This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 612: Chapter 79: The Wronged Daoist Fang Zhang

The cultivator chosen by Lu Qingshan was called Fang Zhang.

His current state of mind was reflected in his name.

He really was panicked!

Among the ten cultivators from the Central Heavenly Realm, his strength was considered below average; he was not a match for Lu Qingshan to begin with, and to make matters worse, he was a Spiritual Cultivator.

It is said that Dharma Cultivators dread Sword Cultivators, so how could Spiritual Cultivators fare any better?

A Flying Sword, with its long attack range, high speed, and great power, always posed a significant threat to the cultivators of the Taoist Sect.

Moreover, the opposing Sword Cultivator was known as “Sword Absolute”.

Even though he was internally panicked, Fang Zhang absolutely refused to show any cowardice; it wasn’t a fight to the death, so what was there to fear?

Besides, this was a chance to witness the techniques of a top Sword Cultivator. Wouldn’t he gain some experience for the real life-and-death battles against Sword Cultivators in the future?

The opportunity to spar with a top-tier Sword Cultivator was rare because once a Sword Cultivator made a move, the fight seldom ended until one party was dead or alive.

By that measure, he was actually benefiting from this magical combat!

With this thought, Fang Zhang paced so briskly that he seemed to bring the wind with him.

He walked up to the Mountain and Sea Pillar with great vigor, bowed to King Qing Mei, and then cautiously glanced at Lu Qingshan.

Although Lu Qingshan appeared very calm, Fang Zhang could still faintly feel a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Seeing this, Fang Zhang didn’t get angry. Instead, he felt somewhat pleased.

Perhaps, this was his chance to win?

People who underestimate their opponents have rarely ended well throughout history.

…

With a flash of Spiritual Light, the two were enveloped by the Mountain and Sea Pillar into a small realm.

The seventeenth magical combat began.

This time, the small world was the Rainstorm Realm.

The characteristic of this realm was its incessant torrential rain.

This pouring rain would affect the cultivators’ visibility and mask many sounds.

As soon as Fang Zhang entered the small world and found himself in midair, his first action was to use an Escape Technique to dive towards the ground.

Why?

As a Spiritual Cultivator, floating foolishly in the sky against a Sword Cultivator was like making himself a target.

His next move was to retreat to the edge of the Rainstorm Realm.

Being the weaker party in this fight, it was natural for him to adopt the posture of the underdog.

Actively seek out Lu Qingshan’s location? Unthinkable.

First, he needed to find a hidden spot and then set up various barriers in advance, waiting for Lu Qingshan to come to him — that would be the proper way to do it.

In the previous battle, Lu Qingshan’s strategy had been crystal clear: secure the center and then radiate outward.

Therefore, the best course of action was to deliberately retreat to the edge of the small realm to delay Lu Qingshan from finding him as much as possible.

Of course, although the small realm was large, it was only relatively so in terms of the needs of the magical combat, and in actuality, it wasn’t too extensive.

The reasoning was simple.

If the small realm were too large, some cultivators, knowing they were no match, could use the terrain to play hide and seek, turning the magical combat into a farce, right?

Such an obvious loophole in the rules naturally could not exist.

Under such a vast difference in strength, Fang Zhang’s strategy was indeed one of the best options available.

With a defined idea, Fang Zhang acted swiftly.

…

In front of the Zhao Wall, the spectators were dumbfounded.

The cultivators from the Yellow List who participated in the grand competition couldn’t help but laugh and cry because they could roughly guess Fang Zhang’s thoughts.

As for the Duke of Nan Ming, he even had the urge to cover his face, unable to watch any further.

Because today, Fang Zhang was really out of luck.

The direction he chose to edge along…

It was exactly the direction that Lu Qingshan was charging towards!

In the eyes of the cultivators who were watching the whole game with the help of Zhao Wall, the visual effect seemed as if Fang Zhang and Lu Qingshan had a tacit agreement, charging towards each other.

Spiritual Cultivator and Sword Cultivator playing a charge game?

