Star Sky Professional

Although his entire body seemed to have turned to steel, Armor King's speed was astoundingly fast, just like a gust of breeze, he fluttered in front of Iron Hand in an instant.

The next moment, his right leg swept across with such speed it seemed to vanish.

B-Level Martial Arts—Shadowless Leg!

Seeing this, Fang Xing broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

Because he knew that if Armor King used this move, he absolutely couldn't defend against it.

The other's leg was too fast, too strong... to the point where the whole thigh seemed boneless.

Bang bang!

Facing Armor King's leg technique, which seemed to blend into the wind, Iron Hand only made a very ordinary move—that was blocking!

Raising his mechanical right arm in front of himself.

Crack!

The next moment, like an iron whip striking a shield, a violent metal collision sound thundered through the arena.

The ear-piercing sonic boom made all the spectators feel a sharp pain in their eardrums.

Fang Xing was fully concentrated, watching the two figures constantly change positions on the stage.

Crack!

Countless gusts of wind overflowed, causing slight cracks to appear at the edge of the stage.

"These two Rough Jade Realm Martial Artists, they could be the top among Rough Jade fighters, right? Perhaps they could even challenge some weaker Fourth Realm warriors?"

A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

"I've grown tired of your leg technique."

The next instant, the Mechanical Martial Artist Iron Hand, who seemed to have been on the defensive and pushed to the corner of the stage, revealed a fierce look on his face.

Schick!

Right in the center of his mechanically crafted right arm, a blade suddenly emerged from his palm.

A cold light flashed, landing on Armor King's leg, creating a long trail of sparks!

Armor King immediately leaped away, watching Iron Hand warily.

"There it is, Iron Hand's saber!"

The announcer shouted excitedly.

"Is this fighting match even serious? One side can directly reveal a blade? That's too unfair, right?"

Huang Mao Hao Chi swung the betting ticket in his hand, his eyes reddening somewhat.

He had placed a heavy bet on Armor King!

"Idiot... Armor King is a Superpower User, with Steel Skin underneath, his whole body is considered a weapon, should that be banned from the match?"

A woman in a white-collar outfit sneered, "There's no such thing as absolute fairness in the world..."

Hao Chi was somewhat at a loss, but glancing at the betting ticket in her hand, he immediately got upset, "You, who bet on Iron Hand, less talk from you..."

Inside the fighting cage.

Iron Hand raised his right arm blade: "Kill!"

In an instant, Fang Xing saw a flash of blade light!

This blade light was biting cold, pure... and even carried an indescribable realm!

Even if it was just a simulated realm, it was still enough to shock every spectator!

"Is this the Ghost God Saber's 'With one blade in hand, no ghosts or gods remain'?"

Fang Xing's eyes lit up.

He had come to watch the Blood Cage Fighting Arena for this, hadn't he?

"Indeed... it's not just about killing... If I had to say, it's more similar to 'confidence,' but includes killing..."

Silently feeling this realm, Fang Xing's understanding of 'Ghost God Saber' suddenly developed some new ideas.

"Indeed, Martial Arts still requires a good teacher. If a master of Ghost God Saber were to demonstrate personally, the effect would definitely be better than this..."

Although he had sensed a realm during the fight, Fang Xing knew that it was still not sufficient to get a grasp on it!

At this time, his gaze was captured by this brilliant yet frenzied saber light.

Merely as a spectator being overwhelmed by it, how must Armor King, facing the blade light head-on, feel?

The next moment, Fang Xing saw it.

In the middle of the saber light, Armor King was sneering, "I've long known, Iron Hand, that your killing move is the Ghost God Saber... but unfortunately for you, my superpower just evolved to the Second Rank. I can withstand it... but can you withstand my 'Heavenly Destruction Leg'?"

Almost at the same time as he spoke, Armor King's skin, originally steel-colored, underwent another transformation!

Underneath his skin, diamond-shaped scales emerged, looking like an armor made of scales, with incomparable defensive power.

Not only that, Armor King himself, like a venomous dragon, soared through the saber light, his legs striking down like fangs of the venomous dragon, crazily descending.

A realm not inferior to that of Ghost God Saber appeared, carrying a desolate vibe that swept across the stage!

A-Level Martial Arts—Heavenly Destruction Leg!

"Not good, Iron Hand is going to lose!"

The previously speaking white-collar woman wailed, angrily tearing up her betting ticket.

"Haha... Go Armor King!"

Huang Mao Hao Chi, upon seeing this scene, burst out in excited cheers.

Then...

Fang Xing saw a saber light.

This saber light wasn't particularly dazzling, but it was pure, cutting through the countless leg shadows, striking heavily onto Armor King's chest.

"Impossible!"

Armor King roared, as the black iron scales on his body seem to actively converge towards his chest, transforming into one Heart Guard Mirror after another.

But it was useless!

No matter how many iron armor scales there were, in the end, they were all cleaved apart by that one saber light.

The blade was icy cold, slicing open flesh and allowing blood to flow, leaving a deep, bone-deep wound across Armor King's chest.

