God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 693 - 763: Drawing Weapons

King of Swords sneered, "What Masked Hero, if you’re capable, tear off that piece of cloth on your face and show your true identity." He slung his long saber over his shoulder.

Fang Yi laughed and said, "Not at all, not at all. If you haven’t even heard of the Masked Hero, it only shows your lack of worldly experience."

Immediately, the King of Swords glared with fury brimming in his copper eyes.

The descendant of the Drunken Fist, Lv Fang, burst into laughter and said, "Masked Brother, what you said is truly amusing. I hope you can fight to the last so we can have a good, hearty battle."

Fang Yi had a good impression of Lv Fang and smiled, "But you must first overcome the pesky Sword Nutjob."

"Him?" Lv Fang initially scoffed, but after locking eyes with the Sword Nutjob, he rubbed the back of his head and said with an embarrassed smile, "Alright, alright, close enough."

"You and I are worlds apart," the Sword Nutjob stated calmly.

"..." Lv Fang was left speechless by the hit to his ego.

Fang Yi picked up Black Prison and slowly walked towards the center of the arena. It was time for his duel with the King of Swords. Perhaps the organizers considered the venue too small and thus let them start the duel, to be followed by the Sword Nutjob’s match against Lv Fang.

Holding the massive Black Prison on his shoulder, Fang Yi moved steadily towards the center, while the King of Swords approached from the opposite side, saber in hand. As the two met in the heart of the arena, the surrounding area gradually fell silent, though low murmurs persisted.

"Who exactly is that Masked Hero, and does he have the strength to defeat the King of Swords?"

"It could be strength or luck, perhaps he has a chance at victory."

"That’s not necessarily true. The King of Swords’ grandfather was the Old King of Swords, a fighter of the third Heavenly Level who once dominated with a great saber. Now the King of Swords is said to be at the Half-step Heavenly, so even if the Masked Hero is highly skilled and lucky, he’s likely to face a crushing defeat."

"The matchup of the Masked Hero against the King of Swords, how interesting..."

The discussions continued.

Hua Huiyue’s cheeks grew paler, losing blood color, making her look incredibly frail. The sparkle in her crystal-clear eyes dimmed as well, yet a hint of joy quietly graced her features.

"Little one, I hope you can do it," Hua Huiyue muttered to herself, watching the silhouette in the center of the arena.

Beside her, Yang Chengji turned slightly, catching Hua Huiyue’s gaze firmly fixed on the center of the arena, causing a pang of heartache within him.

"Fang Yi! You’re going to lose, you’re going to fail miserably!" Zhou Hao gritted his teeth. He felt frustrated and resentful. Why couldn’t he fight to the last? Why was it this damn fool who got to fight to the end? Was even fate siding with him?

Zhou Hao took a deep breath, staring intently at the stalwart figure, muttering to himself, "No matter, there’s still... a feast to come..." with a sinister smile lurking in his eyes.

"Master," Su Ge’er approached Jin Yuzhi from behind, bowing her head, "I’m sorry, your disciple has failed."

"It’s alright," Jin Yuzhi replied, "Desire Sect has never been known for confrontation. You reaching the top ten is already commendable."

Su Ge’er acknowledged, feeling somewhat relieved in her heart.

Gazing at the two in the center, Jin Yuzhi then asked, "Ge’er, who do you think will win?"

Without hesitation, Su Ge’er answered, "The Masked Hero."

"Why?"

"...Instinct."

...

In the center, Fang Yi stood silently, the massive Black Prison resting quietly by his side like another companion. He placed one hand on the large pommel and looked forward.

King of Swords took a step forward, pointing his saber at Fang Yi, "I’ve taken care of that nuisance for you, now let’s have a proper fight. I hope you bring out all your strength and not disappoint me."

Fang Yi smiled faintly, "It’s just a sparring match, we should stop at the slightest touch."

"Unless you verbally admit defeat," King of Swords declared, "my saber will not stop." freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Fang Yi nodded and extended his hand, "Please."

A cold glint flashed in the King of Swords’ eyes; in the next moment, he lunged forward with his saber raised.

Half-step Heavenly!

Knife King struck with a slash that came fast as a streak of silver lightning, arriving in the blink of an eye.

"Such a fast blade!" someone exclaimed.

Fang Yi’s gaze flashed, and as the long blade was cleaving down, he immediately executed the Divine Travel Steps, propelling himself backward in midair. Knife King’s blade met nothing but air, and with a loud roar, he lunged forward again.

The blade’s light hissed through the air, a ceaseless silver shimmer. Fang Yi’s hands were empty; he didn’t utilize the Black Prison.

The long blade attacked from all directions, each aimed at various parts of Fang Yi’s body. In just a few blinks, Knife King had Fang Yi cornered, the blade passing perilously close to his body every time, narrowly after narrowly.

But despite appearances, Fang Yi remained calm and collected, not sustaining a scratch, not a single hair out of place.

"What’s the Masked Hero trying to do? Facing Knife King and not using a weapon?"

"Maybe his weapon is too heavy."

The crowd all craned their necks, watching the battle unfold with a mix of curiosity and surprise. Why wasn’t Fang Yi using a weapon against the Half-step Heavenly Knife King?

...

A helicopter slowly emerged from halfway up the mountain.

The helicopter was pure white, its body blending in brilliantly with the sky, providing excellent camouflage.

Inside the cockpit sat a seductively handsome man — Su Ling!

And in the rear seat behind the pilot was a young girl, Shen Xiaoxiao.

Shen Xiaoxiao’s limbs were not bound; she could move freely. Even she found it puzzling. As a hostage, she should have been tied up or handcuffed, yet the enchanting man did nothing of the sort.

Was he too confident, or was she too much of a lamb?

The helicopter was a high-tech piece of equipment, but for the God Transformation Alliance, such a machine was no more than scrap metal—valuable scrap metal nonetheless.

Su Ling activated the helicopter’s telescope, peering into the eyepiece that reflected the scene atop the solitary peak.

Upon clearly seeing the two figures in the center, a smile curled on Su Ling’s lips, "Interesting." He then told the pilot, "Move a little closer; I want to get a better look down there."

The pilot, without a word, displayed absolute loyalty and devotion, maneuvering the helicopter closer.

...

Buzz!

The long blade descended, targeting Fang Yi’s forehead. Just as it seemed to reach his brow, Fang Yi, like a specter, weaved aside with a fluttering silhouette. Naturally, the blade swung into empty space once again.

After the battle ensued for a while, Knife King could barely contain his rage, bellowing at Fang Yi, who seemed close yet uncatchable: "Will you only dodge like a coward?"

Fang Yi smiled in response, "What else?"

Knife King shouted, "Take up your weapon and fight me."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, "I don’t want to yet."

Knife King insisted, "It’s not up to you. Take up your weapon."

"Are you sure?"

"I, am, sure!" Knife King enunciated each word between gritted teeth, his eyes ablaze with fury and madness.

Fang Yi’s gaze flickered slightly. After a moment of silence, he said, "My weapon can come out, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to catch it."

Knife King sneered, "Stop boasting! Show your weapon already."

Silent, Fang Yi walked over to the Black Prison and with one hand grasped the enormous hilt of the Black Prison sword, drawing it from the ground, causing fissures to spread across the earth.

Then, Fang Yi held the Black Prison level and gave it a slight shake.

The sound of ripping filled the air as the black cloth covering the Black Prison fell away in pieces, revealing a blunt Heavy Sword to everyone’s sight. Knife King’s gaze immediately darkened.

This chapt𝙚r is updated by fr(e)ew𝒆bnov(e)l.com