Fantasy: One Effort, Ten Thousand Times Critical Hit Harvest! - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Such a Niche Script

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A blood-red cut appeared across Feng Qinghe’s chest.

It wasn’t deep,

but it wasn’t shallow either.

In an instant, blood flowed out in a steady stream.

Feng Qinghe’s reflexes were quick enough, and he immediately leapt backward.

Otherwise, this cut would have certainly caused serious injury!

Drip, drip, drip!

Blood droplets fell, crisp and melodious.

This made the surroundings fall into silence.

“Did I see that correctly? Was that physical qi?”

Someone gasped.

As Feng Qinghe seized the opportunity and moved in closer, everyone thought the outcome was already decided.

Who would have thought that the outer academy disciple actually had a trump card, with a physical body so strong that it manifested qi, directly blocking Feng Qinghe’s attack.

He retaliated with a slash,

injuring Feng Qinghe.

“Fantastic!”

Given the lack of a definitive stance, the onlookers naturally hoped for more twists in the battle.

Otherwise, if everything were predetermined, it would be too boring.

“I remember you need to at least cultivate a middle-grade Xuan-level body refinement technique to the minor achievement stage to possibly generate physical qi,”

someone commented.

“Indeed, I never expected this mere outer academy disciple not only mastered a perfect mid-tier sword technique but also practiced a mid-tier body refinement technique!”

“This is truly astonishing!”

The crowd was in shock.

A person’s energy is limited, especially at lower realms, where it’s impossible to cultivate too many martial arts.

A mid-grade Xuan-level technique is already the limit; let alone two.

Unless the individual has exceptionally outstanding talent.

But such people are exceedingly rare!

“Humph, I’ve said it would amaze you all!”

Cheng Qingman crossed her arms.

Jiang Hai and Lin Rufeng also raised their heads slightly, feeling proud.

The three of them were well aware of Luo Mu’s situation; during the incident at the stronghold, Elder Lin had revealed some information.

However, at that time, the demonic cultivator couldn’t force Luo Mu to show all his strength.

So, the three of them didn’t have a very intuitive sense of it.

They couldn’t accurately gauge his abilities.

But now, it was clear that Junior Brother Luo’s strength was no less than Feng Qinghe’s, placing him on the same level!

Even if he couldn’t win, he would definitely not lose!

“Indeed.”

In the tavern, the Ninth Prince couldn’t help but lightly clap and nod slightly.

An outer academy disciple actually mastered two middle-grade Xuan-level martial arts, one at perfection and the other at minor achievement; this was truly unexpected.

“Yuan family head, this young man is even more exceptional than your son,”

the head of the Wang family remarked.

Upon hearing this,

the head of the Yuan family opened his mouth to respond but couldn’t find the words.

This was a tangible, undeniable gap that was impossible to refute.

“I didn’t expect you to have such a powerful physical body!”

Feng Qinghe glanced at the wound on his chest.

His eyes twitched, and a cold light flickered within.

How long has it been?!

He had almost forgotten the last time he was injured!

If it were by someone at a higher realm, it would be understandable, but the person before him was merely at the fifth level of the True Qi Realm.

“Your reflexes are quite good.”

Luo Mu observed the dripping blade’s tip; had it been anyone else, they would have been split in half by now.

Yet Feng Qinghe managed to narrowly evade.

It could only be said that he truly deserved his status as a top contender on the Potential Dragon Rankings.

He was the real deal, with no exaggeration.

“It seems I truly underestimated you. If our realms were equal, I wouldn’t have absolute confidence in victory, but right now, the one who will win is still me!”

Feng Qinghe tapped his chest a few times, forcing the bleeding to stop and staving off the impending lethargy.

His expression had become serious.

After all, his cultivation was somewhat higher; his abundant energy and blood were sufficient to sustain a prolonged battle.

When his opponent’s energy was exhausted,

that would be his opportunity!

Though this approach wasn’t particularly glorious, he had no other choice at the moment.

“You’re quite confident,”

Luo Mu shook his head slightly. “Well, the testing is about done; it’s time to end this.”

Having finally encountered a skilled opponent,

Luo Mu naturally wouldn’t finish too quickly.

He needed to test a few things, such as the power of his sword technique and the limits of his qi.

The likes of the Demonic Cult and its minions were simply too weak to qualify for testing.

