Chapter 41: No Matter How High the Martial Arts

"As expected of the Blood Cage Arena, they have great energy..."

"I must take revenge. This 200,000 can obtain detailed intelligence on the enemy; it cannot be saved! Besides that, I can also learn the private coaching class..."

Fang Xing closed his eyes and thought slowly.

Money was not a big problem; it added up to only 300,000.

He had gone to the black market to sell gold before and was targeted by Lance for it; he still had this bit of money.

As for why it was 300,000?

Naturally, it was because he was prepared to buy only one class!

"The information on the Extreme Emotion Sword is on the internet, and furthermore, I only need to perceive the realm of the 'Extreme Emotion Sword' once, and entry level is enough... After that, I can completely rely on the attribute panel to liver it myself!"

"Strictly speaking, it's just free-loading!"

"Learning another sword technique can mainly be used as a disguise for identity... And, being a master of both blade and sword is also quite handsome."

Night.

After putting on a mask, Fang Xing came to the Blood Cage Arena again.

Since being attacked last time, he found that the arena's shuttle bus was the safest.

"Welcome!"

Zhang Jiarui was wearing a small suit, with a bright red bow pinned to her collar, her hands placed on her lower abdomen, bowing slightly.

"Hello. I'm here to trade..."

Fang Xing spoke in a deep voice.

"Okay, please follow me."

Zhang Jiarui led Fang Xing to an office. After opening it, the space inside was actually quite large, but there was only one lonely desk.

"The money has already been transferred to the arena's account."

Fang Xing said in a deep voice.

"Hm, this is the intelligence." Zhang Jiarui pointed her finger in the void several times, transmitting a piece of information to Fang Xing's black market communicator.

At the very top, there was a personal image, very three-dimensional.

"Lance Note, 37 years old, Sanye City cyborg, graduated from Sanye City High School, later served in the military, awakened supernatural powers on the battlefield... Retired at 34..."

"Unpolished Jade Realm martial artist, awakened supernatural power suspected to be 'communicating with small animals,' can only drive small animals; even large dogs cannot be taken for his own use... Favorite activity areas: Maple Leaf City black market, Blood Dance Bar..."

Fang Xing glanced at it and found the intelligence very detailed.

This was quite good; knowing this was knowing a person's weakness!

Even as he is now, he has the confidence to target these traps set on purpose to kill Lance!

Of course, doing so was a bit dangerous, so Fang Xing was definitely waiting until he was fully prepared before making a move.

"Thank you."

He thanked Zhang Jiarui sincerely; after all, this level of intelligence was not something an ordinary organization could obtain.

"You are my guest after all... So, private coach?"

Zhang Jiarui asked again with a smile.

"Hm, pay for one class first."

Fang Xing nodded in agreement, watching Zhang Jiarui go out.

Not long after, the office door opened again, and a female martial artist walked in.

She was burly, with dark skin, looking unremarkable, but if one felt carefully, one could discover the extreme danger hidden within, just like a leopard lurking in the grass, ready to pounce on its prey at any time!

"My surname is Ping, you can call me Coach Ping... You want to learn the 'Extreme Emotion Sword'? How much do you know about this A-rank Wu Gong?"

Coach Ping asked.

Fang Xing said some of his own understanding.

After listening, Coach Ping frowned: "All public content, understood... You have no foundation at all. In that case, I suggest using ten classes to consolidate the foundation first, and then conduct advanced training... It is estimated that in about fifty classes, you can reach entry level..."

Fang Xing's face darkened immediately: "This... I haven't decided to practice the 'Extreme Emotion Sword' yet, so I'm prepared to buy one experimental class first... Can I ask Coach Ping to roughly explain the entry points of the 'Extreme Emotion Sword' first, and then demonstrate the sword intent of the 'Extreme Emotion Sword'?"

100,000 for one class, fifty classes would be 5 million!

He would have to be crazy to spend so much money.

Buying one class this time was to sort out the key points, and then rely on himself to break through the threshold one by one.

Of course, the most critical thing was to perceive the realm of the "Extreme Emotion Sword" once.

"Can... The essence of the 'Extreme Emotion Sword' lies in being extreme in emotion, sincere in intent, heart and intent combined, emotion and body combined... In your case..."

Coach Ping looked at Fang Xing, a trace of sneer flashing in her heart, and then began to explain.

This A-rank Wu Gong was also profound; without an expert's guidance, Fang Xing felt he couldn't even understand it well.

At this time, listening to the private coaching class, he had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, and had to sigh in his heart that you get what you pay for.

"Alright, finally, I will demonstrate the realm of the 'Extreme Emotion Sword' once..."

"The practice of the Extreme Emotion Sword requires you to dig deep into the most memorable and profound emotions in your heart... The more intense the emotion, the stronger the simulated realm."

Coach Ping reached out and wiped her waist.

Roar!

In a flash of white light, a sword sound like a dragon's roar appeared.

At her waist, a soft sword had actually been wrapped around it all along.

The sword light flickered, as if carrying a strong emotional infectious power.

Fang Xing was somewhat dazed, and unknowingly, he actually felt a trace of crystal clear light flashing at the corner of his eye: "The word 'emotion' is truly hard to understand..."

Coach Ping had already sheathed her sword: "Today's class is over. Next time you come, remember to pay the tuition in full."

She was actually a bit short of money, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to such a private coaching request.

And revealing a trace of the realm was the bait for fishing.

