Chapter 242 (2/2)

However, by the time he landed, he was already out of the arena.

Anderson lifted up his head suddenly and looked toward Fang Xingjian who was retrieving his leg slowly. Anderson shouted, “It’s light? The reason you used light is not only to suppress my shadows but also to force me to use my best move? At the same time, you even refracted light to obstruct my vision, creating an illusion?”

Fang Xingjian kept his longsword and walked down the arena slowly.

Anderson shouted out loudly, “Was that it? Answer me!”

Fang Xingjian did not stop but said calmly, “You’re relying too much on your eyes.”

Hearing this, Anderson suddenly reached out to touch his eyes. That was true. As a Knight who needed to control shadows and deploy sneak attacks from the shadows, he was overly concerned over the changes between light and shadow. He was also overly reliant on what his eyes had told him.

Anderson threw a vicious glare at Fang Xingjian’s departing silhouette. However, he no longer said anything and turned to leave.

In the stands, Ferdinand waved his hand strongly. Now, Fang Xingjian just needed to defeat Hoult in order to become the Regional Champion. Adding on to the bets he had placed with regards to the results of the previous stages, he would at least be able to get a profit of at least two thousand gold.

The Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guards, Adri from the Tresia Clan, looked at Fang Xingjian who had won the match. Adri said coldly, “He appears to be generous, wanting to win over Anderson in all aspects, and even provided him with a good battle environment.

“But in the end, he’s still used light, not giving the opponent the chance to showcase his powers.

“This is because he still wants to save his energy and stamina for when he fights against Hoult. Hmph, seems like even he isn’t very confident in winning against Hoult. That’s why he has to save every ounce of energy to increase his chances of winning…”

Xiu Yi, who was beside him, asked, “Lord, between Fang Xingjian and Hoult, who do you think will win?”

“That sword attack Fang Xingjian used against Meng Hao earlier was very powerful, but so is Hoult’s Astral Tempest when paired together with the level 29 Divine Weapon. It’ll depend on who makes a mistake first and gets dealt a heavy blow.” Saying that, he laughed. “If Fang Xingjian is dealt a serious blow, it’ll be great for when we take action later.

“On the contrary, if he were to deal Hoult with serious injuries or even kill him, he would make himself an enemy of the Astral Ancestor’s Myriad Stars Palace. That would be even better.”

Wei Leng and Hoult were already heading up the arena.

When the assistant examiner asked if they required for the arena to be cleaned up and fixed, both of them shook their heads.

Looking at Wei Leng, Hoult shook his head. Streams of silver light shot up into the sky, and the Astral Tempest spread out across the entire arena. It was like the mass of stars in the universe was surrounding Wei Leng.

Hoult did not give a hoot about Wei Leng. Compared to those Knights who were still fighting with their bare fists and techniques, his Astral Tempest was already at the level of a second transition Knight. He was fighting with extraordinary strength.

Although Wei Leng had stepped into Heaven’s Perception, it did not change the fact that his foundations for the past few decades had been too shallow. Even if he had attained Heaven’s Perception, it would still take him several years or over ten years of hard work to catch up to Heaven’s Perception.

Now, in terms of a battle of techniques, Wei Leng had the advantage. With his observation skills from Heaven’s Perception, he could bring forth greater potential from his illusionary sword techniques, creating an even greater effect.

However, before absolute power, these were all meaningless.

Hoult clenched his right fist, and countless stars gathered together, transforming into a fist which could cover half the arena.

“One move. Wei Leng, if you can take this attack from me, we’ll take it that you’ve won.”

As he spoke, Hoult’s palm faced down, pushing down through space.

At the same time, the huge palm made from myriad stars, which was hovering in midair, slapped downward. Wei Leng could only feel that the sky had turned dark, and with the palm slapping down, his vision of the sky seemed to have disappeared completely.