Chapter 34: Ghost and God Blade

Although his entire body seemed forged into steel, the Armor King’s speed was astonishing, like a gentle breeze, instantly gliding before Iron Hand.

The next instant, he swept his right leg sideways, so fast it seemed to vanish.

B-rank martial art—Shadowless Leg!

Seeing this, Fang Xing broke into a cold sweat on his forehead.

Because he knew, if the Armor King used this move, he could not possibly block it.

The opponent’s leg was too fast, too strong… even the entire thigh seemed to have no bones.

Bang! Bang!

Facing the Armor King’s leg technique, which seemed to merge with the wind, Iron Hand performed only a simple motion: a block!

He raised his right mechanical arm to shield himself.

Snap!

The next moment, like a steel whip striking a shield, a violent metallic clash echoed across the arena.

The piercing sonic boom made every spectator feel a sharp pain in their eardrums.

Fang Xing focused entirely, watching the two figures constantly shifting positions on the arena.

Crack!

Countless gusts of force radiated outward, leaving faint cracks along the arena’s edges.

“Are these two Jade Essence cultivators truly the pinnacle among Jade Essence warriors? Maybe even capable of challenging weak Fourth Stage fighters?”

A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

“Your leg techniques have grown tiresome to me.”

The next instant, the mechanical warrior Iron Hand, who had appeared to be on the defensive and cornered, smirked with a cruel expression.

Hiss!

From the center of his mechanical right hand, a blade suddenly emerged.

A flash of cold light struck the Armor King’s leg whip, sparking a long trail of fire!

The Armor King immediately leapt back, watching Iron Hand with caution.

“There it is—Iron Hand’s blade!”

The announcer shouted excitedly.

“Is this fight even legitimate? One side just pulls out a weapon? That’s unfair!”

Huang Mao Hao Chi waved his betting ticket, his eyes reddening.

He had placed heavy bets on the Armor King!

“Idiot… the Armor King’s still an ability user—under his steel skin, his whole body is a weapon. Are you going to ban him?”

A female office worker beside him sneered: “There’s never absolute fairness in this world…”

Hao Chi, initially feeling guilty, glanced at her betting ticket and immediately snapped: “You bet on Iron Hand? Then don’t talk to me…”

Inside the fighting cage.

Iron Hand raised his right blade: “Kill!”

In an instant, Fang Xing saw a blade of light!

The blade’s light was fierce, pure… and carried an inexplicable aura!

Even this simulated aura was enough to shock every spectator!

“Is this the ‘Ghost and God Blade’s’ ‘One Blade in Hand, No Ghost or God Survives’?”

Fang Xing’s eyes gleamed.

Wasn’t that exactly why he came to watch the Blood Cage fights?

“Indeed… it’s not just killing. If anything, it’s more like ‘confidence,’ yet infused with slaughter…”

As he silently sensed this aura, Fang Xing gained new insights into the Rumen of the Ghost and God Blade.

“Clearly, martial arts need a good teacher. If a master skilled in the Ghost and God Blade demonstrated it firsthand, the effect would be far superior…”

Although he had sensed the aura from this battle, Fang Xing knew he still couldn’t enter the realm through this alone!

At this moment, his gaze was utterly captivated by that brilliant, wild blade light.

Merely watching it had already seized his spirit—how must the Armor King, facing it directly, have felt?

The next instant, Fang Xing saw it.

Amidst the blade light, the Armor King grinned: “I knew your killing technique was the Ghost and God Blade… but unlucky for you, my ability just evolved to its second stage—I can withstand it. But can you withstand my ‘Heaven-Ending, Earth-Annihilating Leg’?”

Almost as he spoke, the Armor King’s steel-colored skin changed again!

Beneath his skin, diamond-shaped scales emerged, forming a scale armor of unmatched defense.

Moreover, the Armor King himself became like a venomous dragon, surging upward through the blade light, his legs like fangs of a serpent, crashing down wildly.

An aura rivaling the Ghost and God Blade arose, carrying the meaning of utter annihilation, sweeping across the arena!

A-rank martial art—Heaven-Ending, Earth-Annihilating Leg!

“Damn! Iron Hand is going to lose!”

The female office worker who had spoken earlier screamed, tearing her betting ticket in frustration.

“Hahahaha! Go, Armor King!”

Seeing this, Huang Mao Hao Chi cheered wildly.

Then…

Fang Xing saw a blade of light.

This blade light was not dazzling, but utterly pure—it cleaved through countless leg shadows and struck the Armor King’s chest with crushing force.

“Impossible!”

The Armor King roared, his black iron scales shifting involuntarily toward his chest, forming layer upon layer of breastplates.

But it was useless!

No matter how many iron scales accumulated, all were severed by that single blade.

The blade’s edge, icy and sharp, cut through flesh and muscle, drawing blood and leaving a deep wound on the Armor King’s chest, bone visible beneath.

