Chapter 278 (2/2)

“What kind of joke is this?”

“He has already reached level 1 in the Thunderbolt Sword Technique?”

The two other students also looked at Fang Xingjian with astonishment written all over their faces, as if they could not believe what Fang Xingjian had achieved.

Rota smiled proudly. She did not know why, but when she saw the astonished looks on the trio’s faces, she felt a strong sense of pride.

She could not help but say, “Haven’t you guys heard of this year’s Regional Champion, Fang Xingjian? He was the one who comprehended all seven levels of mysteries to the Pantheon Monument. How could a mere Thunderbolt Sword Technique pose as a challenge to him?”

Hearing Rota’s words, Duolun regained his senses, “That’s right, this guy has always had his eyes closed. I thought it was just how his eyes looked, but he’s actually blind. It’s said that Fang Xingjian is blind.”

As the few of them were immersed in a short moment of astonishment, the longsword in Fang Xingjian’s hand was like the lightning in the sky, darting about at quick speed, penetrating through the air, creating loud, thunderous sounds.

And as he continued to swing the longsword, the electricity increased in number and intensity. In the blink of an eye, it became like a huge, sphere-shaped ball of lightning, encompassing Fang Xingjian entirely.

“Lightning at this level…level 2? No, he’s either at level 3 or 4 now.” Duolun could no longer remain calm, jumping up in shock and looking at Fang Xingjian as if he was looking at a deity.

It was true that when one picked up a sword technique as fast as Fang Xingjian did, to ordinary people, their existences were like that of deities.

Fang Xingjian had no intention of trying to hide his progress. The force from his sword changed again. Streams of sword Qi and lightning connected together, and the densely packed lightning gradually became condensed and compacted, turning into many thunderbolt dragons that resembled streams of plasma. They gathered around Fang Xingjian’s sword and continued to move around as he swung his sword.

Fang Xingjian’s Thunderbolt Sword Technique seemed to be improving rapidly at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye. It absorbed the energies from the ether particles in space, increasing the numbers of electric currents around him which were jumping and flying around like little spirits and were as docile the puppies one trained at home.

The students who had been practicing the Thunderbolt Sword Technique no longer had the arrogance from before, but rather, felt a bit embarrassed by their earlier attitudes. They felt as if they had been shamelessly flaunting their meager skills before a great master.

However, they refused to leave or to lower their heads, for fear that they would miss out on the dance of Fang Xingjian’s sword.

They watched as Fang Xingjian continued to perform the Thunderbolt Sword Technique, drawing out a beautiful trail with his longsword. Fang Xingjian’s vital energy and blood as well as his muscles and bones continued to move incessantly, changing his body’s frequencies.

The ether particles from his body and outside his body continued to exchange at great speed, producing a violent flow of energy.

After looking at Fang Xingjian’s sword dance, they seemed to have gained new understandings toward the many sword theories they had either not known or did not understand previously.

They watched Fang Xingjian’s sword dance with great hunger and thirst, as if they were watching a mentor providing guidance. The way Fang Xingjian had continued to correct himself and improved was something that they could only dream of watching.

Ten minutes, thirty minutes, and eventually, one hour passed by. Everyone present quietly watched as Fang Xingjian waved the Demoness’ Howl. The surrounding electric currents became increasingly dense, and they could feel a faint numbing sensation.

The few electric dragons around Fang Xingjian were shining in a glaring, brilliant white color, as if hundreds of incandescent light bulbs were stacked together, causing the others to be unable to see his silhouette clearly.

Finally, Fang Xingjian withdrew his force, and a myriad of thunderous sword cries rang out. All the electric dragons converged, turning into a pillar of thunderbolts that soared into the air from the tip of Fang Xingjian’s sword and eventually slashed down onto the ground.