Carefree Path of Dreams

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Who is this?”

The surroundings went quiet for a moment before erupting into noise again.

Numerous martial artists looked at Wang Tianming as though he was an idiot.

After all, Fang Xu was well-known for being a Connate perfection expert and thirteenth on the Martial Roll! He was definitely first on the Hidden Dragon Roll!

How ignorant would one have to be to issue a challenge like that?

Even though his kick that shoved his opponent off the arena was quite stunning, he was still quite a distance away from the heaven’s chosen.

The Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the Autumn Leaf Divine Monk exchanged anxious glances and slowly shook their heads.

After a moment, many gazes landed on Fang Yuan.

Would he, thirteenth on the Martial Roll, accept the challenge?

A white shadow flashed, and Fang Yuan arrived on the arena, his expression indifferent. “If that’s what you want, come die!”

“A life-and-death battle?”

The Divine Monk’s expression turned compassionate as he pressed his palms together. “Two benefactors, please do not injure life!”

“Good! A life-and-death battle!”

Wang Tianming clasped both hands behind his back, feeling the sparks of battle light up within him.

“Amitabha. If one thinks of taking revenge, it’ll cause backlash!” The Divine Monk shook his head and sighed. Helpless, he looked at the Heavenly Sword Sect Master, seeming to have other thoughts in mind.

On the arena.

“I, Wang Tianming, have waited for this day for three entire years!”

Even though Wang Tianming sounded agitated, his martial arts stance was impressive and as immovable as a mountain. This was his instinct after years of constant hard training.

“Is that so…”

This three-year agreement with the Son of the World is also amusing, Fang Yuan thought. “Let’s see how you’ll surprise me! Infinity Ice Palm!”

He swung his palm out, and icicles formed. The temperature around him abruptly dropped.

“Ha, Seven Slaughter Tiger Fist!”

Wang Tianming swung his fist, and the wind howled, sounding like a tiger was truly roaring.

Bang!

Fist and palm intersected, and both their bodies swayed a little.

Fang Yuan stood still and slowly said, “Oh? Seven Slaughter Fist Intent? The Drunken Daoist?”

“This is…”

Above the arena, the Heavenly Sword Sect Master’s eyes brightened. “Is that the Drunken Daoist’s Seven Slaughter Tiger Fist?”

“Being able to fight against Young Master Fang Xu’s Infinity Ice Palm means that he must have comprehended the Fist Intent. Is this boy called Wang Tianming? Actually comprehending the intent and being equally matched with Fang Xu, he’s also at the Connate perfection realm!” The Inferno Slayer stroked his beard thoughtfully. “I owed Drunken Daoist a favor once. I can’t see his successor die here.”

“Perfection stage!”

“He’s so young, but he’s not any weaker than Fang Xu!”

…

After the first exchange, the martial artists began cheering.

If someone trained in seclusion, nobody would care. But once they made a move, the entire world would know!

Regardless of the outcome of this battle, Wang Tianming’s name would surely spread!

Even so, his face did not reveal the slightest joy. Instead, he focused on his enemy. “So? Fang Xu, are you regretting giving me three years? In a mere three years, I’ve caught up to you, and soon, I will leave you far behind!”

He currently was full of the thrill of revenge.

After his thoughts aligned, even his martial arts seemed to go a step further!

“You’re overconfident!”

Fang Yuan restrained his strength, maintaining it at the perfection stage and reducing his intent to micro integration, and attacked. “Sheer Cold Divine Palm!”

“Ha! Seven Slaughter Fist Intent, Drunken Fist Fist Intent, Seven Slaughter Drunken Fist!”

Wang Tianming instantly hypnotized himself. His face flushed, and he seemed drunk yet not drunk. When he punched, his power increased by more than two times.

“Drunken Fist?”

This world also had martial arts like the Drunken Fist. Not only did it completely lack set moves, but the key lay in its ability to increase strength through drugs or hypnosis, comparable to people with innate divine strength.

With his foundations and exquisite martial arts, his attack power increased exponentially.

“This is…”

Above the arena, the Heavenly Sword Sect Master’s and the others’ eyes sparkled. “He’s so young, but he has comprehended two intents. Furthermore, he’s managed to combine them into a single attack. Genius! He’s an unparalleled genius!”

Bang!

Fist and palm intersected again, but this time, Wang Tianming remained motionless while Fang Yuan moved back a single step.

“Haha!” Wang Tianming raised his head and laughed at the sky. “Fang Xu, today, I will return all the shame that you have given me, ten times, a hundred times more!”

He seemed like a drunk tiger as he dashed about fiercely. Each and every move carried boundless force, forcing Fang Yuan to dodge continuously.

The onlookers remained silent watching this.

“Drizzle Sword Fang Xu is going to lose? To an unknown newcomer?”

“This newcomer is quite fierce. Didn’t you hear the Heavenly Sword Sect Master? He’s at Connate perfection and has combined two intents. He’s a genius!”

“Oh no. Fang Xu is going to lose!”

…

On the arena, Fang Yuan continued to dodge. No matter how Wang Tianming attacked, after fifteen minutes, Fang Yuan was still standing tall as before. In fact, he did not even touch a corner of his clothes.

“Eh?” Above the arena, the Divine Monk held the prayer beads on his wrist. “Something seems wrong!”

“Huff…” Wang Tianming abruptly halted, recovering from his drunken state.

“What? He’s over-consumed his strength?”

Fang Yuan’s figure turned into a breeze, drifting constantly and gliding with the wind.