The bold Spiritual Cultivator, loved it.

…

Inside the mini-realm.

Lu Qingshan’s speed was very fast as he rushed toward the center of the Rainstorm Realm.

Unlike Fang Zhang, Lu Qingshan wasn’t using an Escape Technique close to the ground, but instead was flying flamboyantly in mid-air.

Being high up made one an easy target, but there were advantages as well as disadvantages; the high position offered a broad field of view.

For Lu Qingshan who needed to actively look for his opponent, this was a better choice.

In less than ten breaths’ time, Lu Qingshan, out of the corner of his eye, suddenly caught a glimpse of a small black shadow on the distant ground, moving as fast as a mouse, rushing toward him.

What is that thing?

Lu Qingshan had almost no time to think. It was purely an instinctual muscular reaction as his Flying Sword shot out at high speed.

The moment Lu Qingshan released the Dragon Sparrow, there was an immediate surge of scorching flames, evaporating the continuous rain into vapor.

The resulting scene was a streak of red light flashing through heaven and earth, and behind the red light, a long trail of visible vapor was pulled out, resembling a comet’s tail.

Shh, shh, shh!

Fang Zhang, who was still using his Escape Technique close to the ground, only reacted half a breath after Lu Qingshan released the Flying Sword.

He wondered what the source of the hissing sounds he heard was, so he instinctively looked up.

That blazing red, standing proud amid the curtain of rain, filled his vision.

It was the terrifying Flying Sword that was already nearing the level of Sword Birth Thunder Fire, leaving behind traces of Sword Light.

In Fang Zhang’s eyes, it didn’t resemble a Flying Sword but seemed more like a meteor falling from the sky.

It was a mere breath’s moment, yet it was a moment Fang Zhang could not forget many years later.

In front of ten thousand cultivators, the cultivator Fang Zhang from the Yellow List, who had not even properly faced Lu Qingshan, suddenly saw the light shift, vanished, and appeared outside the Rainstorm Realm.

On the other hand, Lu Qingshan, who had released the Flying Sword, also hadn’t reacted yet, only to find that the mini-realm darkened, a streak of Spiritual Light passed, and he and Dragon Sparrow were already in front of the Mountain and Sea Pillar.

“The seventeenth match of Magical Combat, the Eastern Domain wins,” King Qing Mei’s voice announced.

“How did I lose?” Fang Zhang wondered.

“How did I win?” Lu Qingshan was confused.

In front of the Mountain and Sea Pillar, both parties looked at each other with similar confusion in their eyes.

A moment later, Lu Qingshan was the first to recover, somewhat speechless, “The black shadow I saw scurrying on the ground, was that this person?”

Fang Zhang also gradually realized that the streak of red he had seen earlier must have been Lu Qingshan’s Flying Sword…

This was the shortest Magical Combat so far in the competition.

The two combatants had entered and left the mini-realm in no more than ten breaths’ time.

Even more absurdly, the two combatants, despite their clear victory and defeat, had not even seen each other’s faces.

Lu Qingshan at least saw a black shadow in the rainstorm, while Fang Zhang was completely in the dark, befuddledly defeated.

…

The defeated Fang Zhang went back with a dejected look.

Having used just one sword strike and barely consuming any Spiritual Power, Lu Qingshan calmly took out a Soul Condensing Pill from his Storage Ring and began to silently recover his Divine Sense.

Seeing this scene, the cultivators from the Five Regions who were initially amused, suddenly started looking at Fang Zhang with a sense of disapproval.

You were expected to wear down Lu Qingshan a bit, but you ended up being so weak, not only failing to deplete his Spiritual Power but also giving him two hours of recovery time for free?

Even the cultivators from the Central Heavenly Realm viewing Fang Zhang had similar complaints.

This time around, no matter how firm Fang Zhang’s resolve was, he couldn’t help feeling wronged under the reproachful eyes of his fellow faction members.

I’m already so unlucky, and you still blame me?

You think I wanted this?

Are you even human?