Pillar of Yita

After summoning all the Energy Angels once, Fang Hong finally stopped, pressed his left hand on the Information Crystal on his chest, and recalled them all. Then his speed naturally slowed down; he had been too busy to notice anything earlier, but now he felt a piercing pain coming from his right hand.

Cold sweat broke out on him immediately, but he gritted his teeth, drew the Short Sword from his boot with a backhand pull, then removed a sleeve from his trench coat, and next tied the Short Sword together with its Sword Sheath tightly to his right hand, making a simple splint.

After finishing this simple task, he was drenched in sweat, lifted his head, his face was pale with loss of blood, and he was almost exhausted. However, Fang Hong didn’t say a word, just leaning against the wall, continuing to walk forward, his steps stumbling, one foot deep, one foot shallow, but at least he hadn’t stopped —

Because he didn’t know if the opponent would catch up again, although knowing he might not escape, but the Dragon’s Heart might be just ahead.

As long as he obtained the Dragon’s Heart, even if reviving and leaving this place, he could be at ease.

R never spoke again.

Miya just watched him quietly like this; she probably understood the reason for Fang Hong’s decision in her heart. Both of them were almost of the same temperament, once determined, then wholeheartedly had to do it.

Therefore, from the beginning, she never opposed the other’s opinion — once agreed, then it was to achieve the goal. Such a person as he probably was the reason she appreciated, she always thought he was a real man from the start.

But the two did not speak; the pain almost made Fang Hong faint, but he had to find a way to divert his attention.

He suddenly thought of everything before — the opponent hasn’t caught up until now, something must have happened, right?

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly:

”Teacher...”

But R did not answer.

After Fang Hong said this, he didn’t speak again. He understood R must have heard it, but whether the other would answer was not certain, this was also one of his teacher’s habits. So, he remained silent, just groping forward in the darkness.

After a while, R then spoke:

”No need to be so tense, actually you can rest for a while, he won’t catch up again.”

This was not what Fang Hong wanted to ask.

But the two weren’t teacher and student for just a day, Fang Hong understood this was the other’s answer. Although not directly telling him anything, it actually tacitly confirmed that answer, otherwise why would the other inexplicably not chase again.

Undoubtedly, that Descendant of Flor’s Dragon Knight did not make a mistake.

Then the Holy Sword Void Severer, Sword Saint ’R’, what was that all about? Thinking of this, he slightly froze. Although he had some expectations in his heart, upon confirmation, he still couldn’t help but be a little surprised —

Was this referring to his teacher?

His eyes subconsciously shifted sideways, looking at that avatar marked with ’?’, Could his teacher truly be in the Second World, but he also said he was just a theoretical Master, besides, how could the Second World’s Chosen spend so much time hanging around the community?

Moreover, Sword Saint, wasn’t that the title of the number one Swordsman?

Sword Saint and Ten Kings, both are among the highest accolades for the Chosen; anyone who pushed their swordsmanship to the pinnacle could be called a Sword Saint, but according to an unwritten rule, only one person from each Swordsman school could obtain it.

The sole exception is that the Ten Kings can also be a Sword Saint.

The deepest impression Fang Hong had naturally was of the Swordsman Ten Kings Da Fere, the latter having the Iron Nun’s crown, which was the highest honor and proof for the Rapier School Swordsman, and also the symbol of the upper profession ’Whispering Blade’.

The title when becoming Sword Saint was ’Rose’, and the Weapon was also the Holy Sword ’Rose’.

Then his teacher’s title, naturally, would be ’Broken Sky’?

Holy Sword Void Severer, Broken Void Sword Saint?

What puzzled him was that he had never heard of such a name.

Currently within the top thousand Sword Saints among the Chosen, Fang Hong probably could name three at once, apart from Da Fere, the other two Sword Saints basically came from large schools — Great Swordsman, Dual-Wielding Swordsman from these professions where Chosen population converged, with abundant talents, naturally being at the top.

The exception was Da Fere’s ’Whispering Blade’ being a peculiar profession, but this French guy was a monster, not something to consider by normal theory. And those who earned the title of Sword Saint were mostly not ordinary people, if his teacher truly were a Sword Saint, why hadn’t he heard about it?

Yet after thinking through it, Fang Hong indeed hadn’t heard of a Sword Saint named ’R’.

As for the title ’Broken Sky’, he was even more unfamiliar, in the China Competition Region there was a ’Blade of the Rift’, ranked three thousand four hundred world-wide. But he was a Magic Guided Conductor, what did it have to do with Sword Saints?

He couldn’t help but curiously look at the other.

”Teacher...”

”I said I am Sword Saint ’R’, so what?”

R answered: ”Does this satisfy your vanity? Then as my student, there’s no harm in you using it for a while.”

”No,” Fang Hong shook his head, he had always known how strong his teacher was, about vanity, somewhat he might have some. But now, his concern was not about this: ”Teacher, but I have never heard you mention it—”