Rumble~~~~~
The air resounded with an incessant tearing sound, and crackling sounds came from the walls. It was the sound of air being squeezed together and then slammed against the walls.
The sound of wind and thunder rang out as if a thunderstorm would soon appear in the room.
"You rascal, are you going crazy again? Are you thinking of smashing everything in the house?" The old man angrily walked in. He saw Fang Xingjian sitting on the bed, creating a series of afterimages with the wooden rod in his hand. It was as if over ten wooden rods were being thrust out at once, not only one.
The afterimages disappeared the next moment. Fang Xingjian started coughing furiously, so much so that traces of blood were dripping off the corners of his lips.
The old man took the wooden rod away from his hands, and looked at Fang Xingjian, who was coughing non-stop. Helplessly, he said, "I told you not to move around recklessly. Do you want to die?! Do you know how seriously hurt you are?!"
Fang Xingjian replied in the Common language, which he had not mastered yet, "…I don’t have much time left."
The Common language was the most widely used language in the Miracle World. In fact, Fang Xingjian had taken it up before, whilst in Demonic City. It was just that, in the beginning, the old man’s accent had been too heavy for him to figure out.
Later on, after realizing that this was actually the Common language and that he was in the Miracle World, he started pestering the old man to chat with him daily. Thus, he managed to increase his proficiency in the Common language by leaps and bounds.
This was because he really did not have much time left.
Indeed, since the purple flames had already bestowed the sword arts talent upon him, then it was obvious that, just as promised, his lifespan would have also been taken away from him.
Now, Fang Xingjian had been left with a lifespan of merely five years. If he were to seek revenge, five years would be very little time for the many things he had to do.
He not only wished to take revenge, but he also wanted to kill Caroline and eradicate the Onassis Clan.
He also wanted to return to Demonic City, travel back to the Fang Clan, and outrightly ask Li Shuanghua about the way his mother had died.
And all of these required power.
He took a look at his stats in the Techniques Column. Although he had only gotten up for a brief practice everyday, his Basic Sword Technique had already risen to level 20 with 0/500 experience, a level unprecedented in history!
A level 20 Basic Sword Technique. An ordinary person’s Basic Sword Technique could be raised to around level 10 at maximum, and only a few talented geniuses would be able to break through this restriction and reach level 12, 13, or even level 15. But Fang Xingjian had never even heard of, let alone seen before, someone with a level 20 Basic Sword Technique.
This had all been achieved after his talent had changed for the better.
Having reached level 20 in the Basic Sword Technique, his sword thrusts had also increased in speed and accuracy. Furthermore, his attributes had also increased: 1 point in strength, 2 points in agility, 1 point in reaction, and 1 point in flexibility. It was the equivalent of having risen five levels!
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Another ten days or so passed. Fang Xingjian walked out stumbling into the courtyard. With a raise of his arm, countless beams of black light instantly appeared as if they were black pythons, pouncing forth and tearing across the air. The black lights had swiftly appeared and then disappeared, leaving behind only shrieks in the air.
With a slight tap of his feet, he dashed towards the earth wall, and the branch in his hand once again turned into a fiery black python. He thrust towards the wall ahead of him in a graceful arc.
From the bottom of his feet to his lower thighs, upper thighs, chest, shoulders, and elbows, all the collected energy condensed into a ball as his muscles and bones made rattling sounds. Fang Xingjian felt as if he had turned into a sharp sword as he thrust, releasing all the energy from his body in an instant.
The speed from the instantaneous explosion caused a series of sharp howls in the air. Eventually, the branch knocked against the earth wall, producing a loud, explosive boom and creating a small fist-sized hole in the wall.
A level 25 Basic Sword Technique made the attack speed of Fang Xingjian’s sword over two times faster than before. He could display astonishing power even if he was merely holding on to a tree branch.
However, the instantaneous explosion made it much more difficult for him to breathe. After all, he could only just manage to stand up, and the wounds on his body had not ameliorated.
But even so, Fang Xingjian raised his arm once again, planning to practice his sword swings.
He had no time left.
Therefore, along with the gradual recovery of his wounds, his training became more challenging and more frequent.
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One month later, Fang Xingjian was practicing the Basic Sword Technique. However, he did not simply practice a single stance, but instead he practiced the whole set of 12 basic sword moves. These included the following: split, chop, burst, stir, cut, brush, intercept, stab, agitate, push, parry, and wave.
