Chapter 97 (1/2)

Chapter 97: Mounting a Tiger

Translator: Yukidaruma Translations  Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

Two hours passed, yet Fang Xingjian had still not said a single thing. Not only that, he had not even moved, and if it had not been for the rising rhythm of his chest indicating that he was breathing, Charlie would have probably thought that he was dead.

Finally, Charlie lost his patience. Signalling to his assistant with his eyes, the air around him started to circulate as he spread out his Reduced Force Field.

The assistant stepped forth, moving behind Fang Xingjian.

And just as his arms were about to close in on Fang Xingjian’s throat, Fang Xingjian’s eyes snapped open.

“Were you sent here by the First Prince?

“I understand that you guys wish to ingratiate yourself with the First Prince, but do you really feel that the whole Empire already belongs to him? He hasn’t ascended the throne yet, and not only that, this place is the Kirst Royal Academy and not the Imperial Capital. I can understand that you guys wish to perform well and obtain good results in front of your master, but in this struggle of power among the top echelons, why are you guys so excited to be cannon fodder?

Fang Xingjian stared into Charlie’s eyes as he spoke, in a composed tone. “Don’t do something that your entire family would live to regret.”

Charlie’s eyes narrowed, “Are you threatening me?”

“I’m just giving you a friendly reminder,” Fang Xingjian replied. “You guys feel that the First Prince has full advantage over me, but what if the people behind me decide to take revenge against you? Would you be able to fend them off?”

“You don’t have to worry about this. You’re better off worrying for yourself instead. Do you think that after transitioning into a Windstorm Sword Hero everyone would have inhibitions when dealing with you? The Empire has never been short of one or two geniuses.” Charlie coldly laughed, and said, “Do it.”

But even though he had given the command, the assistant behind Fang Xingjian remained motionless. Charlie glanced at him furiously, asking, “What are you doing?”

“Sir…” The assistant laughed bitterly. He was not a Conferred Knight like Charlie. He was merely a first transition Knight, and a Class Two Investigator.

And he knew that Fang Xingjian was right. Regardless of how this matter ended, the rage of those important characters was certainly not something that small fries like himself would be able to take.

Hurting a Windstorm Sword Hero? How could he possibly do such a thing?

Not only that, looking at Charlie who was in front of him, that assistant could not help but sneer in his heart, ‘Damn it, you’re afraid of offending the other party, and so you asked me to make a move becauses you won’t dare to do it yourself? You think I’m out of my mind?’

Charlie glanced at him coldly, then exhaled slowly, saying, “Very well, Fang Xingjian. You wish to test my patience, right? Then let’s have a good chat from now.”

After which he said to his assistant, “Go and take a break.” Charlie glanced back to Fang Xingjian and coldly stated, “I have a total of eighteen people here. We’ll take turns to have ‘a good chat with you’.”

From then on, Charlie broke off all forms of communication Fang Xingjian had with the outside world, only giving him a cup of water and a porridge meal before unceasingly bombarding him with threats, pressure, and fatigue for over twenty-four hours.

Do not look down on these little methods. One must recall that Knights were only humans, after all. Although they were incomparably powerful, they also needed to eat and replenish their nourishment, as well as to rest in order to replenish their stamina.

Any living thing, if put through spending a long period of time without nourishment, would weaken, in particular the muscles, the internal organs, and the bone structure.

It was the same for Knights. If they only ate porridge and vegetables for a few days, or for over ten days in a row, their muscles would weaken, and their attributes and specialties would degrade as well.

And mental fatigue would make people less resolute, and more easy to force into a confession.

However, Fang Xingjian continued to cultivate as he circulated the Ice Age Meditation Technique in his mind. From beginning to end, he showed no reaction to Charlie’s offense. Moreover, he had eaten countless ferocious beasts and had taken countless specially prepared medicinal food so far, so the the nutrients, vital energy and blood in his body were all incomparably profound. The current situation would not affect him much if it was only for a couple of days, but if it dragged on for over ten days, no one could tell what would happen.

By then, his vital energy and blood would definitely weaken, and his body could even become atrophied.

Outside the small black room, Charlie stood there, frowning. A heavily bearded assistant walked out and closed the door, shaking his head at Charlie and saying, “It’s no use. Nothing we do has any effect. It’s as though he’s sleeping.”

Charlie stomped into the room, glaring at Fang Xingjian, saying, “Fang Xingjian, are you sure you still want to be so obstinate? We have already investigated the place where you first appeared. That old man has already confessed everything. You came here by sea, right? You’re not a citizen of our Empire.”

At this moment, Fang Xingjian actually opened his eyes. Staring at Charlie, he coldly asked, “What do you want to say?”

At this moment, his heartbeat surged. His identity as an Earthling was an absolute secret in the Miracle World. He could not begin to imagine what these people would do after they knew the truth.

Seeing the slight fluctuations in Fang Xingjian’s countenance, Charlie continued, “Your teacher Huang Lin already confessed as well. He was the one who conspired with you and doctored the submitted reports about you. Since he has already confessed, what more do you have to say?”