In just seven days, Fang Che's cultivation unexpectedly advanced a step, reaching the third grade King level.

Then he discovered that he had fought all thirty-five people several times.

Including Feng Xiangdong and others.

However, there were four people whom Fang Che found more difficult to fight: Feng Xiangdong, Yuzhong Kuang, Xue Wanren, and Dongfang Zhe.

Against these four, Fang Che had to use the moves of the Hen Tian Blade or the Heaven Supporting Sword to win. But the advantage was very slight.

Moreover, they each had reserved techniques they hadn't used.

However, Feng Xiangdong and the others exclaimed that they had seen a demon.

Because their cultivation was all ninth grade King level, yet they were crushed by Fang Che who was only at the third grade King level.

This was simply unbelievable.

But... fighting with Fang Che gave a bizarre sensation: in terms of Spiritual Energy power, their ninth grade King level was stronger, even much stronger, than Fang Che's third grade King level.

It seemed they were completely confident in overpowering him with strength.

However... their proud combat experience and their family's millennia-renowned techniques always felt stifled.

This guy's combat experience was surprisingly richer than theirs?

A seemingly ordinary cut, why did it feel so fierce?

He had all this power, yet when facing Fang Che, he couldn't wield it, and it was frustrating.

And he got beaten up too.

And it felt like Fang Che had more strength to spare.

Truly suffocating.

As for the other twenty-seven people, they were actually happy to be beaten by Fang Che because each beating brought new insights. So they were instead eager.

If one person can't do it, can't two?

Thus began the siege mode.

It must be said that each of these guys was very strong, and their comprehension was extremely high.

During the seven days, those doing the beating tried their best, while those getting beaten gritted their teeth and took it, and regardless if it was cultivation or combat power, they all remarkably improved.

...

That afternoon.

Thirty-six people were in a chaotic melee when suddenly two people walked in from outside the drill ground.

"Assemble!"

"Take a break tonight, depart tomorrow to Qipan Mountain. Though it's a friendship battle, it is also a battle of honor, so ensure you rest well tonight."

"Understood!"

"Set out at Chen hour tomorrow. This time, Ninth lord, Lord Xue, Lord Jian, and others will be going. Along the way, be cautious. Don't chatter or disturb Ninth lord; he's too tired."

"Understood."

"Supervisor, we would like to observe the battle."

"All twenty-seven of you want to go?"

"Yes."

"Allowed. There are many spectators, including young disciples from the Outer World Mountain Sect. Do not start conflicts with others or disgrace our Guardians."

The supervisor said coldly: "Try to avoid conflicts, but if unavoidable, make sure you win!"

"Understood!"

"Hold your ground, then overturn it! Understand?"

"Understood!"

"Now go back and rest!"

"Yes! What is the honorable name of the Supervisor?"

"Yan Xifeng!"

"So it's Lord Yan."

Yan Xifeng left.

The thirty-six people also started to leave, discussing as they went.

"Yan Xifeng, Lord Yan, I remember, was ranked one hundredth on the Cloud Weapon List. Master Zi Mu Huan, right?"

"Yes, Zi Mu Huan Yan Xifeng was once among the top hundred Gatekeepers on the Cloud Weapon List, later fought by the Demon Sect and heavily injured, then disappeared; turned out to be at the headquarters."

"Looking at Lord Yan, he doesn't appear to be severely injured... I guess someone is about to be out of luck."

"Silence. Talk less about matters of big figures. Discuss the past, but don't discuss the future."

"Understood."

The crowd then dispersed.

"See you at Chen hour tomorrow."

"Rest well tonight, think of nothing else, first sort out the gains from these days, and turn them into combat power. Cultivation progress does not rush for this one night, but fully mastering and applying what is already known is the most important."

"See you tomorrow!"

...

Ye Meng sat in the room, somewhat dazed.

Because at headquarters, she received an instruction.

"Stay quietly hidden, do not act rashly."

These ten words seemed to carry deeper meaning.

Because she had always been quietly hidden, now was clearly a reminder for her to be even more patient than before.

Could it be related to Fang Che representing the Guardian Hall in the battle?

On the way, Fang Che had already sent a message to Yin Shen Palace.

"Master, I've successfully qualified for the battle quota. But I'm very confused, why am I to participate here and not in our own side?"

