Paradise of Demonic Gods

Every released burst resulted in roaring sounds in the air. Even the cups and teapots in the villa were gently shaking with the tables.

A group of workers were in the midst of repairing the windows near the courtyard, strengthening the glass panes. The shattered glass panes had been the result of shockwaves dissipated in the air when Fang Xingjian had released his sword Qis the day before.

A few of them would occasionally look in Fang Xingjian’s direction whilst repairing the windows.

Fang Xingjian was standing casually, a three feet long sword in his hand. He would swing, hack, and slash through the air every now and then, releasing sword Qis akin to legendary dragons coming up from the seas, which pierced through the air like the milky way cascading downwards.

The workers witnessing the scene were struck dumb with amazement.

“Is this the level of a Knight? That’s really amazing.”

“That’s not an average Knight,” a worker with an ape-like chin and protruding mouth said. “That is a Windstorm Sword Hero. Do you know what’s a Windstorm Sword Hero? It’s a job for someone who will eventually reach the Divine level!”

On one side of the grass patch, Robert stood there respectfully, watching Fang Xingjian swinging his sword in an unconstrained manner. Unconsciously, his head lowered even more.

Fang Xingjian stood in the yard, quietly practicing the Supreme Mistwind Sword. Compared to a month before, he was able to release his sword Qis more than ten times more freely. An hour later, the metal sword shattered. He casually dusted off the metal powder from his hands, no signs of any physical exhaustion reflected in his movements.

He glanced at the side of the yard. Robert had been waiting for a long time.

Fang Xingjian waved his hand, and servants carried tables and chairs, dishes, even a sun canopy, over to him. In the blink of an eye, the lawn had turned into an alfresco restaurant.

Fang Xingjian nodded lightly, gesturing for Robert to have a seat, and the latter hurried over.

Fang Xingjian drank a huge bottle of milk, then he started devouring the grilled meat of ferocious beasts which the chefs had prepared by imitating Shadow Moon Academy’s cooking method. As he ate, he asked, “You’re early today. What’s the matter?”

Robert started, “Xingjian, it’s like this. I’ve heard some news that may be related to today’s competition.” At this moment, Robert, though more burly and muscular than Fang Xingjian, looked as tame as a cat in front of Fang Xingjian.

There was only one reason for this – Fang Xingjian had displayed a strength more than ten times greater than his. He truly knew how terrifying Fang Xingjian could be.

Anyone out of yesterday’s Class 253 members would have beat him, hands down. This was the difference between the Royal Academy and his small Dojo.

However, Fang Xingjian had coolly dismissed ten such people, making Robert open his eyes to the scary side of Fang Xingjian. Deep down, he knew that Fang Xingjian could probably stab him to death in a few moves.

Furthermore, it had only been a month since Fang Xingjian had transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero.

Naturally, he was thinking of means and ways to get his hands on such a strong backing. The reason why he had dismissed his dojo and joined the Empire was so that he could get the Empire’s backing.

In today’s competition, Fang Xingjian’s class, Class 256, would be up against Class 252, which Renault and Xiu Yi belonged to. This was a class which had transitioned four years earlier than them.

Hearing his visitor’s words, Fang Xingjian set to finish the bowl of seafood soup next to him. These ferocious sea beasts were not only physically enormous, which made them difficult to catch, their vital energy and blood were also ten times more powerful than the terrestrial ferocious beasts. Their taste was fresher as well.

Fang Xingjian had only opened the cover, and a rich aroma wafted out, making Robert gulp.

He finished it in one gulp. The meat dissolved in his mouth instantly, the freshness pounded against his oral cavity, eventually dissolving into a surge of warmth that flowed throughout his body, increasing his potential by over tens points.

A tinge of greed could be seen in Robert’s eyes. In this world, power was important, and money could be used to purchase all sorts of resources.

Any Knight could not have enough of such products made from ferocious beasts which could, meant to increase potential, as well as food that could enhance one’s attributes.

However, not everyone had access to so many resources, like Fang Xingjian did.

Money and power. These were crucial factors that widened the gap in ability between the aristocrats and the commoners.

Fang Xingjian asked, “What news?”

Robert quickly replied, “I’ve asked around for information regarding Renault, the Prefectural Champion from Class 253. His first transition job is Soulseeker Archer. Among the seventeen jobs provided by the academy, it’s one which is best against jobs with quick speed. It’s said that in the entire academy, there’s no one who can match the speed of his arrows.”

“Oh?” Fang Xingjian smiled. “How fast is it?”

“The Soulseeker Archer has a skill called Formless Shot. It’s said to be faster than sound. By the time you hear it, the arrow will have already pierced through you. That’s why it’s impossible for the naked eye to see this skill. It’s useless to rely on sound either. It’s an extremely fast arrow.

“And his Homing Arrow, it can freely navigate and turn in the air, moving back and forth relentlessly without stopping.”

Interest deepened in Fang Xingjian’s eyes. “So how did other people win against this team? Class 252 isn’t currently the strongest class in the academy, right?”

Robert nodded. “Everyone fighting against Renault put on heavy armor and carry strong shields. Five of the team members would stand together and simultaneously put up the Reduced Force Field for defence, then slowly pushing in to claim the fort.

“But even with that, Renault succeeded quite a few times in defeating Knights whose levels and attributes were higher than his.”

Seeing that Fang Xingjian was listening attentively, Robert continued. “So, we can use the same method. I’ve borrowed five sets of heavy steel armor from the other classes. Five of us can work together to provide cover for you while you can rush into their fort after we’ve reached it, defeating them at once and claiming the fort for the win.

“If Renault is defending outside, we’ll be on guard at the gate, preventing him from entering. Should he start shooting at the fort from the beginning, you can engage him in close combat after charging in. This way, the chances of victory will be much higher.”

Fang Xingjian made no comments. Robert thought that it was strange. Although he knew that his strategies were not flawless, one could still say they were outstanding.

Thus, Robert continued, “Xingjian, although you have transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero, it still hasn’t been that long. A Soulseeker Archer like Renault is overly superior at suppressing jobs focusing on speed.

“Everyone in the academy is betting on their win.”

The servants, teachers, instructors in the academy would organize betting activities during the competition. Fang Xingjian was very much aware of it.

However, after finishing what was left of his meal, Fang Xingjian nodded and remarked, “Your plan isn’t bad, but I’m not going to use it.”

Robert was shocked. “Why not?”

“Because I’m faster.”