Wang Tianming was gasping for air as he asked, “W-what movement technique is this?”

“An item that is highly sought after but not easily found. This is my Illusionary Movement!” Fang Yuan randomly made up a name. “Did you think you were the only one making progress?”

With that said, his figure was like an illusion or a dream as he dashed forward.

“Seven Slaughter Drunken Tiger!”

Wang Tianming punched out, but Fang Yuan’s figure drifted like a piece of paper, not suffering a scratch. Instead, he slammed straight into him, pushing his palm against his chest.

Poof!

Wang Tianming immediately stumbled backward and knelt at the edge of the arena. His face was blue, and his lips were purple. A layer of ice was covering his face, causing him to shiver continuously, and he could not say another word.

“Tianming!!!”

Below the arena, Ling Xian’er’s eyes were about to pop out, her voice hoarse from crying.

Fang Yuan’s expression was indifferent. He stepped forward and lifted his palm.

“Wait!”

“Amitabha!”

The Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the Divine Monk spoke simultaneously. “Have mercy!”

“Haha…” Fang Yuan stood with his hands behind his back and glanced coldly. “Where were you when I was in the same situation? You are being far too biased!”

Swoosh!

With a flash, the Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the Divine Monk appeared on the arena. They both had solemn looks and appeared faintly vigilant.

“Oh? It seems like you are very prejudiced against me. Did you prepare this arena for me? If this foolish boy hadn’t come up, would you have sent someone else to probe me?” Fang Yuan asked with a sneer.

“Amitabha. This humble monk has a matter he wishes to ask!” The Divine Monk pressed his palms together, his eyes glaring like a Varja. “Three years ago, on March 3rd, 19th, and April 1st, where were you? And are there witnesses?”

“What?” When they heard this, Wang Tianming and Ling Xian’er cried out in alarm, their expressions changing.

Because their memories of those days remained fresh. “Master, do you mean… the Everchanging Demon Lord?!”

“That’s right. After rigorous investigation, the Everchanging Demon Lord’s true identity is most likely this Noble Mountain Sect’s Young Master, Drizzle Sword Fang Xu!” The Divine Monk pressed his palms together. “And when you revealed your movement technique just now, someone recognized it!”

“Someone recognized it? The Unparalleled Demon Emperor?” Fang Yuan smiled. “I can’t believe I’m so lucky. In order to deal with me, the righteous and demon paths actually joined hands!”

Saying this was tantamount to acknowledging it. The Pugilistic World’s crowd broke into discussion. “What? Fang Xu is the Everchanging Demon Lord?”

“This man is vicious and dangerous!”

“I want revenge for my father!”

“It turns out my enemy is here!”

Thousands of people pointed at him incriminatingly.

An immense amount of pressure landed on Fang Yuan. But to him, this was nothing more than a tiny breeze.

“Amitabha. I was only thirty percent sure, so I had asked the Heavenly Sword Sect Master to test you. I never thought that you would admit it yourself!” The Divine Monk was surprised.

“Haha… because I have nothing to worry about!”

Before his departure, Fang Yuan had arranged for Fang Tianhan and Jiang Xinlan to head far away. Furthermore, with his help, Fang Tianhan had cultivated his intent to psychological integration within these three years. He was already a God-tier martial artist and could go anywhere in the world.

In this way, he was worry-free and could go all out.

“Unparalleled Demon Emperor, aren’t you going to appear?” Fang Yuan looked in a direction.

Rumble!

A hidden door exploded opened, and the Unparalleled Demon Emperor led an entourage of Demon Sect experts forward. His charm was the same as before. “Everchanging Demon Lord… when you defeated me, it has always been a shame in my heart. Today, we will fight again!”

“Great. With you here, all the God-tier martial artists in the Pugilistic World are here!” Fang Yuan nodded. “Nice plan!”

Wang Tianming looked at this scene in shock, not knowing what to feel.

Fang Xu, your talent exceeds mine…

A sense of unwillingness and resentment devoured his heart like a poisonous snake. But at the same time, he felt a sense of pleasure. But it’s over for you! You’re the Everchanging Demon Lord, an existence that neither the righteous nor the demon path can tolerate! You will die today!’

With this thought, his lips curled into a smile.

“Heavenly Sword Sect Master, Divine Monk, guard the surroundings!”

The Unparalleled Demon Emperor strode forward boldly. With every step, his aura soared. His voice thundered, “Everchanging Demon Lord Fang Xu, let me ask for advice from you again!”

“Hmph!” Fang Yuan snorted coldly. He stepped forward unyieldingly, and the fire and water shield appeared again.

The Unparalleled Demon Emperor unleashed a punch onto the shield but was still unable to break the defense.

“Ha! There’s no need to talk about justice and morals with an evil demon. Everyone, attack!”

In an instant, two more figures appeared by his side. One held a saber while the other held a sword. Their weapons gave off a terrifying aura, both at the same level as divine armaments!

Seventh on the Martial Roll, Demon Sword Wu Shuangzi! Eighth on the Martial Roll, Tyrant Saber Xiang Wang!

“Die!”

In this world, even Fang Yuan did not dare to use his body to fight with divine armaments. With a swipe at his waist, the Drizzle Sword appeared in his hand. “Breeze Sword!”

Swoosh!

A flash of light plunged into the sword light and the saber light.

Two grunts sounded as the light disappeared.

Wu Shuangzi and Xiang Wang were covering their throat, showing expressions of disbelief. “No… Impossible!”