They were the basic techniques which one could easily learn from a dojo or school back in Demonic City.
Fang Xingjian meticulously continued his practice, going through the various basic stances and training the simplest moves of the Basic Sword Technique.
A minute later, the Basic Sword Technique leveled up once again, reaching the unprecedented level 30 in the history of its existence.
In that moment, Fang Xingjian also felt that he had reached the limit of the Basic Sword Technique, and that it was no longer possible to level it up any further. Checking his Techniques Column, he saw that it was just as he thought. There were no other experience requirements after achieving level 30 in the Basic Sword Technique. This meant that he had already reached the maximum level.
The increase in attributes from training the Basic Sword Technique included 2 points in strength, 3 points in agility, 1 point in reaction, and 1 point in flexibility.
Other than that, he had also gained his first specialty.
Specialty Genius Swordsmanship: an almost perfect mastery of each basic stance, allowing the individual to be able to master any sword technique with exceptional speed.
It was obviously a passive skill increasing the speed of learning swordsmanship. Fang Xingjian already had the aptitude to learn quickly. With this specialty, he wondered how much faster it would be now.
A satisfied smile broke out on Fang Xingjian’s face, and the wooden sword in his hands once again formed a series of afterimages, as if a beam of cross-shaped starlight flashed through the air, leaving a cross-shaped mark where it had struck the ground.
The ‘brush’ and ‘split’ sword movements were connected, and one would almost not be able to see any loopholes between the two. The cross on the ground was so deep that it seemed to have been created by blades or axes, and not at all by a wooden sword.
At level 20, the Cross-slash had also reached its maximum level and could no longer progress. At level 10, the Cross-slash had brought an additional 1 point increase in agility and a 1 point increase in flexibility.
At its current 20th level, the gains were an increase of 1 point in strength, 2 points in agility, and 2 points in flexibility.
Fang Xingjian revealed a carefree smile. He had been practicing swordsmanship for over ten years, but this was the first time he had felt so good. His swordsmanship was progressing at a speed which could almost be seen by the naked eye. His techniques were leveling up almost daily.
In a mere one to two months’ time, despite having spent most of it lying in bed, his swordsmanship was almost equivalent to one who had been training his swordsmanship for over ten years.
Seeing himself gradually getting stronger and stronger, the feeling of contentment was simply intoxicating.
But even so, he still continued with his training. Although constantly practicing the Basic Sword Technique and Cross-slash no longer had any effect, he was actually practicing for his third technique, the Single-handed Sword Grab.
His Single-handed Sword Grab had already reached level 19 and was close to leveling up once again.
Having reached level 10 in the Single-handed Sword Grab, due to the increase in skill mastery, Fang Xingjian had also gained a 1 point increase in strength and a 1 point increase in agility apart from the increase in dealt damage.
Fang Xingjian repetitively practiced a series of basic stances in the courtyard. Although it did not look good, the endless booms of thunder which echoed when the wooden sword sliced through the air made one feel as if each sword move contained extreme power and speed.
With the Genius Swordsmanship specialty, Fang Xingjian felt as if he had become one with the sword in his hands. Each movement, each strand of strength, and each constriction of the muscles felt as natural as breathing to him.
Finally, Fang Xingjian’s fierce movements stopped, and a smile of satisfaction shone on his ice-cold face.
He had reached level 20 for the Single-handed Sword Grab, which included an additional attribute increase of 2 points in strength, 2 points in agility, and 1 point in flexibility.
Fang Xingjian’s overall attributes had changed to:
Name Fang Xingjian
Age 16
Occupation Warrior’s Squire
Level 9
Strength 14
Agility 16
Reaction 7
Endurance 6
Flexibility 10
Within one to two months’ time, it was as if Fang Xingjian had achieved a qualitative improvement, but he had yet to fully master the Single-handed Sword Grab.
However, in his current state, there was no way for him to compare against the massive Onassis Clan. Even so, the training during the past months had raised his confidence immensely.
‘Now, I only require sufficient sword techniques to be able to endlessly continue my training.
‘If the technique’s maximum level is high, then the training speed will also be many times faster than that of an ordinary person.
‘A hundred techniques, a thousand techniques… So long as I practice enough sword techniques, my power will continue to grow limitlessly.
‘The only thing left to do is to look for more sword techniques.’
