Chapter 142

142. Chapter 142: Star Martial Three Absolutes (Seeking Subscriptions)

Virtual space.

"This student named Nick has never logged into the battle platform before, and then killed his way directly into the top twelve?"

"Even Gu Gu Jiantong was defeated... sure enough, he has some skills; he should be a senior student in his fifth year or higher."

The virtual space is currently unable to manifest power above Martial Dao Jin Dan, so the maximum is the peak of the External Landscape Realm.

As long as it's still External Landscape, Fang Xing isn't afraid at all.

He was thinking about another aspect.

Ever since he fought his way onto the battle rankings in the second semester of his freshman year, he had stayed in ninth place for nearly two years, accumulating more than forty academic credits.

And, he could obtain about ten academic credits each year from freshman to junior year.

Apart from the two times he went to comprehend the Ten Thousand Spirits Catalog, he had no other expenses.

Now his academic credits had accumulated to 70!

"Theoretically speaking, as long as another year passes, I can exchange for a portion of 'Returning Yang Water'..."

"But if I lose my ranking on the battle platform, I'll have to delay for two or three years... dragging it directly until after the internship..."

"Without a doubt, this is Wei Wei Shentong's revenge... or should I say... a small bit of trouble?"

Fang Xing looked at the challenge information and pressed it directly: "You challenge me and I have to agree? Refuse!"

Somewhere in the virtual space.

Several members of the Blood Slaughter Squad were gathered together.

Nick, the youth with slightly curly hair and crimson pupils, shook his head: "He refused my challenge..."

"It must be that Fang Xing knows the Captain is powerful and doesn't dare to."

A female team member looked at Nick with a face full of admiration.

"This is meaningless; wait until the end-of-month challenge tournament, and he won't be able to escape even if he wants to..."

Nick smiled: "The battle platform mechanism has been corrected several times... with my current ranking, he cannot refuse!"

"Then let the other party be arrogant until the end of the month; does he really think he's ninth in the university?"

Another senior student crossed his arms: "If it weren't for us always fighting bloody battles in the Secret Realms and being too lazy to come play children's games... these battle rankings would all have to be rearranged."

"You can't say that; Huyan Huyan Qiushui, Luo Kai, and Dark Star are still very powerful."

A look of solemnity appeared on Nick's face.

These are all true geniuses, and even he wasn't sure how much certainty he had.

Time quickly arrived at the end of the month.

In the virtual space, the number of visitors was unusually high.

Every end-of-month challenge tournament, the battle platform would be very lively.

On the virtual battlefield.

Fang Xing flicked his finger, and a blade light reached the sky and the earth, beheading his opponent.

The next moment, he saw the opponent automatically arranged by the system: "Sure enough... Nick?"

Rumble!

Dark clouds covered the sky, and lightning flashed and thunder rolled.

Above a green grassland.

Fang Xing saw the youth with slightly curly hair and crimson pupils opposite him: "What year are you in?"

"Seventh year..."

Nick smiled: "Just returned from the battlefield, and came to the battle platform to play a couple of rounds."

He didn't mention Wei Wei Shentong at all, making it seem like he was just here to play.

"Hehe..."

Fang Xing was noncommittal: "Let's begin!"

"Junior, let Senior teach you what a real battle is."

Nick raised his hand.

Fire!

A spark of fire appeared at his fingertips, and then it was as if flames were burning the city and fire was filling the sky!

The surroundings instantly turned into a fiery hell, and it even seemed like the dark clouds in the sky were being scorched and evaporated...

"Fire domain?"

"Such strong domain power; has he reached the peak of External Landscape?"

Dragons roared and tigers howled around Fang Xing, faintly turning into a Yin-Yang Taiji diagram.

Where this diagram covered, not a single flame could grow, and the lawn remained emerald green.

"Oh?"

Nick laughed long: "Ninth on the battle rankings, sure enough, you have some skills!"

A blood-colored long blade appeared in his hand, and his temperament changed suddenly, from the original playfulness to that of a hundred-battle veteran returning from the battlefield stained with blood!

S-rank martial art—Blood Battle Thirteen Styles!

Nick slashed out with one blade, the sky overturned, and the flames filling the sky rolled back, turning into a giant of fire standing between heaven and earth, seemingly waving a long blade at the same time!

The huge flame blade seemed to sweep across everything, slashing down toward Fang Xing!

"The Captain is getting serious."

Outside the spectator stand, the other members of the Blood Slaughter Squad were all there, and seeing this scene, a smile couldn't help but appear on their faces: "I bet this Fang Xing won't last three blades!"

"Two blades!"

"One blade!" The female team member seemed to have the most confidence in Nick, saying with certainty: "Back then in the Secret Realm, the Captain's Blood Battle Thirteen Styles were continuous for thirteen blades, slashing thirteen high-level servants in a row... what does this Fang Xing count for?"

"Hmph, I think your Captain is just average; he might not even be able to take him down in thirteen blades."

Just then, the voice of a young girl sounded from the side.

She had her hair in a bun and exquisite features; it was Gu Yun!

"A student from a mere second-rate university... can't be bothered to deal with you!"

The Blood Slaughter Squad member sneered, not bothering to pay any attention to her at all.

For them, arguing with a young student like Gu Yun was truly beneath them!