Only talents like Feng Qinghe could suffice.

“Testing?”

Feng Qinghe was taken aback.

His expression then darkened.

What he meant was that he was being treated like a… sharpening stone?!

“This kid is far too arrogant to think of Feng Qinghe as a sharpening stone! Currently, it seems Feng Qinghe still holds the advantage,”

the onlookers couldn’t help but cast side glances.

Feng Qinghe was indeed injured, but that was only due to carelessness; he was unaware that Luo Mu possessed such a powerful physical body.

Now that he was serious, he could still win with his cultivation advantage.

Even if he couldn’t win, the outcome would likely end in a draw.

“Then let me see what other trump cards you have!”

Feng Qinghe seethed with rage, transforming into several afterimages as he charged toward Luo Mu.

His speed was incredibly fast, almost impossible to capture.

Luo Mu took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened them again—

Boom!

A domineering and unparalleled aura suddenly erupted from his body, enveloping the entire square!

Everyone felt as though a mountain was weighing down on them.

Their shoulders suddenly felt heavy, and their steps became difficult; breathing became somewhat labored.

Feng Qinghe, on the other hand, came to a sudden halt.

He felt as if he were stuck in a quagmire, coming to a complete stop.

“How… is this possible?!”

Feng Qinghe was stunned, and his pupils dilated, filled with deep disbelief and even horror!

As a major sect disciple, how could he not understand the source of this terrifying aura?!

“Sword Intent!”

“You actually comprehended Sword Intent!”

Feng Qinghe exclaimed in shock.

His face turned pale.

This was the mysterious power that all martial artists dreamed of obtaining.

After cultivating for so long, he hadn’t just failed to comprehend it; he hadn’t even brushed the edges of it!

Yet the person before him had actually grasped Sword Intent!

For a moment, Feng Qinghe was stunned, his mind going blank!

Whoosh!

In the tavern, the Ninth Prince rushed to the railing.

Shock flickered in his light golden eyes.

Sword Intent!

It was actually Sword Intent!

If it were a Spirit Sea Realm martial artist, he might understand it because reaching that level would elevate their comprehension of martial arts.

For a prodigy, grasping the great momentum of martial arts wasn’t exceptionally difficult.

But comprehending it at the True Qi Realm was truly rare.

Even among the top-ranking disciples in the academy, it was extremely limited.

At first, he thought it was an ancient legacy, but upon closer inspection, there were no signs of powerful bloodlines.

This was entirely the ability of an ‘ordinary person.’

“I didn’t expect such a prodigy to exist among the Seven Counties of Changle!”

A joyful smile appeared on the Ninth Prince’s handsome face.

His hands involuntarily gripped the railing tightly.

Sword Intent!

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into an uproar.

One after another, they gasped.

It was beyond belief.

Who knew what they had just witnessed!

It was the rumored Sword Intent!

The outer academy disciple named Luo Mu possessed Sword Intent!

“My heavens, is this really an outer academy disciple? He’s simply an inner academy prodigy!”

Someone murmured.

In the eyes of the public, only prodigies from the inner academy could possibly comprehend the great momentum of martial arts.

“No, perhaps he should be called the prodigy among prodigies!”

After all, the person before them was only at the fifth level of the True Qi Realm and hadn’t even set foot in the Spirit Sea Realm!

This completely refreshed their understanding!

Cheng Qingman and the others were also thoroughly stunned.

They gaped in astonishment.

Sword Intent?

Are you kidding me?

When did Junior Brother Luo comprehend Sword Intent?

Wasn’t he at perfection level just six days ago?

The profundity of middle-grade Xuan-level martial arts was vast and profound.

After reaching perfection, maintaining high-intensity practice could indeed help a martial artist comprehend the great momentum of martial arts.

But that was merely a small help.

The most crucial factor was still the martial artist themselves.

“Junior Brother Luo… are you even human?”

Lin Rufeng swallowed hard and said with difficulty.

To comprehend Sword Intent in six days was truly a niche phenomenon.

Every character was familiar, but combined, it was filled with strangeness.

“Compared to Junior Brother Luo, perhaps we should call ourselves the outer academy disciples.”

Jiang Hai came back to his senses, feeling a bit bitter.

Inner academy disciples had always been proud, but at this moment, their pride was entirely swept away, leaving not a trace behind.