Facing an Ancient God for a Year

What’s he talking about?

Having witnessed the peculiar exchange between Fu Qian and Ji Liushuang, the onlooking crowd jumped in shock at his words.

Does this guy have a problem with his head? His conversation with Ji Liushuang was already kind of neurotic.

Facing Li Weixuan, whose intent to kill was already decided, he actually didn’t run but even claimed he’d take him down directly?

“Interesting, I didn’t expect to meet an opponent of your level on my first day out,” he said.

“People like you lurking in the Academy, your goal can’t be just the Swordsmanship Department, right?”

...Li Weixuan likewise didn’t understand the conversation between Fu Qian and Ji Liushuang, but he wasn’t scared by Fu Qian either.

“That move you used just now was quite interesting, but it seems it cannot be sustained? Did you incur some kind of cost to unleash it?”

“Guess?”

Confronted with Li Weixuan’s question, Fu Qian’s eyebrows twitched, and he returned a mysterious smile.

“Indeed, you have no obligation to tell me.”

Li Weixuan huffed a breath and held out three fingers.

“Whatever it is, it’s all the same. I will finish you within three strikes!”

“Then I shall wait and see.”

Fu Qian’s shoulders twitched and he took a deep breath. The next moment, a snapping sound emanated from his entire body.

His blood surged, his muscles swelled, and his body quickly grew taller.

In a sea of frightened stares, Fu Qian, just as when he faced the Crocodile Monster, transformed once again into a giant.

In this form, his size and strength surged, but the cost was his rationality, which would be bombarded by an insane desire to kill. Over time, this could easily lead to a loss of SAN Points.

But that’s alright. Not to mention that his SAN Points were still in the triple digits, but he had also used up quite a bit in his Mythical Form just now—this little bit wouldn’t matter.

The conversation with Ji Liushuang a moment ago, besides himself, was not understood by anyone, including Ji Liushuang herself.

From the beginning to the end, his target was always that intangible “it.”

While previous probes had all but confirmed its existence, as a conceptual entity, it remained elusive.

That was why he approached Ji Liushuang for a dialogue, as among all individuals comprising the “Swarm,” she was the most special.

Enlightened in the Sword Heart, clear in spiritual perception.

Upon reflection, if “it” wanted to communicate directly with someone, Ji Liushuang would be the most likely link.

So, Fu Qian was attempting to converse with “it.”

As it turned out, when Ji Liushuang’s spirit was provoked and her personal consciousness was weakened to the extreme, “it’s” will indeed manifested more prominently.

Of course, from the only two responses, it could also be seen that observing its “sacrilegious” actions were already unforgivable sins, with no possibility of reconciliation.

But that’s fine. He had never intended to reconcile anyway.

The most valuable aspect of the conversation was not just confirming “it’s” existence, but also “it’s” description of comprehending Sword Intent—no matter how earnestly you entreat, your voice shall be forsaken.

This was almost an admission that the comprehension of Sword Intent was indeed under “its” control.

And that was what Fu Qian wanted to confirm.

…

Having ascertained what I needed to know, let’s try a physical destruction next!

Transformed, Fu Qian, with a smile on his face, now had Li Weixuan locked in his sights.

Unlike the counterfeit that was Old Master Chen Xing, Li Weixuan was a bona fide Demigod!

Theoretically speaking, although there was only a single realm between him and the Fourth Phase, there was a fundamental difference.

So, how to dispatch him was something to think about.

The next moment, Fu Qian slowly raised his right hand, and countless tendrils exploded from his arm, twisting into a ferocious Giant Dragon, thrusting towards Li Weixuan.

His self-created, restriction-level Skill, Biochemical Demon Arm.

In his giant form, the power of this strike was even greater by more than a notch.

Humph!

Facing this terrifying strike, Li Weixuan was not at all afraid. He unleashed fierce Sword Intent, and it collided violently with the other’s attack.

“Very strong, but still a grade below what we just saw, so it seems you have indeed reached your limit, haven’t you?”

After dozens of consecutive roars, Li Weixuan stood proudly, immaculate from head to toe.

“Now face my first strike!”

Before his words fell, Li Weixuan raised his long sword horizontally, as if lifting an entire mountain, and slowly thrust out a strike.

Fu Qian had seen this move before.

When trying to break the barrier in the furnace, he had used it, leaving a deep impression with its power.

And after becoming a Demigod, it must have become even more terrifying.

Alright then!

SAN Points decrease by 1!

In the face of Li Weixuan’s attack, Fu Qian once again activated his Mythical Form.

Boom!

A Biochemical Demon Arm, several times bigger than before, surged out with the boost from the Giant and Mythical Form.

What!

This sudden surge in attack power undoubtedly caught Li Weixuan off guard.

Unable to maintain his leisurely demeanor for a moment, he decisively met the strike with his sword and quickly retreated.

Even with such a swift response, a long gash was torn into his body, and blood scattered.

Even injured, Li Weixuan’s movements didn’t skip a beat, and upon landing, he dashed away, avoiding Fu Qian’s subsequent pursuit.

“How cunning!”

Seizing an opportunity to repel Fu Qian with a sword strike, Li Weixuan steadied himself and looked down at the wound on his waist.

“If this had been before my seclusion, I truly might not have been confident I could beat you. Unfortunately… I am not the same now, for ascending to Demigod has brought more than just a change in strength.”

Li Weixuan revealed a smile.

“If I’m not mistaken, you must have some kind of short-range measure up your sleeve, is that your killer move?”

“On what basis do you assert that?”

Fu Qian’s expression remained unchanged.

“Because I can feel that you seem very eager to engage in close combat,” Li Weixuan said, poised and composed.

“This is the battle intuition that comes with Sword Dao Mastery. Your attack just now was indeed terrifying but not your ultimate reliance.”

“You are indeed formidable, but I am not so rigid. In light of this situation, I have decided to abandon the three-strike limit.”

“From now until your death, don’t even think you can touch me.”

So this Demigod really was tough to kill, able to sense his desire to use the Visceral Critical Strike?

Confronted by the composed Li Weixuan, Fu Qian blinked.

“Let me try.”

As expected of a Demigod, Li Weixuan really did follow through on his recent declaration.

No matter what attack Fu Qian launched, all were repelled by his sword energy, fighting while retreating, firmly suppressing his opponent at a certain distance.

Even activating the Mythical Form only gave Fu Qian a Demigod Level capacity for destruction; facing a Demigod intent on kiting, capturing him quickly was nearly impossible.

At the same time, his defense was a grade below Li Weixuan’s, and even occasional counterattacks from the latter quickly left him with several wounds.

It seemed like he was entering a rhythm of slow death, but Fu Qian showed no intention of giving up, continuing his methodical pursuit.

The sword light wove into a net, and as Li Weixuan forced Fu Qian to increase the distance for the fourth time, the latter raised his left hand, transforming it into several tendrils that lashed out like lightning.

With a snort, sword energy crisscrossed the air.

Li Weixuan maintained the distance while casually shredding several tendrils.

Such harassing attacks, even if they hit, wouldn’t cause much damage… wait a minute!

The next moment, Li Weixuan suddenly sensed something was amiss.

He looked down to see a slender, strange-shaped arm resting on his waist.