Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen Ma Fan Reaching Target (1/2)
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen Ma Fan Reaching Target
Ma Fan felt very troubled.
No matter if it was his ningmai second stratum cultivation or the nameless scripture he cultivated, they madehim one ofthe top practitioners in this group. But to someone as afraid of trouble as he was, this prestige wasn’t a good thing.
He became one of the important prospects to be “nurtured”.
The requirements for his training far surpassed everyone else’s. Everyone looked at him with gazes full of sympathy.
That’s right, it really was sympathy.
The training for everyone was extremely strict, so the training regime of an important prospect, Ma Fan’s, could only be imagined. However, other than sympathy, they did not feel any joy at his misfortunes. They didn’t even have the power to save themselves. Everyone in the camp put all their strength into furiously training. If they did not complete their training, their outcome would be extremely tragic.
On the first day several people did not obey. But now when everyone saw the somewhat feminine, delicate, and shy youth, they could not control the deep terror that came out of their heart. The terrified screams that meant a fate worse than death haunted their ears. The inhuman state of the people who didn’t listen frequently haunted their thoughts. Whenever they thought of it, these people that were used to seeing storms of blood couldn’t help but tremble.
Devious, vicious, and cold-blooded, he thoughtof a life like grass … …
These words were not enough to describe this seemingly harmless and beautiful youth in front of them. Even the most rebellious person was docile and obedient in front of him.
This handsome youth might be strict, but if you could successfully finish your training nothing would happen. He would never try to punish you for unsubstantiated reasons. He didn’t take your talismans or scriptures. After discovering this point, everyone competed to be first, afraid of being slow, and having to taste that terrible torture that was worse than death.
Ma Fan felt his life was hopeless. Each day was endless training.
Heavens!
How can this be completed?
It hadn’t been long since he had broken through to the second stratum of ningmai. The ling power in his body was around fifteen jing. The content of his training focused on only one thing, one of his sword moves. That’s right, just the one move. Of the three sword moves that he knew, the strongest was the [Illusory Shadowless Sword of Destruction]. The power of this move was very high. Most important was that it did not cause ling power ripples when it was cast. Without a sound or wind, it never attracted the eye, but it was surprisingly powerful.
In reality, after learning it, he had only used it in combat two or three times before now.
He usually was afraid of trouble, and rarely engaged in combat. If he saw the situation was not right, he would quickly use the illusory movement method to escape.
His training content was just this move. However, it wasn’t so simple. Gongsun Cha had two demands. The first was that he could use this killing move when he was using the illusory movement method. The second was that he had to be able to cast this move three times or more in the span of fifteen minutes. And in one hour, he had to be able to use this move seven or more times.
When he first received the training regime, it was normal for his face to be ugly.
With his present cultivation, if he cast [Illusory Shadowless Sword of Destruction], he couldn’t do it when he was in motion, and could only cast it four times. After casting it, he needed to rest for a while before casting again. This clearly short ofGongsun Cha’s demands.
Ma Fan didn’t know how Gongsun Cha had thought of such a fatal demand. Wasn’t it just asking for his life?
He had once gathered his courage to request Gongsun Cha to change it. What he received was Gongsun Cha’s light words, “Cultivate well, for putting your life on the line is better than losing it.”
When Ma Fan heard this, and his heart instantly became cold. With no other solution, he could only train with his life on the line. From the time he had started his cultivation, he had never cultivated so hard before.
Using the illusory movement method at the same time as the [Illusory Shadowless Sword of Destruction], this was something that he had never thought of before. With no sect, to be able to become a ningmai second stratum, Ma Fan’s talent in cultivation was not low, and his intelligence was not bad. Of course even he could see that if he could use his movement method and sword move at the same time, the power of the move would increase greatly.
But with his personality of avoiding trouble, if he thought of this in the past, he would have gave up after trying a few times.
But now, the blade hung above his neck. If he retreated slightly, his little life would be gone. There was no room to change his current trajectory. He could only push forward.
His ling power was so expended that he almost spat blood, his body was sore and soft that it felt like his skeleton was coming apart. For the sake of his little life, he must cultivate! Cultivate! Cultivate! He had cultivated to the point that he wanted to throw up when he saw a flying sword … …
He actually succeeded!
A flickering figure fluttered uncertainly in the air, and without warning, several explosions suddenly occurred in the air!
Boom!
The ground fifty zhang away from him seemed to have been struck by something invisible, suddenly exploding open, sending dirt flying. The people who had been training near by were alarmed, and put out their ling shields. Pia pia pia, the flying dirt hit the ling shields like rain. Those with weaker cultivation even felt their ling shields shake.
Everyone was shocked!
When they looked at the ground, they saw seven deep holes in a row, each hole that was two zhang deep!
Crashing down through the air, yet still so powerful, if this was someone’s body … …
Their eyes as they looked at Ma Fan instantly changed. This guy definitely had been holding back before! However, some with nimbler minds had happy expressions. Right now, everyone was on the same rope, Ma Fan getting stronger was good for all of them. At least, the probability of keeping their lives was now higher.
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