Paradise Of Demonic Gods - Chapter 103
Chapter 103 Waking Up
During the days when Fang Xingjian had been unconscious, Charlie had experienced the darkest moments of his life.
In the small dark room, he had been the one seated in the interrogation chair this time around.
His ex-colleague coughed and slowly said, ’’Charlie, I won't say much. You know our regulations. Confess honestly, it'll save you from having a hard time, and it won't make it harder for our brothers either.’’
Charlie furiously shouted, ’’I did not do anything!’’
’’Haha, you didn't do anything, but a Knight is lying down in sickbed, with injuries all over?’’ His colleague's eyes narrowed as he smiled and said, ’’We all know everything inside out, as well as the available means and methods. What's the point of telling me this now?’’
With that he stood up, looking at Charlie extremely coldly and said, ’’This time around, you've thrown away our association's face. Do you really think that you'd be able to reach the south borders at ease?
’’You had better confess honestly. What have you done to Fang Xingjian? Why is it that he hasn't been able to wake up until now?’’
Indifferently, he asked, ’’Was it poison? Remains divine Weapon? Or was it some unique speciality or ability? How on earth did you do it?’’
Charlie's face seemed to have aged ten years as he sighed and said, ’’I've already said that I haven't done anything.’’
The colleague opposite him only smiled coldly, obviously unable to trust Charlie's words.
He spoke out, ’’Seems like you don't want to say it. Then let us continue our chat tomorrow.’’
With that, he left, leaving Charlie alone in the small dark room, pulling his hair and frantically trying to think.
'What on earth is happening?'
Just like that, time passed by day after day. News of Fang Xingjian's being in a coma gradually spread throughout the academy.
The one in the most agony was Charlie, since for the past few days, he had eventually received an even more severe interrogation than Fang Xingjian had.
Although there was no torture and no violence, the forceful coercion had borne down on him with the weight of Mount Taishan. With just a slight pressure from the Empire's higher management, he already felt extreme despair. In addition, having been given only a small amount of drinking water and diluted porridge daily, his eye circles had turned increasingly dark, his body had got increasingly weak, and even his cheeks had sunk in. He was turning thin and feeble at an astonishing rate.
A whole seven days passed by, and the whole academy had heard the news that Fang Xingjian was now wasted. Charlie had also spent the darkest seven days of his life.
Until today, when the colleague who was interrogating once again walked in, looking at Charlie pitifully as he said, ’’Fang Xingjian has woken up. Today is your last chance. You'd better confess. What on earth have you done?’’
Hearing this, Charlie's face turned grim, his eyes ravishing with joy, ’’What? Fang Xingjian is awake? Let me meet him! I beg of you, please let me meet him! Let me have a confrontation with him directly. I've really not done anything!’’
The two colleagues exchanged glances and said, ’’Let's ask the lord.’’
In the ward, Fang Xingjian was already awake. His physique was really good, and coupled with the treatment the academy had provided for him, disregarding the amount of money they spent, his injuries had already recovered.
However, he did not open his eyes immediately, but simply looked at his Attributes Window.
All this time, he had first cultivated in his villa, and had secretly stolen Nurturing techniques during the competitions, followed by twenty-four hours of unceasing cultivation in the small dark room. Other than the increase in attributes provided by his potential, he had also gained additional increase in attributes thanks to the Nurturing techniques which did not overlap with the ones he had already learnt.
Of course, because he had also cultivated unceasingly, day and night, he had gained another level. Level 4 Sonido Sword Zephyr Waves allowed his strength, endurance, reaction and flexibility to increase by 4 points, while his agility had increased by a full 8 points.
His daily potential had increased yet again, since he had acquired a few more sets of Nurturing sword techniques which did not overlap with his previous ones.
Although it seemed as if the increase had not been significant, since the gaps between each additional point of increase got wider and wider, Fang Xingjian's powers had increased by a great degree.
But with the decrease in the number of Nurturing techniques that he could gain attributes increases from, he could only rely on using his potential points to increase his attributes. Thus, the speed of the increase in attributes had also got slower.
|Occupation||Windshadow Sword divinity|
|The attributes above come into effect once the Sonido Sword Zephyr Waves is activated.|
|Due to Perfect Muscles, +4 in strength and agility (10% of the endurance attribute)|
|Nurturing Sword Techniques||45 sets|
|Training Sword Techniques||5 sets|
|Supreme Mistwind Sword||Level 20|
|Specialities:|| Genius Swordsmanship,
Elementary Survival Instinct,
High Agility Motion Vision,
Unparalleled Sword Intent (50/100)
|Potential||10,000 point increase/day|
|Waves||Level 4 Sonido Sword Zephyr Waves|
|Mental Cultivation Method||Level 2 Ice Age Meditation Art|
Fang Xingjian looked at the new addition on his Stats Window, the Unparalleled Sword Intent. He started thinking to himself.
The progress indicator behind it clearly showed that this Unparalleled Sword Intent could still evolve, and it was currently at 50/100. Fang Xingjian gave it some thought, and the only thing which made sense was that he had now cultivated a total of 50 sets of sword arts to their maximum level. The only other one was his Supreme Mistwind Sword, which he had not been cultivating for the past few days, and thus had yet to reach the maximum level.
'It's that harsh? To think that this speciality requires 50 sets of sword techniques at their maximum level... Ordinary people can never dream to complete this in all their lives.'
Curious, Fang Xingjian started to look at its description.
Unparalleled Sword Intent: Innate Sword Bones, formed from repetitive tempering;uses intent to counter moves;unrivalled worldwide.
