their agreement in turn.

Eight sects, each with their own scheming and power struggles, unexpectedly, at that moment, spoke with one voice, reaching a surprising consensus.

Such a scene was truly rare!

Fan Zhenglun’s heart was uneasy, and his brows furrowed deeply, showing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

With his hands behind his back, he asked, "Does anyone else wish to issue a challenge?"

There was no further movement from the eight major sects.

No one stepped out to challenge Fang Zhixing.

It was as if everyone had surrendered their arms.

Fan Zhenglun’s gaze flickered as he quickly turned towards the Head.

"Hehe, one by one, you really don’t throw the hawk until you see the rabbit, do you!"

Ji Xiangjun’s lips curved into a smile as she said aloud, "Whoever defeats or kills Fang Zhixing, all of the Gongxi Clan’s assets will belong to them."

Upon hearing these words, the people from the eight major sects all inhaled sharply, their eyes igniting with eagerness.

The Sect Master of Innate Sect, Zhong Kunyu, was the first to stand up, smiling, "Head, my Innate Sect is willing to throw a brick to attract jade, and would like to learn from Guest Elder Fang."

Ji Xiangjun quickly replied, "Whom do you plan to send? It couldn’t be your son Zhong Wengui, could it?"

Zhong Kunyu smiled without saying a word, but soon after, a young man wearing a Daoist robe stepped out from behind him.

As handsome as a jade carving, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he exuded an otherworldly grace, appearing to be under thirty years old.

This person was none other than Zhong Wengui, lauded as a martial arts prodigy seen only once in a millennium.

Rumors had it that he was erudite with a photographic memory, and his comprehension abilities were terrifyingly high.

Any martial arts that reached his hands, after just a few casual glances, he could fully grasp their secret skills.

However, there were also rumors that Zhong Wengui did not like to practice martial arts, and instead preferred to roam mountains and waters, finding solace in poetry and literature.

Zhong Wengui casually took the stage, and with a movement of his body, he turned into a series of afterimages, arriving at the martial arts arena.

"Here comes another master."

"I recognize him, that’s Zhong Wengui, a pinnacle master of the Nine Ox Realm!"

"Sure enough, it’s the talented Zhong Wengui, hmm, perhaps only he can defeat Fang Zhixing."