Seeing this scene, Gu Yun was so angry that her small chest rose and fell constantly; she hated it most when others ignored her!

And at this moment, changes had already occurred in the arena!

Around Fang Xing, the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram suddenly condensed, turning into a sword shape to meet the giant's flame blade!

The sword came out like a rainstorm, and countless streams of water suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

The autumn water surged, cleansing the world!

Those flames filling the sky actually began to extinguish in large numbers, without even much blue smoke.

"Good sword technique!"

Nick failed with one blade and immediately slashed out again.

In this blade light, there was a trace of blood color; that was almost substantial murderous aura!

Clang, clang!

Blade and sword crossed, and countless blade lights and sword shadows crisscrossed.

In the end, the long sword transformed by Fang Xing's domain power actually snapped!

Two figures met in mid-air, and a green blade appeared in Fang Xing's hand again, fighting with Nick.

"I take back what I said before; this Fang Xing is indeed powerful..."

A Blood Slaughter team member sighed.

"But he still can't beat the Captain; the Captain is very strong... especially the Blood Battle Thirteen Styles; once they become continuous, the blade momentum is endless and can stack power infinitely... especially the thirteenth blade, the power is earth-shattering and ghost-weeping, not to mention... there is a fourteenth blade!"

The female team member said the same.

"Hehe..."

Gu Gu Jiantong shook his head from the side: "What Blood Battle Thirteen Styles... perhaps it's a powerful S-rank martial art, but I've fought both of them and know that Nick has only practiced this martial art to Great Success... but Fang Xing has already practiced a blade technique to the peak..."

Although the Ghost God Blade is only an A-rank martial art, now that Fang Xing has integrated what he has learned, turning it into the Star Martial Three Absolutes, in Pan Xiong's review, it also has the power of an S-rank!

Swish!

Two blade lights flashed.

Fang Xing looked at Nick, who had already unleashed thirteen blades, and couldn't help but nod: "Your blade technique is not bad... after thirteen blades, there should be a fourteenth blade, right?"

Nick couldn't help but fall silent, a sense of foreboding that his trump card had been seen through rising.

Originally, he thought that his blade technique, practiced through bloody battles, should be among the best at Lanxing University.

Yet he hadn't expected to lose to Fang Xing in terms of exquisite changes!

In terms of proficiency, he was only at the Master level, while Fang Xing had already reached the Grandmaster level!

"Fourteenth blade!"

In Nick's crimson eyes, it was as if flames were burning.

At this critical moment, he still chose to believe in the blade in his hand.

The blade light filling the sky changed, as if it had life, bringing different changes!

"The boring game should end."

The long blade in Fang Xing's hand dissipated, golden light flashed in his eyes, a layer of gold appeared on his fingers, and he stretched forward!

Rip!

The blade light filling the sky dissipated, and that blood-colored battle blade was actually clamped by his two fingers, like a poisonous snake caught by its seven inches.

No matter how Nick exerted his force, he couldn't move it even a fraction!

"Impossible!"

This scene, not only Nick, but even the others watching, found it hard to believe.

"Fang Xing..."

Huyan Huyan Qiushui's eyes flowed, and a smile appeared on her face: "To actually practice the Dragon-Elephant Skill and the Great Jin Gang Prajna Divine Power to such a degree... if he really comes to grab it, my third place might not be stable..."

Bang!

In the image, Fang Xing exerted force with his two fingers, and the blood-colored battle blade snapped in the middle!

Then, he pointed a finger, and a large hole opened in Nick's chest, his corpse flying backward...

Seeing this scene, the expression on Wei Wei Shentong's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Just then, a phone call came in; it was Pan Xiong.

"Haha... Wei Wei Shentong, did you see the performance of my student?"

Pan Xiong laughed loudly, seemingly very happy.

"I saw it; truly heaven-sent talent."

Wei Wei Shentong nodded, not knowing what medicine Pan Xiong was selling in his gourd.

"Sigh... my student has a hard life; he's a cyborg, and a bitter martial artist... only by relying on a pair of fists did he fight his way to his current position; if he is framed by others again, wouldn't that chill the hearts of thousands of students?"

Pan Xiong sighed, but at the end, his expression carried a hint of mockery: "You say... if the big shots behind you knew that you could have had the advantage of proximity, but rejected such a genius because of arrogance, what would happen?"

"Nothing would happen; before a genius grows up, they are always just a genius." There was no expression on Wei Wei Shentong's face: "Are you... threatening me for your student?!"

"No, no, no... I just think that in university, we should still be a bit fair, shouldn't we?"

Pan Xiong stopped at the right point.

Anyway, as long as he was watching, Wei Wei Shentong wouldn't be able to go too far.

Besides, Wei Wei Shentong was after all at the Great Jin Gang Realm, a person who had a glimmer of hope for becoming a Martial God in the future.

Offending him too severely was also not good.

"What's more... Fang Xing is just a small student; it doesn't matter what happens to him, but if it causes your impression score with the big shots to drop, wouldn't that be too much of a loss?" Pan Xiong added with a smile.

"You are very good..."

Wei Wei Shentong narrowed his eyes: "It seems you like this student very much and are preparing to introduce him to the Academy Faction?"

"Haha, who knows about the future?"

Pan Xiong shook his head: "I personally think that in the future, we should let these young people choose for themselves, don't you think?"