An ice-cold killing aura flashed past Fang Xingjian’s eyes. It was as if black flames were burning in his eyes.
‘Onassis… and Caroline. I won’t let you wait for long.’
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Seeking revenge would require immense power.
For Fang Xingjian, the optimal way to obtain tremendous power was studying sword arts.
And he had already thought of a way to study it in the Miracle World.
In this world, one’s personal growth in the martial arts domain far surpassed that of the people on Earth. Even the strongest of the current Five Great Clans in Demonic City had relied on an enormous amount of resources from the Other World get to where they were.
Fang Xingjian must have been brought to the Miracle World by sea after he had been kidnapped by Caroline. The time that he spent on his recovery had not been wasted. He had pried information regarding this world from the old man, and found that most of it confirmed what he had previously learned in Demonic City.
In this world, one was accustomed to levels, attributes and techniques. These were thought to be as natural as the sky, the sun, or gravity.
Although he had heard rumors about the Other World many times back in Demonic City, it was Fang Xingjian’s first time actually being here.
According to the old man, they were currently on a colossal continent, near the western coastline of Sinkoda, which was the biggest of the six countries on this continent.
‘However, according to the internal government of Demonic City, out of the six countries Earth is only in contact with Uranlis. The remaining five are unfamiliar with Earth to such an extent that they are probably unaware that Uranlis has already teamed up with forces from another world.’
Fang Xingjian thought to himself, ‘This seems to be congruent with what I’ve fished out from the old man. Ordinary people are clueless that their world is slowly being invaded by outsiders.
‘The only question is, how deep the alliance between Uranlis and Earth actually is…’
"Hey."
Fang Xingjian turned around to see the old man regarding him indifferently. He was holding a sword covered in dust, stains, and grease. It looked much like a poker for the fireplace. One which had been lying in the house for a very long time.
As Fang Xingjian turned around, the old man flung the longsword at him.
Clang!
Fang Xingjian unsheathed the sword. It lacked luster and did not exude a sinister chill. It was simply a common western single-handed sword, about 1.2 meters in length and three fingers in width. The blade was marked by nicks left behind by countless battles.
"You rascal! How dare you train everyday with such serious injuries? Are you thinking of going back for revenge? To have left you in such a terrible state… It couldn’t have been an easy opponent."
Fang Xingjian did not reply to the old man’s question.
Shaking his head, the old man said, "This is a sword I’ve kept from my days in the army. Take it. I have no use for it."
"Thank you." Fang Xingjian sincerely looked at the old man.
With that, he sheathed the longsword and walked towards the door.
"Where are you planning to go?"
"North, to Kirst. I hear that there are many institutions there training warriors and teaching skills," replied Fang Xingjian. It was the nearest big city to the fishing village. He was planning on looking for opportunities, gathering information, and finding places where he could learn sword arts.
Fang Xingjian believed that in a world where one possessed attributes, skills, and the ability to gain strength through training, there would certainly be communities similar to clans or unions, where the strongest were nurtured.
"Kirst is far, and the path leading to it dangerous. It’s almost winter. Even large contingents of warriors might not safely survive a journey full of blizzards and ravenous wild beasts. Aren’t you afraid of dying halfway?"
"I’d go even if I were to die on the way," Fang Xingjian paused to explain. He added, "There isn’t much time left for me." Indeed, if the will in the purple flames had not been lying, he only had about five years left to live.
He was running out of time.
The old man stayed silent for a while. Then, he said, "When you arrive in Kirst, if you’re not dead and if you’re still keen on learning sword arts, you can go to The School of Sword Arts."
Fang Xingjian looked back and noticed the old man’s brown eyes staring vacantly, as if he were immersed in a memory.
The old man rubbed his eyes and waved, "Go on, go on, do what you have to."
…
Even though everyone had the possibility to become the strong, perhaps because of how strong individuals were in general, progress in civilization was slow on the mainland.
Countless villages and towns were still in a profound state of ignorance. Most people were still deeply entrenched in manual labor, similar to Europe in the Middle Ages.
Furthermore, since the people here were mostly at level 5 and above, the majority of the commoners had become the main driving force of common labor. Some were still using horses as their main mode of transportation.
"Hurry up, hurry up! We have to reach the next camp by night!" yelled the blonde-haired green-eyed chief in charge of the trade caravans.