In her view, how could one master A-rank Wu Gong in a mere experimental class?

In the end, one still had to start from the beginning.

"Thank you, Coach!"

Fang Xing firmly remembered the feeling just now; at least there was a direction.

As for paying for a bunch of classes?

That was naturally impossible; it would be impossible in this lifetime.

Although this time doesn't count as free-loading, after having a direction, relying on some small means from the Cultivation World and the attribute panel's assistance, it's not impossible to get started!

Subsequent classes definitely wouldn't need to spend money.

Walking out of the office, Fang Xing looked at the time and immediately walked toward the shop for selling stolen goods and the small weapon shop.

"Rarely come once, sell the gold as soon as possible, and then buy the 'Swift Dragon-class Laser Gun' I've been thinking about... Finally, take the arena shuttle bus home, killing two birds with one stone!"

There was plenty of gold in Qinglin Market, and Fang Xing had brought another batch this time.

Added to the remainder from before, he could barely scrape together 2 million.

More importantly, there was no need to launder money; he could directly buy weapons, and then bring the weapons back, saving a large sum.

"Sure enough, the black market doesn't want me to bring a penny home... But without the money laundering step, spending it feels so good... Unaccountably, I have a feeling of having earned."

Happiness Garden Residential Area.

"Laser gun..."

In the room, Fang Xing played with the firearm in his hand.

This "Swift Dragon-class Laser Gun" came from the black market, the gun body presenting a silver-white metallic feel, heavy and full of weight in his hand.

More importantly... it could be used on people!

"The speed of the laser gun is close to the speed of light, and its destructive power is enough to pierce nano-protective suits..."

Fang Xing compared several standard aiming postures: "Used for revenge, it should be enough. Anyway, that Lance definitely can't block it..."

"Now that I have nothing to do over there, I'll leave this gun here first, and take it over after the revenge..."

Although the weapon shop owner swore that there were no backdoors on this firearm, Fang Xing didn't believe it at all.

Without the manufacturer's backhand, there might still be the black market's backhand!

Therefore, if this firearm were taken to another world, it would definitely not be brought back again.

Fang Xing then prepared to let it exert its effect first, and after the revenge, throw it into the other world.

By then, he wouldn't say he was worry-free in Qinglin Market, but he wouldn't be too fearful either.

At the very least, aside from Foundation Establishment cultivators, he could sneak attack and kill Qi Condensation perfection cultivators!

As for whether Foundation Establishment cultivators could resist?

Fang Xing didn't know, and didn't want to try. After all, once he reached that stage, he was afraid his own situation would be very dangerous.

A few days later.

Black market.

Blood Dance Bar.

"Scavenger" Lance walked out drunk, still carrying a wine bottle in his hand.

Since retiring from the interstellar battlefield, he had needed strong liquor or even mental drugs to soothe his soul.

Even that memory had become his taboo, forcing himself to forget, unwilling to think about it again.

He turned into an abandoned street, very familiarly opened a sewer manhole cover, and drilled in.

The sewer was narrow, closed, and dark... and carried a foul odor.

For some reason, in this environment, Lance felt very at ease.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

Just at this moment, two mice suddenly crawled over, making squeaking sounds.

"Gurgle..."

Lance picked up the wine bottle and took another fierce gulp, his footsteps also swaying; he was a drunkard, the kind who was so drunk he was confused.

"Ugh..."

The next moment, he covered his mouth, as if about to vomit, and leaned against the wall next to him.

Suddenly!

Lance's legs exerted force abruptly, and his whole person was like a leopard, pouncing toward a certain place in the darkness.

His hands formed claws, tearing through the wind, and carried astonishing killing intent; it was A-rank Wu Gong—the "Mad Eagle Style" from the Eighteen Mad Strikes!

'Hmph... If I were just a drunkard, I would have been killed in the black market long ago!'

A trace of pride flashed in Lance's eyes. Since being reminded by the two mice that someone was lurking, he had deliberately pretended to be a drunkard vomiting, just to lower the vigilance of the person in ambush.

At this moment, he launched a sudden attack!

Even while pouncing, his whole body was already covered by a nano-protective suit, defended airtight.

The next moment, he saw the attacker hiding in the darkness.

Although the other party was wearing a mask, his figure and eyes still gave him a sense of familiarity, and he immediately locked onto the target: "The fat sheep that ran away that day, you dare to come and assassinate me? Today I'll let you know what a battle-hardened elite who survived the battlefield is!"

The other party was only in the Tendon and Bone Realm; how could he be the opponent of an esper in the Unpolished Jade Realm who was also using A-rank Wu Gong?

Lance could already imagine the appearance of the other party after death.

But in mid-air, he suddenly saw the attacker's right hand placed in his bosom, covering something with his clothes, his eyes full of playfulness.

In this instant, he, who had been through hundreds of battles, suddenly remembered something, and a trace of horror couldn't help but appear on his face: "You don't talk about martial virtue..."

"Goodbye!"

Fang Xing pulled the trigger, and a white laser flashed.

The laser hit Lance instantly, dissolving the defense of the nano-protective suit, causing the other party's head position to turn into a void.

Bang!

The headless corpse fell to the ground, causing the nearby mice to scream and flee.

"No matter how high the martial arts, one shot knocks you down!"

Fang Xing blew on the muzzle of the laser gun, quite emotional: "Great revenge is avenged, time to go..." ===== CHAPTER 42 =====