“The way of the blade is to advance without retreat!”

Iron Hand stood before the fallen Armor King, his expression stern, speaking calmly.

“Aaaah!”

The audience screamed like madmen; the female office worker nearly collapsed: “Iron Hand, you bastard… you won, but I already tore up my ticket!!”

Hearing this, Huang Mao Hao Chi suddenly felt better, finding the woman less irritating.

He stepped forward, wanting to say more, but she suddenly grabbed his head and kissed him deeply…

‘Well, this atmosphere is indeed perfect for letting loose…’

Fang Xing sensed the crowd growing increasingly frenzied—some patrons were already groping the bunny girls beside them.

He glanced back at the arena and saw men carrying the Armor King off, with doctors attending to him.

‘Clearly, this arena doesn’t deliberately kill high-level fighters—life and death are left to the customers… at least, only true ‘VIPs’ are allowed to die…’

Fang Xing watched it all, suddenly feeling listless. He exited the fighting arena and headed for the bus to wait for departure.

He still lacked the strength to leave the Black Market alone at night!

“Did you enjoy yourself, guest?”

Suddenly, a voice came from beside him.

Fang Xing turned and saw ‘Baozi’ Zhang Jiarui, still dressed as a bunny girl, her purple eyes deep and mysterious.

“Why aren’t you serving customers?”

He gestured toward the now-bustling arena.

“I’m serving guests too…” Zhang Jiarui licked her lips; her tongue was short, pink, and strangely alluring.

“Uh, no thanks.”

Fang Xing waved him off—he had no intention of leaving the bus until they reached their destination.

“What a pity. I hope Iron Hand’s performance satisfied you.”

Zhang Jiarui stepped off the bus and walked toward the arena.

Fang Xing stared at her back, then his eyes narrowed.

A security guard in a black suit was greeting Zhang Jiarui into the arena, even bowing slightly, showing great respect.

And that guard was the same client manager who had escorted the bus earlier!

As if sensing his gaze, Zhang Jiarui glanced back one last time, offering a mischievous smile.

‘So this ‘Baozi’ has some serious background… pretending to be a hostess, playing the fool to hide her true power?’

Fang Xing closed his eyes and let it go.

After all, the Blood Cage Arena clearly had powerful backstage connections—best not to provoke it lightly.

Tonight, he had finally witnessed the simulated aura of the Ghost and God Blade—he must seize this opportunity.

“A-rank martial arts allow ordinary Third Stage cultivators to simulate a trace of aura through meditation and hypnosis!”

“One Blade in Hand, No Ghost or God Survives?”

“First meditate, then hypnotize yourself to approach this aura. Once you can faintly mimic its form, you’ve entered the Ghost and God Blade. Only then can you consider the next stages: slaying ghosts, slaying gods, battling ghost-gods…”

“I have no excellent teacher to guide me. I must learn by watching and experimenting. Without the demonic blade, this will be extremely difficult from the start…”

Fang Xing sighed inwardly.

As he pondered the meditation method of the Ghost and God Blade, passengers gradually boarded the bus—customers from the fighting arena.

When the fights end, they’ll be sent back to the station they arrived at today, then each goes home, and tomorrow they return to being salary slaves.

Fang Xing looked around and noticed many people were missing.

Clearly, these guys had been stirred up by tonight’s fights and wanted to keep playing in the black market.

After all, the entertainment here was beyond imagination in its intensity.

‘I wonder how many will still be alive tomorrow?’

Fang Xing glanced once and let it go, gazing out at the scenery beyond the window.

Boom!

Not long after, the car engine roared to life, and the bus slowly pulled away.

…

Qinglin Marketplace.

Ding District, Shed 57.

Basement.

Fang Xing sat cross-legged, forming a strange hand seal with both hands.

According to meditation theory, the ten fingers are keys to unlocking the mind, so different hand seals produce different effects.

Forming this seal now aided meditation.

‘No thought, no idea… no doctrine, no mind…’

Gradually, Fang Xing’s thoughts sank into stillness, his mind becoming empty and clear.

Then he began to visualize the slash the ‘Iron Hand’ had delivered earlier!

One slash in hand, demons and gods alike perish!

Drip.

In an instant, his calm ‘heart-lake’ churned violently; the once-clear water turned pitch black, and countless distracting thoughts surged forth!

‘No…’

Fang Xing opened his eyes, one of them now blood-red.

He forcibly calmed himself, then shook his head: ‘Without first mastering the demonic nature through the ‘Demon Blade’ prerequisite, I’m already overwhelmed by inner demons—I can’t even pass the first stage…’

He glanced at his attribute panel and found, as usual, no new columns had appeared—leaving Fang Xing utterly frustrated.

If the attribute bar won’t even activate and no health bar lights up, there’s truly no way to grind…