Chapter 211: Pulling out the sword (2/2)

”The sword is fake?” An examinee asked probingly.

”That's right. Don't tell me you people aren't able to understand such a simple thing?” Fang Zhengzhi seemed to reply this question with great despise.

”...”

”How can that sword be fake?”

The examinees were somewhat speechless. However, an even greater majority of them were in disbelief.

On the other hand, Fang Zhengzhi didn't even bother replying anymore. Instead, he lightly waved his hand and looked at the crowd with a disdainful gaze.

Among the crowd, there was only one person who was calm.

That was Yan Xiu.

Nangong Mu stood beside the crowd, seeming somewhat lonely. However, his gaze had all along been fixated on Fang Zhengzhi's face. He wished to infer something from his expression.

However, what disappointed him was that when Fang Zhengzhi mentioned that sword, his expression was calm the entire time.

Ying Shan stood beside the sword. His gaze slowly began to sharpen. No matter what Fang Zhengzhi was thinking, it was him who had regained the advantage in the current situation.

As long as the sword was in the ground.

Then, the World of the Sage would be sealed.

With the power of the Supernatural State, killing off Fang Zhengzhi and Yan Xiu would only be a matter of time.

…

At this moment, the situation seemed to have returned back to its starting point.

However, it was more serious than its initial state.

Xing Qingsui and the rest of the examinees had already completely lost their strength. The only people at the scene with energy left to fight were Fang Zhengzhi and Yan Xiu, as well as the injured Nangong Mu.

As for Ping Yang?

She was completely ignored by Fang Zhengzhi.

”How are you so sure that the sword is fake?” Ping Yang looked at Fang Zhengzhi. She didn't really wish to ask Fang Zhengzhi this question. Because, she would definitely be despised by Fang Zhengzhi once she asked this. However, she was really too curious.

”Do you want to try?” Fang Zhengzhi turned towards Ping Yang.

”Try? How?” Ping Yang was somewhat taken aback.

”Try to pull it out of course…” Fang Zhengzhi said in a very straightforward manner.

”Pull…” Just as Ping Yang was prepared to ask how he was going to pull it out, her eyes turned round.

Or, it could be said, not only Ping Yang, but everybody's eyes had turned round.

Ying Shan's expression turned somewhat distorted for the first time. That was a distortion caused by being intensely shaken from deep within his heart. He had thought of countless possibilities, but he had never thought of this.

Nangong Mu's calm was finally broken.

All along, he felt as if he understood Fang Zhengzhi. However, in the end, he suddenly felt as if he couldn't really understand. And now, he had a thought.

He seemed to have been overthinking all along.

He didn't know how Fang Zhengzhi did this. However, if Fang Zhengzhi was really able to achieve this, then, the advantage had all along been with him.

The sword...

Had been pulled out.

Without a single sound.

It floated in mid-air and gave off a faint, golden glow.

That was an extremely mysterious scene.

However, that was reality.

”You… don't tell me you…” Ying Shan would have never even dreamt that Fang Zhengzhi could be able to achieve this. Because, this was his ability. Shadow control.

”You have a problem?” Fang Zhengzhi looked at Ying Shan with an innocent expression.

In this pocket dimension, there were a few hundred types of Dao. He had conglomerated seven years of stars. Shadow? Shouldn't he at least conglomerate something like that?

The first time he witnessed Ying Shan controlling the shadow on the ground to pull out the sword.

He had already felt that this move didn't seem too bad at all.

Hence, he began to try it. However, thinking and doing ultimately required some trial and error. This trial and error required some time.

Hence, the entire time, he was dragging time. At the same time, he had been trying non-stop to control the swords on the ground with shadow.

Until the moment he held that sword with his hand.

He could finally ascertain that he was already capable of achieving this.

Then, he evidently didn't have to pull out the sword immediately.

Would Ying Shan pull it out?

Of course not.

Hence, Fang Zhengzhi wasn't in a rush at all. At the very least, he wasn't rushed enough to pull out the sword while Ying Shan still controlled the lives of over ten examinees. He had sufficient time to wait.

As for whether that sword was real or fake?

Fang Zhengzhi naturally didn't know.

What he needed to do was to let Ying Shan feel that he wouldn't pull out the sword.

Hence, he kept telling everybody. That sword is fake, it is fake, it is fake…

Furthermore, he had even used his own actions to tell Ying Shan and the rest of the examinees.

He had the opportunity to pull out the sword.

But, he didn't pull it out. The entire time, he didn't pull it out.

Even if he had the sword hilt in his hand, he wouldn't pull it out either.

This way, Ying Shan would definitely not have expected Fang Zhengzhi to attempt pull it out once again.

Even more importantly, even if Ying Shan strongly believed that the sword was real, he would still grow doubts due to Fang Zhengzhi's consistent actions. Was there a possibility that the sword would be fake?

Even though it was only a guess.

Opportunities…

Sometimes grew within the span of just one thought.

Fang Zhengzhi's thinking was very simple. All he wanted to do was to ensure other people wouldn't expect him to pull out the sword. As for how they thought? He didn't know, and didn't have to know.

And now…

At the moment when everybody felt that the sword might really be fake.

He pulled out the sword.

When Ying Shan stood beside the sword with unparalleled self-confidence, he had effortlessly sent a shadow through the ground towards the sword hilt, then, rapidly pulled it out.

Ping Yang wouldn't be able to think of such a turn of events. Hence, her tiny mouth grew wide with shock.

Nangong Mu similarly didn't think of this. Because, he remembered very clearly the people who were able to control shadow.

Hence, the calm on his face was broken, turning into shock.

Ying Shan had even more reason to not have thought of this. Because, this was his technique. Just as Nangong Mu said, the people within the human race who knew how to use this technique were few. Fang Zhengzhi's name wasn't among them.

Yan Xiu, on the other hand, was able to think of this. However, he wasn't sure that Fang Zhengzhi could achieve it.

However, why did that even matter?

No matter whether Fang Zhengzhi was able to achieve this or not, he would definitely have a way to pull out the sword. This, was how Yan Xiu thought in his heart all along.

The situation…

At this moment, entered a short state of calm.

The sword floated in mid-air, glowing with a faint golden light. Everybody's gaze was fixated upon that sword, the sword that Fang Zhengzhi pulled out from the ground.

The trace of a smile appeared on the edges of Fang Zhengzhi's mouth.

”Pull out the sword? What a simple thing to do!”