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Paradise Of Demonic Gods - Chapter 89


Chapter 89 Lilia

Not long after Robert left, another visitor dropped by Fang Xingjian's villa.

In the training room, Fang Xingjian was cultivating the new Nurturing techniques he had learnt. Their class's competition was scheduled for the afternoon, so he was still making full use of this time to train.

It was then when loud sounds started coming from outside the villa.

Fang Xingjian stopped swinging his sword, frowning as he looked in the direction of the noise. The next moment, a loud piercing scream rang out with a deafening bang. A maid was screaming

Fang Xingjian's expression turned grim, and he dashed out with a strong gust of wind in a flash.

In the courtyard, a short figure with a height of about 1.6 meters slowly walked over to him. The metal gate outside the courtyard was twisted on the ground, obviously smashed open with brute force.

A middle-aged maid shouted out in surprise, ’’You... you cannot come in! The Headmaster instructed that no one is to disrupt the Lord's training.’’

The human figure impatiently said, ’’My father asked me to come. If not, do you think I'd even want to be here?

’’Where is Fang Xingjian? I've come to bring him Knight's remains.’’

That figure bellowed out as loud as thunder, and in the blink of an eye, her voice had spread throughout the whole villa.

Fang Xingjian frowned amidst the strong gales. He looked at the smashed gate, and at the shocked maid who had dropped to the floor, then coldly asked, ’’Who are you? Why did you barge into my place?’’

But he noticed that the figure seemed to be a little surprised.

It was a young girl with a height of about 1.6 meters. Looking at her face alone, with a ponytail and a neat row of bangs, she was extremely delicate, just like a pure high school girl.

But the girl's body made her appeared to be very strong. Her pair of long slender legs reached the height of an average girl's waist, her arms slightly bulging muscles, looking strong but not overly muscular. She held a gigantic sword about 1.5 meters in length, which would occasionally touch the ground casually. She gave off a strong impression of a person brimming with strength.

And at the same time a slight contradiction between her equally elegant and empowered look.

This young girl was very pretty, but at the same time, slightly muscular. Fang Xingjian could not cast aside the contradictory feeling he got.

Hearing Fang Xingjian's question, the young girl pouted and asked, ’’You're Fang Xingjian?

’’I'm Kirst's City Lord's daughter, Lilia. My father got me to bring you this set of Knight's remains.’’

With that, without any restraint, she magnificently threw a bag towards Fang Xingjian. The latter casually caught it, and found two bits of arm bones which were white as jade inside the ragged felt pouch.

Although they had the shape of bones, the two looked like beautiful pure white jade, also giving off a gentle aura. When Fang Xingjian grabbed them, he even felt a strong cold air flowing from them, as the temperature around him seemed to drop slightly.

One could tell with one look that these were no ordinary items, but the remains of a Conferred Knight.

And just as Fang Xingjian lowered his head to look at the remains, Lilia let out a loud thunder-like roar, the 1.5 meter long huge sword in her hand suddenly spouted sound waves of wind and thunder. With a leap, she slashed down fiercely.

Fang Xingjian did not move at all. Even the hand which he had just used to receive the remains did not even tremble. With a slight flash of his right hand, as if lightning had appeared out of nowhere, he blinded everyone there, making them subconsciously close their eyes. After a loud boom, Lilia cried out in pain. She had been sent flying, only managing to come to a stop after she had tumbled over ten times.

All the servants in the surroundings looked towards Fang Xingjian, only to discover that he had not moved an inch. His longsword was back into its sheath, making them wonder if he had even drawn his sword in the first place.

An ignorant villager would have considered this quick attack to be demonic powers or magic.

Lilia struggled up to her feet and stretched out her muscles a bit, looking just fine. Her eyes, fixed on Fang Xingjian, were brimming with light.

Fang Xingjian was secretly a bit surprised as well. He had intended to knock her out with that attack. To think that she had not just gotten back up to her feet, but at the same time, other than a slight disruption to her vital energy and blood, she seemed to be perfectly fine.

