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Chapter 57 Cultivation in Peril (Please Favorite)

Chapter 57: Chapter 57 Cultivation in Peril (Please Favorite)

"Martial Artist?"

Merely lost in thought for a moment, two brothers had died.

Da Hu was greatly alarmed and looked at the newcomer.

He saw a handsome young man in a silver shirt, holding a sword, standing nonchalantly beside the bodies of the three brothers, smiling at Ding Bushan and his grandson.

"Hong Xiu, long time no see!"

Fang Xing greeted.

"You... who are you?"

Hong Xiu felt this person seemed familiar, as if she had seen him long ago.

If it had been Fang Xing’s normal appearance, she definitely could have recognized him.

But this time, just before taking action, Fang Xing had chosen to disguise himself, taking on the appearance he had had when he had first entered Qinglin Square.

Naturally, this was for safety!

After all, his later appearance was linked with Chen Yi’s death, and he had brazenly killed someone in the square, so he might have already been wanted by the Qingxuan Sect!

"Back then, we once shared a stall together!"

Fang Xing reminded with a smile.

"It’s you!?" Hong Xiu’s face suddenly flashed with joy.

Meanwhile, Ding Bushan felt both the relief of surviving a calamity and a hint of shame.

Initially, he had looked down upon him, comparing him to that handsome young man afterwards, but during the moment of crisis, it was still that person who extended help.

Ding Bushan his gaze turned to the bodies of the second and third brothers, his expression again becoming solemn.

Although the Second Tiger was gone, the Big Tiger was still the most difficult to deal with!

"There’s such a formidable Martial Artist in the square?"

Da Hu looked at Fang Xing, his expression becoming extremely grave, "You killed my two sworn brothers, forcing me to find two more. How do you plan to compensate me?"

Though this Martial Artist was skillful, Da Hu was not much afraid.

After all, he was a Body Refining Cultivator with an incredibly robust physique, already having reached the realm where he feared no ordinary low-grade Magic Artifacts!

As a subgroup among Cultivators, Body Refining Cultivators were actually quite niche.

Like others, they needed a Spirit Root to begin but focused primarily on refining their bodies with spiritual energy, not Mana!

Da Hu had reached the level where he could contend with Late Stage Qi Cultivation cultivators, which was rare in the square.

Of course, reaching such a realm didn’t mean his body could ignore top-grade Magic Artifacts.

If he could use his bare hands to withstand top-grade artifacts, that would nearly make him invincible among those in the Qi Cultivation Stage!

In reality, being able to withstand low-grade Magic Artifacts with bare hands was already commendable.

To refine his body to the point where it could resist Magic Artifacts would require at least a Second Rank Body Refining level comparable to Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators.

Even so, facing the spiritual weapon attacks of Foundation Establishment cultivators, Second Rank Body Refinement had to be cautious.

According to Da Hu’s current strength, he could generally ignore low-grade Magic Artifacts and needed to be a little cautious with mid-grade ones used by Mid-Stage Qi Cultivators to avoid being hit in vital areas.

If faced with a high-grade Magic Artifact wielded by a Late Stage Qi Cultivator, then he dared not withstand it directly.

Of course, any ordinary Late Stage Qi Cultivator would definitely die immediately from an attack by a top-grade Magic Artifact without defense, but he could last a few moments longer.

Additionally, combining some Body Refinement techniques, if he fought an ordinary Late Stage Qi Cultivator, it was very likely he could emerge victorious.

Now he was just facing a Martial Artist. Although the opponent seemed formidable, Da Hu still believed in himself.

In the Late Stage of Qi Cultivation facing a Martial Artist was like being invincible!

Moreover, he was stronger than the average Late Stage Qi Cultivator, being a Body Refining Cultivator; even a Demonic Magic Artifact with power akin to a low-grade could be ignored!

Ding Bushan obviously noticed this as well and quickly warned, "Be careful, friend, among the Black Extreme Three Tigers, the Big Tiger is the strongest; his body fears no low-grade Magic Artifacts!"

"Heh, is it not a bit late to be saying this now?"

Da Hu looked at Fang Xing, "You have good strength, adept at ambushing Cultivators. How about becoming my second brother? Since those two wastes are dead, I still have to find replacements... If you agree, I might spare these two today as well!"

"Become a highway robber? Impossible..."

Fang Xing shook his head in refusal, as he was here to gain actual combat experience, not to rob.

"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit... thinking a mere Martial Artist, mastering a few spirit secret techniques, can lay hands on a Cultivator..."

Da Hu sneered evilly, his body overflowing with dark energy.

This was the Body Refining Technique he cultivated—Five-Tiger Body Refining Technique, which required killing a Demon Tiger to extract its Essence Blood and soul, refining it into oneself.

When driven to the limit, it could even form a ’Tiger Essence’ that protected the body, dispelling all evils and providing defense against mental attacks!

Roar, roar!

The dark energy gathered, faintly forming around a black tiger surrounding his body, causing it to swell and a pitch-black ’king’ rune to appear on his head.

Moreover, Da Hu took out a ’Calming Talisman,’ directly affixing it to his own body.

As a Body Cultivation practitioner, he of course possessed Mana, and thus could use all the items of a Cultivator without issue.

Although he claimed not to fear, Da Hu was actually somewhat apprehensive of the technique Fang Xing had used earlier that had momentarily stunned him.

After fully activating his cultivation technique, he also employed a talisman to protect his mind.

By then, he was confident that even if a Perfect Qi Cultivation Cultivator attacked him with a special Magic Artifact targeting his Spiritual Sense, he would not be afraid!

"Are you ready?"

Fang Xing’s silver robe fluttered, and the sword in his hand suddenly thundered!