"This is your chance to make a contribution. Our own side can be done anytime, but the opportunity for you to climb within the Guardians is rare. So this time, you must go all out! No matter what, defeat your opponents and perform well!"

"Master, could you please clarify."

"In any case, the better you perform, the more advantages you'll reap. Don't ask anything else."

"Performing well, is it for the significant contribution to the Guardians? Winning against our own people, is that right, Master? Did I not misunderstand?"

"...Correct!"

Yin Shen Palace was already annoyed and responded with three words: "I'm very busy!"

Fang Che hastily asked, "Master, won't you be watching the battle?"

"No!"

"Then I'll report to Master any time as needed."

"Stop reporting, handle your business!!"

Yin Shen Palace was somewhat annoyed.

Damn, this is your chance to shine before the Sect Leader, why cling to me endlessly.

When Fang Che sent another message, Yin Shen Palace played dead and did not reply.

It seemed this time, the Old Demon was really annoyed.

But Fang Che also understood.

It seemed this time, the identity of the Old Demon wasn't even qualified to participate. If so... it's headquarters against headquarters?

But the opposing side's participating list hasn't been announced yet.

Did someone here get the other side's list? Or did the other side get this side's list?

Moreover, Ningxue Sword said he wanted Fang Che to show him the swordsmanship move he realized, but why has there been no action?

"The storm is coming, yet suddenly everything fell silent. It seems, this time the undercurrents are surging, far beyond my estimated intensity."

That night.

Fang Che, to win the martial competition and gain achievements, pestered Ye Meng for dual cultivation.

To increase cultivation.

Ye Meng had just received instructions and was feeling guilty, so in her daze, he succeeded.

And it was over and over, exhausting her greatly.

Fang Che had truly enjoyed himself this time, and actually fell asleep, sleeping soundly.

Ye Meng sighed, resting her head gently on his chest, feeling somewhat worried.

This guy, why does he seem to be getting stronger?

"No wonder in the training at the base, those older sisters and aunts always said being a woman was exhausting... it really is tiring."

As Ye Meng thought about this, she fell into a deep sleep.

...

Morning assembly.

Fang Che went to hand in the Door Opening Jade Token and sincerely expressed his gratitude, asking the guard to pass on his appreciation to Lord Jian.

And left a letter in the room.

Both surface and substantive gestures, as well as accepting and repaying favors, were all done thoroughly.

Together with Ye Meng, he went to assemble with the thirty-six people.

Soon, someone led a Marquis's troop over, and from the Martial Emperor's side, similarly, more than thirty people came.

Altogether over a hundred and twenty people.

Twenty-seven were participants, and over a hundred were spectators.

They formed neat ranks.

Not long after.

The blaze of blades met the sun, Sword Qi shot up to the sky.

The Emotion Cutting Saber and Ningxue Sword flank Dongfang Sansan as they walked out.

Behind them, there were over a hundred people, all top experts.

Fang Che took a glance and saw Dongfang Sansan looked the same as he did in the Illusion Realm last time, but his spirit looked much better than the last time Fang Che saw him.

Feeling relief in his heart.

"Greetings, Ninth lord, Lord Xue, Lord Jian..."

The crowd knelt in unison.

Dongfang Sansan smiled faintly, saying, "Stand up, all of you."

Then softly said, "This friendship battle is unprecedented, and you are all still young with bright futures ahead. Just give it your all, winning or losing shouldn't weigh heavily on your minds."

"We will certainly fight with all our strength, upholding the Guardians' prestige!"

In the crowd, there were the ancestors of various families, all watching these young ones.

In summary, apart from Fang Che, the other participants' martial ancestors, their ancestors of several generations, or whatever relations were all present.

Among everyone, the only one without roots was the chief Fang Che.

A group of old men's eyes scanned the people back and forth.

Clearly, they were all warning: "You brats, don't listen to Ninth lord; he's generous and doesn't want you to carry pressure while young. But I'm warning you, if you really lose and come back, just try it?"

"Disgrace us, the entire continent, disgrace the Guardians, and I'll personally peel your skin off!"

"Is everyone here?"

Dongfang Sansan asked.

"The others have gone ahead."

"Then, let's set off."

Dongfang Sansan smiled slightly, speaking to the participants, "Relax, it's just a sparring session."

Over there, Xue Fuxiao had already brought out a flying boat.

"Set off!"

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