Any sword arts in the world will be picked up at a single look;tremendously increases the practitioner's speed of picking sword techniques, and can see through all techniques in the world;the success rate of seeing through the opponent's moves is affected by gap between the practitioner's speed and his opponent's speed;the faster the opponent's agility and reaction attribute, the lower the success rate.
This speciality, Unparalleled Sword Intent, had further increased Fang Xingjian's speed at which he picked up sword techniques. Now, by simply closing his eyes and contemplating a little, thousands or tens of thousands of sword moves would appear in his mind. All fifty sets of sword techniques had granted him his own perception towards sword arts, allowing him to create his own system.
Most of the sword techniques in the world, after disassembling them, breaking them apart and crushing them, then finally breaking them down to their most basic moves, would not be far from these fifty sets of sword techniques. Therefore, he could now learn any sword technique faster than if he were to learn anything else.
The ability to see through moves was obviously an ability to see through the flaws in the opponent's moves, but Fang Xingjian would only be able to experience the actual effects after having tried it for himself.
What he was more curious about was what effects the Unparalleled Sword Intent would have if it progressed even more.
At that moment, Huang Lin was the first to dash in and come to Fang Xingjian's bedside, asking, ’’Xingjian?’’
Fang Xingjian opened his eyes, looked at Huang Lin and said, ’’Teacher, why are you here?’’
’’It's all because of that dratted Charlie.’’ Huang Lin gritted his teeth and said, ’’Tell me, what on earth has he done to you? I want him to pay back in ten folds.’’
’’He...’’ Fang Xingjian turned silent for a moment, obviously digesting the information in Huang Lin's words.
But Huang Lin thought that he was trying to recollect what had happened, and thus did not disturb him.
Fang Xingjian gave it some thought, and then suddenly saw the Unparalleled Sword Intent on his Stats Window. He immediately said, ’’Teacher, I've suddenly got the speciality Unparalleled Sword Intent.’’ With that, he looked around the room, look at Huang Lin, and felt an intriguing feeling surging from within him. It was as if the whole world had changed, but he could not tell what was different.
’’Unparalleled Sword Intent?’’ Huang Lin's face revealed an extremely astonished expression, ’’To think that you've comprehended a mental state.’’
A mental state referred to an extremely unique specialty, all Knights having the possibility of attaining it, but at the same time, it was not guaranteed that they would be able to attain in a lifetime. It was because the mental state that each person could attain was different, and so was their comprehension and means to improve it.
Therefore, this was something which could not be passed down, and which could not be used as reference for others. A person could only rely on oneself to attain it.
Even as Kirst's sword master, Huang Lin had not yet comprehended the mental state. It was because luck and affinity played a part in this as well.
Due to the difficulty in comprehending the mental state and its progress, once it was attained, the specialty would be able to raise one's powers tremendously.
For example, Unparalleled Sword Intent, or the First Prince's State of Dominion.
Now, hearing that Fang Xingjian had also attained the Sword Intent, Huang Lin immediately felt great astonishment.
He said, ’’Therefore, you don't have to tell me what your mental state is. You hold the secret to yourself, and it's best that you don't ever tell anyone else. This will be your trump card.’’
Fang Xingjian nodded, expressing that he understood.
Huang Lin said once again, ’’Then how do you wish to deal with Charlie?’’
’’Charlie?’’ Fang Xingjian furrowed his brows and said, ’’Teacher, what are the plans you guys have for him?’’
Huang Lin immediately shared their plans to chase Charlie out of the Royal Knight Association and to send him to the southern borders. ’’He is after all, a Conferred Knight, and is of great use to the Empire. Therefore, it's impossible to sentence him to death.
’’Sending him to the southern borders, would not only allow him to render service to the country, but would also make it impossible for him to ever return again.’’
’’I understand. We'll settle it as such.’’
Not long after Huang Lin had left, Anthony, Jack and Lilia also rushed over to visit Fang Xingjian. They surrounded Fang Xingjian, chattering non-stop, concerned over how Fang Xingjian was feeling.
’’Teacher! Did those b*stards torture you?’’ Lilia asked, her fists clenched. ’’Is it that eccentric person called Charlie? I'll get my father to give him a thrashing.’’
Fang Xingjian shook his head and said, ’’It's fine. The association will handle this.’’
Just then Class 256's instructor, di*k, brought along Ferdinand, Barbara, Robert and the others to visit Fang Xingjian as well.
Looking at Fang Xingjian who was lying on the bed, di*k made a strange expression. Ever since Fang Xingjian had enrolled in the academy, he had found him disagreeable. But from the transition, to the competition, to the association's interrogation this time around, the way things had developed were all far from his expectations.
Now, he could not help but feel admiration for Fang Xingjian.
Ferdinand and the others felt the same as well. All of them stood around Fang Xingjian, consoling him.
Ferdinand looked at Fang Xingjian and said, ’’I'm sorry. Without you, we lost badly in the following rounds of the inter-class competition.’’
Robert said, ’’It's fine. After all, they were the top two classes in the academy. Even if Fang Xingjian was around, with us holding him back while he fought against ten senior Knights by himself, it would have been impossible for us to win the competition.’’
’’That's right,’’ Jack interrupted and said, ’’Those are senior students who have all been transitioned for seven or eight years. Even if Xingjian were able to win against one or two of them, how would he be able to fight against ten of them?’’
Fang Xingjian only listened silently, his body continuing to circulate sword techniques and Waves unceasingly twenty-four/seven, his mind cultivating the Supreme Mistwind Sword. Therefore, he only listened silently, not saying a word.
While his visitors were talking, the Headmaster also walked in.