Lilia's body seemed to be as strong as that of a ferocious beast's.

’’Alright!’’ Lilia let out a maniacal laughter, picking up her huge sword, and charged forth once again. ’’Here I come again!’’

The two swords clashed once again at a speed which the naked eye could not follow, and Lilia flew out once again. However, just as she was about to dash forward once again, she felt something cold at her neck. Unknowingly, Fang Xingjian had already appeared beside her, the longsword in his hand closely stuck to her neck.

’’Your persistence is getting out of hand.’’

However, when faced with Fang Xingjian's cold words, Lilia's face was filled with excitement as she said, ’’Master, please accept a bow from your disciple!’’

Fang Xingjian looked at the young girl strangely, and she shouted, ’’Master! Your sword technique is really awesome! As expected of a super genius who is the first to become a Windstorm Sword Hero in fifty years.’’

Fang Xingjian turned to leave, ’’I don't take in disciples.’’

Lilia shouted, ’’I can pay you a tuition fee of one hundred gold each week!’’

Fang Xingjian paused in his tracks, but once again moved on.

Lilia shouted again, ’’I'll present my father's remaining ten Wind Hawks to you as well!’’

Ten Wind Hawks. They would probably be able to add on a bit of extra agility attribute to Fang Xingjian's current stats. Each of them was extremely rare. They were precious and valuable treasures which, despite there being people who were willing to pay high prices for them, most people were unable to get them.

Just as Fang Xingjian was considering if he should give some guidance to her sword arts, Lilia seemed to have thought of something and said, ’’Right, right, it's my dad who asked me to get you to give me some pointers for my sword arts. Master, I even have the Headmaster's approval right here!’’

As she was saying this, she searched around and finally took out a piece of a crumpled letter. Fang Xingjian frowned and took it. It was really a letter from the Headmaster. There was even stamp of the Royal Knight Academy at the bottom.

In short, it was stated that Lilia was given the permission to enter the academy everyday and receive sword arts guidance from Fang Xingjian.

On the other hand, Lilia crossed her hands in front of her chest, looking at Fang Xingjian with great expectations. The way she lifted her head and looked at him with a pair of big round eyes, she looked like Fang Xingjian's younger sister, or a kitten waiting in anticipation for its master to feed it.

’’Alright, I got it. From tomorrow onwards, you can come over in the morning. I'll give you guidance on your sword arts for an hour, daily.’’

’’That's great!’’ Lilia jumped up, laughing out loud.

On the other hand, Fang Xingjian reminded, ’’Don't forget to bring your father's remaining ten Wind Hawks as well tomorrow.’’

Lilia patted her chest and said, ’’Don't worry, teacher. I'll bring them all tomorrow. My father loved those beasts a lot and hid them somewhere safe.

’’But I know where they are hidden.

’’Don't worry and just leave it to me.

’’Oh, right. You'll be participating in the competition this afternoon, right? I'll go cheer for you!’’

Looking at the excited young lady, Fang Xingjian's brows furrowed even more. He did not wish to have such a noisy person shouting out loudly on the cliffs while looking at his competition.

Therefore, Fang Xingjian brushed her off casually, ’’No need. How about this. This afternoon, you can practice all of the sword techniques you have learnt and show them to me tomorrow. Treat it as a test.’’

Once he brushed off the young girl, he realized it was already noon. After he finished lunch, Jack and Anthony had already come.

Jack said, slightly agitated and yet worried at the same time, ’’Let's head to the competition together. So how is it, Xingjian?

’’I heard that Renault is a nemesis to those who specialize in speed. Are you confident that you'll defeat him?’’

Anthony patted Jack on the shoulder and said, ’’Don't put too much pressure on Xingjian. At least we've already won one round. Class 252 is even stronger than Class 253. We just need to do our best.’’

Fang Xingjian shook his head and coldly replied, ’’Since coming here, I've never once thought of losing.’’

Leaving the two staring at each other, speechless, Fang Xingjian headed for the location of the competition. He did the same thing again and carried in a big basket of metal swords on his back.


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