In the blink of an eye, Ding Bushan and Hong Xiu were plunged into a dazed state again.

But Da Hu was only momentarily stunned, and his eyes quickly refocused.

"Roar!"

The black tiger-like energy enveloping him let out a bellow and took the initiative to attack.

The two pitch-black mana hands surrounded Fang Xing from both front and back.

"Is the spiritual influence of the Extreme Emotion Sword and the Ghost God Saber no longer significant on him?"

Fang Xing, however, remained calm, his sword and saber intersecting in his hands, combining the sharpness of Unbreakable with One Sword Breaks Magic harmoniously to slice through the two gigantic mana hands, shredding them to pieces.

"It’s as I thought... A-grade martial arts primarily protect one’s own spirit, combined with my incomplete mastery... It’s hardly surprising it has little effect on cultivators of this level, isn’t it?"

"The roar of the tiger from this cultivator ought to have an effect like shaking the soul, and the fact it didn’t affect me is clear proof!"

After shattering the two mana hands, he dashed forward, snaking through like a dragon among clouds, and had already charged within seven feet of the huge tiger!

For martial artists, within three steps, everyone is an enemy nation!

Seven feet, for the current Fang Xing, was practically instantaneous!

The next moment, both sword and saber chimed!

Sword light and saber radiance burst forth, spiraling together into a dragon and tiger dual strike, slicing through the black tiger-shaped aura.

The tiger essence in the void whimpered once, then dissipated directly.

Sshhh!

The sword and saber crossed paths, leaving behind white marks on the muscular arms of the huge tiger.

The huge tiger sneered, his large hand opened and grabbed the tip of the sword!

Fang Xing frowned, his Mo Wen Sword already at the tiger’s throat, showing a trace of blood.

Crack!

He drifted back like a white cloud, looking at his hands.

The Mo Wen Sword was unscathed, the blade still stained with a trace of blood.

And that generic hundred-refine steel saber, casually bought from the market, had already broken into two pieces!

"To be able to injure me with a low-grade magic artifact, you should be proud!"

The huge tiger wiped the blood from his neck, tossed the saber tip into his mouth, and chewed it like it was a bean.

Chewing metal!

Such an act, if seen by the common folk in the martial world, would make them doubt their eyes, thinking they had witnessed a martial arts myth!

After testing Fang Xing’s swordsmanship, the huge tiger’s sneer grew even wider.

He had ascertained that although this martial artist was not bad, he posed no life-threatening danger to him.

Especially for a body refining practitioner, if enemies find it hard to penetrate their defense, it’s a proof of advantage!

"You had your chance earlier, but you didn’t take it; now go to die!"

The huge tiger put on a pair of magic artifact-grade gauntlets, suitable for body refining martial artists, also not cheap in the market.

He roared, his form transforming into a massive black tiger, charging at Fang Xing!

Fang Xing sighed, discarded the steel saber in his hand, while his Mo Wen Sword turned into a torrential downpour.

The Extreme Emotion Sword, inherently one of the most intricate sword moves, was even more agile in his hands.

The two figures crisscrossed several times, the blade and gauntlets never once collided, frustrating the huge tiger nearly to the point of spitting blood.

"So you martial artists only know how to dodge?"

He roared, pulling a black flag from his bosom.

This flag was pitch black, but it had a snow-white skull embroidered on it, vividly detailed, its ghostly white eye sockets seeming to emit ghostly flames...

"A demonic magic artifact?"

Ding Bushan, who was watching from the sideline, seeing this, already felt like grabbing Ding Hongxiu and fleeing for their lives.

"Really can’t accept defeat, huh... well then..."

Fang Xing glanced at his attribute bar:

[Extreme Emotion Sword: 96/100 (Beginner)]

"I was originally just using you to practice my swordsmanship, gaining a bit of proficiency is not bad..."

He then produced a silver firearm, aiming it at the huge tiger’s head.

Sss!

A streak of silver-white laser flashed by, and the headless corpse of the huge tiger fell to the ground.

"No matter how high your cultivation, a single shot still takes you down!"

Fang Xing blew on the gun barrel, stowed away the laser gun, and looked towards Ding Bushan and his granddaughter.

"What a formidable magic artifact!"

Ding Bushan’s pupils contracted: ’This power is no less than that of Heavenly Thunder, yet without a hint of mana fluctuation... the big tiger’s death was indeed undisputed!’

In practical combat, any magic artifact would exhibit mana fluctuations. Cultivators, with their keen senses, might not dodge a laser, but they could avoid the barrel of a gun!

After all, even the best laser gun needs someone to operate it.

If it were a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, their Divine Sense could easily lock onto the current Fang Xing and avoid the barrel before he could even shoot!

But the leader of the three Black Tigers was clearly careless or perhaps too confident in his own physique, resulting in his decapitation by a single shot, leaving him dead beyond doubt.

Ding Bushan, anxious, with his granddaughter, bowed deeply: "The old man and his granddaughter are deeply grateful for the fellow Daoist’s lifesaving grace!"

"Mm, I was merely lending a hand along the way..."

Fang Xing had come out precisely to find a cultivator to inquire about the market situation and incidentally practice real combat.

Since he encountered acquaintances, he naturally didn’t mind giving them a hand.

"By the way, I’ve been out cultivating; how is Qinglin Square these days?"

He looked at Ding Bushan, eyes keen.

"Qinglin Square... has become chaotic recently, with the advent of that secret realm. With the Qingxuan Sect’s law enforcement team weakened, there are quite a few more bandit cultivators... alas..."

Ding Bushan’s face was bitter, as a legitimate spiritual farmer, he highly disdained those technologically unsophisticated bandit cultivators.

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