"The way of the blade is to be unstoppable!" Iron Hand stood over the fallen Armor King with a resolute expression, speaking indifferently.

"Ah ah ah!" The audience screamed as if they were insane, and that female office worker nearly had a breakdown: "Iron Hand, you jackass... Although you won, I already tore up my betting slip!"

Hao Chi, with his yellow hair, felt a sudden sense of relief upon hearing this and found the female office worker much more pleasing to the eye. He advanced, wanting to say more, but the female office worker seized his head and kissed him fiercely...

'Well, this environment is indeed suitable for venting...' Fang Xing felt the surroundings growing increasingly frenzied, to the point where some patrons were brazenly groping the bunny girls next to them.

He glanced at the arena and saw people carrying Armor King away, with doctors attending to him. 'Clearly, high-level fighters like these are not intentionally harmed by the fighting arena, they won't just hand over life-and-death power to the patrons... At the very least, that's reserved for truly 'prestigious guests'...'

Fang Xing looked at all this and suddenly lost interest, leaving the fighting arena and preparing to catch the bus.

He wasn't powerful enough to leave the black market on his own at night! "Did the guest enjoy himself?" Suddenly, a voice came from beside him.

Fang Xing turned his head and saw 'Meat Bun' Zhang Jiarui, still dressed as a bunny girl, with deep purple eyes. "What's the matter? Aren't you serving the patrons?" He gestured towards the bustling fighting arena.

"This is also serving the patrons..." Zhang Jiarui licked her lips, her tongue short and rosy, somehow seductive. "Erm, no thanks," Fang Xing waved his hand away, planning not to leave the bus until he reached his destination.

"That's a real shame. I hope Iron Hand's performance tonight satisfied the guest." Zhang Jiarui stepped down from the bus and headed towards the fighting arena.

Fang Xing watched her receding figure, his eyes suddenly sharpening. A black-suited security guard welcomed Zhang Jiarui into the fighting arena, even bowing slightly, showing great respect. That guard seemed to be the customer manager responsible for escorting the vehicles earlier!

Realizing he had been noticed, Zhang Jiarui turned her head and glanced back at him, revealing a mischievous smile. 'It seems this Meat Bun has a complex background... She even plays the welcoming hostess... Is she doing the whole 'pretend weak to bait the enemy' trick?'

Fang Xing shut his eyes, not dwelling on it. After all, it was clear the Blood Cage Fighting Arena had strong backing, best to avoid provoking them.

It was just tonight that he finally witnessed the 'Ghost God Saber's Simulation Realm, which he needed to grasp well. "A-grade Martial Arts, through meditation and hypnosis... enable an ordinary Third Realm Martial Artist to simulate a hint of the Realm's might ahead of time!"

"A blade in hand, leaves no Ghost God behind, huh?" "First meditate, then hypnotize oneself, approaching this kind of Realm... When you can slightly simulate its embryonic form, you should be at the entrance to the Ghost God Saber; after that, you can consider phases like Slaying Ghost, Slaying God, and Fighting Ghosts and Gods..."

"I haven't had the guidance of an excellent teacher with both oral and practical instruction, so I'll have to observe and explore on my own. Without knowing Demon Blade, it will be very difficult in the beginning..." Fang Xing inwardly sighed.

While he pondered the meditation method for the 'Ghost God Saber', the bus gradually filled with passengers, all customers from the fighting arena. Once the fight was over, they would be taken back to the station they came from, then go their separate ways and continue being office drones the next day.

Fang Xing looked around and noticed many were missing. Clearly, tonight's fight had ignited their passions, and they wanted to play more in the black market. After all, the entertainment here was unimaginably thrilling.

'Wonder how many will make it till tomorrow?' Fang Xing glanced once and thought no more, looking out the window instead.

Boom! Before long, the bus engine started, and the bus slowly left the place.

...

Qinglin Square. Shack No. 57, T-junction. Basement.

Fang Xing sat cross-legged with his hands forming a strange seal. According to the theory of meditation, all ten fingers are keys to opening the mind, so different hand seals often have different effects. This sealing was conducive to meditation.

"Void of thought, void of technique..." Gradually, Fang Xing's thoughts deepened, and his mind became clear and bright.

Then, he began to visualize the slash he had seen from 'Iron Hand'! A blade in hand, leaves no Ghost God behind!

Drip-drop! In an instant, his calm 'Heart Lake' surged with waves, the originally clear waters turned pitch black in an instant, and countless random thoughts swarmed out!

"No, this won't do..." Fang Xing opened his eyes, one of which was bloodshot. He forcefully calmed his emotions, shaking his head: "Without mastering the 'Demon Blade' to control my Demon Nature, I'm swarmed with inner demons at the first barrier, there's no way to overcome it..."

He glanced at the attribute panel and saw it was business as usual, with no new attributes added, which made Fang Xing feel helpless. If even the attribute bar didn't show progress and light up the health bar, there really was no way to grind it out...