Amidst the trade caravans, Fang Xingjian carried a sword at his waist and almost 200 jin of goods on his back, advancing alongside the group.
…
Late into the night, Fang Xingjian grit his teeth and tore into the stone-hard black bread. Staring at the bonfire, his eyes seemed to have burning flames in them.
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In the middle of the storm, carriages were being swept off the cliff. Agitated, the chiefs hurried the laborers and slaves, having no other choice but to join them in their efforts.
Fang Xingjian was thoroughly drenched from the storm. As he marched along the muddy mountain road, the rain was biting cold. The goods were becoming increasingly heavy as they soaked up the rain, yet his back stayed straight.
…
"Here’s your pay." A satchel of coins was flung at Fang Xingjian. "You really won’t consider joining us to Filain? It’ll be snowing soon, and the road to Kirst won’t be smooth."
"Thank you." Fang Xingjian took the satchel and turned around to leave.
"You insolent fellow, the chief is talking to you!" A large man with brown hair stood up, only to be set back by the chief. He looked at the leader in confusion, "Chief?"
He did not understand why the chief had stopped him from teaching that arrogant prick a lesson. That prick did not have superior strength, and he clearly had not yet passed his first job transition. He would at most be a level 9 commoner.
The chief shook his head without a word, a grave look on his face as he constantly gazed at the rugged longsword at the youngster’s waist.
Braving the mighty wind and snow, Fang Xingjian trudged northward, shrinking against the stinging frosty rain and against the ice-cold temperatures that made his skin turn purple. He wrapped himself tightly with a fur coat, protecting every inch of his skin from the snowstorm.
…
Under the starry sky, Fang Xingjian hid in a small pit he had dug. The bonfire beside him was growing weaker, as if it would sputter out at any moment. He shook uncontrollably, as though shaking could prevent his body heat from escaping, but his eyes were filled with the raging flames of revenge.
"Caroline… Onassis…
"Wait for me…"
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Fang Xingjian sprinted, leapt, and drew his sword from his waist in the blink of an eye. Drops of searing blood trickled down the blade and splattered on the snowfield, leaving a long crimson trail.
Tens of large wolves howled savagely and sinisterly in fury, chasing at Fang Xingjian’s heels. The smallest of the pack was more than four meters long, and all of these wolves looked like armoured cannonballs, tearing the air apart as they ran, and baying sharp thunderous howls.
In this digitized world, human beings were not the only ones who could become stronger. There were many strong, monstrous beasts as well.
These monsters were known as ferocious beasts, and they evolved from wild beasts which had levelled up by killing.
These countless ferocious beasts roamed the forests, grasslands, and rivers. Every year, there would be many people who travelled into the wilderness only to fall prey to these beasts.
This world had never belonged solely to Man. Most of those without formidable skills would never pass the first job transition and would probably never even leave their hometowns in their whole lives.
Fang Xingjian leapt into the flowing currents with a splash. The bitter-cold water nearly froze his body.
Looking back at the large wolves, he saw that they had paused at the waterbank, hesitating. After running alongside the river for another few hundred meters, they gradually gave up the chase.
Fang Xingjian finally found a chance to climb up the bank after drifting for two kilometers. He took off his clothes right away and started looking for flint in order to start a fire.
He stood by the bonfire, jumping continuously, swinging his sword, and exercising. His eyes shone with a beastly glint.
‘I will survive!
‘Not just survive, but become stronger, stronger and stronger!’
Be it storm, snow, or the loneliest night, Fang Xingjian never fell. He straightened his spine, eyes glimmering faintly like a wolf’s.
He kept recalling that night in the ancestral hall, the days he was on the seas to the Miracle World. The images kept replaying in his mind, making his heart colder and colder and making the fire in his eyes blaze more aggressively with each moment.
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A man stood in front of Kirst’s city gate. His clothes were torn and tattered, and his hair was long and tangled. He had the appearance of a refugee from the dirtiest, lowest slums.
His lips were chapped, and his face was pale, green, and gaunt, as if he had suffered from famine. Only his eyes still shone like stars in the night sky.
‘I’m finally here.’
‘Kirst.’
This man was, naturally, Fang Xingjian. He lowered his head to look at his Specialties Window. It now had an added specialty.
Beginner’s Survival Instinct: evolved endurance and willpower; allows you to ignore pain and tolerate hunger; all non-fatal injuries will not bother you in your battles and struggles.
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