Chapter 217 (1/2)
Everybody's gaze was drawn towards Fang Zhengzhi. Or, it could be said that everybody's gaze was fixated upon Fang Zhengzhi's right hand.
Because, at this moment, Fang Zhengzhi held a sword in his right hand.
A sword that appeared extremely ordinary, yet, wasn't ordinary at all. There were no decorations on the hilt of the sword, nor were there any exquisite carvings.
From the hilt of the sword up to the bright and clean blade of the sword, it turned from jet-black to glowing bright. It seemed to be of the highest quality. However, this feeling of quality was broken at the tip of the sword.
Because, at the tip of the sword, there was a purple scar. It was an extremely evil purple…
Just one look was enough to deduce that this purple scar didn't belong to this sword.
It was like a bloodstain on the blade of the sword, giving people the urge to wipe it off immediately. However, this sword had been buried under the rock for n.o.body knew how long.
How could a bloodstain exist?
When everybody saw the sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hands, there were filled with various complicated expressions. Envy, jealousy, shock, lament and disbelief…
As for the purple scar at the tip of the blade, it was neglected by majority of the people.
Except for Fang Zhengzhi.
Fang Zhengzhi knew what this purple scar was. It was the blood essence of the Demon Lord Si Kong. Because, at the instant he held that sword in his hand, an image flashed across his mind.
A slash that shocked the world.
Leaving a sword scar within the Blood Shadow City. A sword scar that split the Blood Shadow City into two.
Causing the fall of Demon Lord Si Kong.
However, the fall of Demon Lord Si Kong left a drop of blood on the sword. This drop of blood also represented a curse. A curse through the blood, ensuring that it would remain forever on the sword.
The curse was actually very simple. Meng Tian would never be able to use a sword for the rest of his life.
Fang Zhengzhi didn't quite understand. Why would the Demon Lord Si Hou leave this curse? Cursing a person to never use a sword again? Why couldn't he just curse him to death? Or curse him to be unable to fight again?
That seemed to be more direct.
Fang Zhengzhi couldn't understand the reason behind this, hence didn't bother to think further. However, it was because of this curse that led to Sagely Battle G.o.d Meng Tian never using a sword ever again, changing to the blade.
Because, he couldn't use a sword anymore.
”How about I call you Purple Scar?” Fang Zhengzhi asked softly. He wasn't a person who judged a book by the cover. However, he felt that his name seemed rather suitable for this sword.
The sword in his hand let out a low cry, as if replying Fang Zhengzhi's words. This caused the surrounding examinees to reveal a shocked expression once again.
Don't tell me this sword really has consciousness?!
”I understand, seems like you don't really like this name. Then, let me change it. How about I call you… Traceless?” Fang Zhengzhi nodded, as if being able to sense the dissatisfaction in the sword.
Very quickly, the sword let out a clear cry, just like that of a dragon.
”Alright, I will call you Traceless!” The edges of Fang Zhengzhi's mouth curled into a slight smile.
”Traceless?!” When the surrounding examinees heard Fang Zhengzhi's words, they were completely speechless. This sword is named Traceless? Can't you see that huge purple scar at the tip of the sword?
Don't tell me this was the legendary tale of covering one's ears whilst stealing a bell?
A person could be shameless…
Who knew that the sword would be just as shameless!
Fang Zhengzhi looked at the surrounding examinees with a disdainful expression. He naturally knew what these people were thinking. However, he knew the thoughts of ”Traceless Sword” even more clearly.
It felt as if there was a scar on a person's face.
Wouldn't he never wish for others to call him scar face?
If there were really people who did this, they were definitely itching to be punched.
Man had pride.
As for a sword...
How could it not have pride?
Fang Zhengzhi held the sword, pointing the tip of the sword at Ying Shan. An evil purple flashed at the tip of the sword.
”Looks like this is the real sword!” Ying Shan's eyes narrowed slightly.
”Didn't I already tell you earlier that the sword just now was fake?” Fang Zhengzhi spoke without a single trace of red on his face.
”...” Ying Shan's lips quivered.
He had no way of arguing. Because, Fang Zhengzhi had indeed said that the golden sword was fake. However, under those circ.u.mstances, there were simply n.o.body who would believe that.
Don't tell me that he really knew the sword was fake?
Then why would he pull out the sword?
Ying Shan felt that his mind was in a mess. He couldn't really understand. However, very quickly, his mind cleared up again. Because, no matter what the truth of the matter was.
He only had one task. That was to kill Fang Zhengzhi.
Hence, Ying Shan moved. A shadow flashed across until it neared Fang Zhengzhi. The black light flowed about his two palms as a cold glint filled his eyes.
This seemed to be a deadly blow that would definitely kill.
However…
This deadly blow was blocked by a sword.
That sword came from the ground. It was a very ordinary sword. However, that sword blocked in front of Ying Shan. Furthermore, the tip of the sword pointed at Ying Shan's throat.
Ying Shan definitely wouldn't let an ordinary sword block his way. Instead, he lightly pushed the sword. Instantly, the sword was reduced to powder.
However, this didn't mean that Ying Shan could go nearer to Fang Zhengzhi.
Because, a second sword, a third sword, a fourth sword… all the swords impaled onto the ground began to move at this moment. One by one, they were pulled out from the ground and flew into the air, blocking Ying Shan's advance.
”How… is this possible?!” Ying Shan looked at the numerous swords floating in the sky. He couldn't understand the logic behind this.
Controlling swords with shadow?
Ying Shan definitely could achieve this. Furthermore, he also knew that Fang Zhengzhi would be able to achieve this.