"Continue watching." Zhou Huayu's gaze was scanning through the light brain.

  Just then, Meng Tianmeng, who was browsing, showed a smile and called Fang Jingtian: "Old Tian, go watch the game, your son is indeed on a winning streak now, and the media is still commenting!"

  When he received the call, Fang Jingtian was working and hastily asked his secretary to leave, then opened his mind.

  At this time, Fang Xin was already in his sixth game.

  From these few battles, the huge gap between Fang Xin and ordinary swordsmen can be seen. These five contestants are all seasoned veterans, but each battle took no more than three minutes. Fang Xin has already won five consecutive victories.

  A white light floated before his eyes, and a man walked steadily from the doorway, approaching him.

  From this step and movement, Fang Xin was immediately shocked, he saw the opponent's powerful strength.

  Close-up of the other person's eyes under the lens.

  The man held a long sword, and although he wore the uniform attire of a swordsman, for some reason, under his disheveled long hair, it gave off a sense of being down on his luck. However, when he raised his sword, his eyes gleamed with a cold light like the edge of a blade.

  Fang Xin Meng's sudden realization, he was staring at a real swordsman, but upon closer inspection, his opponent's eyes had a hint of obsession, sword intent, and a thread of anger.

  All the audience watching held their breath and watched unintentionally.

  Fang Xin felt an unusual pressure, he had been through five battles and had already consumed a lot of mental energy, but at this moment, his spirit was lifted. Focusing, his gaze fell on the opponent's hand.

  "Even so, I'll advance without retreating!" Fang Xin slowly drew his sword for the first time and stepped forward. His feet stepped onto the ground of the square one by one.

  He stood there, his head bowed and gazing intently at his sword. Although the space had no blind spots or shadows, it gave people a feeling that this man was shrouded in a layer of shadow.

  Fang Xin coldly smiled, his muscles adjusted, his nervous reactions adjusted, even the nutrient warehouse was operating automatically.

  The sword light suddenly cut through the air. The opponent dodged in an instant and flashed to avoid it, while Fang Xin followed up with a relentless pursuit without any hesitation.

  The opponent drew his sword in an instant and stabbed it towards Fang Xin's throat.

  Fang Xin's sword flashed, its high-speed blade tearing through the air, passing close to his neck. Although it didn't pierce him, a thin line of blood appeared on his skin, a testament to the killing power of the swift sword strike.

  Although this is a virtual warehouse, it was Fang Xin's first injury, and he felt the breath of death.

  Draw swords, two people clashed in an instant.

  Code name: Pursuing the Land of Men, in one breath, five swords were launched in a row. These five swords are the achievements of his ten-year cultivation, transformed into reflexive actions that do not require thinking. Can automatically find the opponent's gap and launch an attack.

  Fang Xin did not retreat but instead advanced, launching a fierce attack. The sounds of "pu" and "zhuang" rang out almost simultaneously.

  A blood flower bloomed on Fang's shoulder, while his opponent's chest was also stained with a patch of red. The two men only retreated one step, but the man codenamed Pursuer suddenly roared and launched the first attack, drawing out the fastest and most ruthless sword.

  Fang Xin's sword pierced fiercely, and the sword intent was followed by a loud cracking sound of joints and tendons breaking. The two separated, and Fang Xin's opponent stumbled back. Fang Xin showed no mercy, counterattacking with a reverse stroke of his long sword, which stabbed through his opponent's back and emerged from their chest, splashing blood everywhere.

  At this moment of stabbing and pulling out, Fang Xin felt that kind of perfect feeling, which was the interval between life and death.

  Fang Xin raised his hand to stop the treatment after the victory, he began to apply for a 20-minute rest for each game. He opened his clothes and found that the opponent had cut open the muscles and nerves on his left arm with one sword. However, Fang Xin also injured the opponent's vital point, and with a backhand sword, it was just a supplementary sword, not leaving any chance of survival for the opponent.

  Fang Xin's expression turned grave, and he carefully examined his wound again. However, it didn't seem to have severed thirty percent of his virtual pain sensation.

  Then he beckoned for them to continue, a white light appeared, and his wound healed instantly. Fang Xin regained his composure, waiting for the next battle.

  The following four games were completely suspenseless, all instant kills, and even faster than the previous ones. Fang Xin seemed to be stimulated, and his moves became even quicker and more accurate.

  At this time.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, we have just witnessed a fantastic performance. Our talented young swordsman has suffered his first injury in competition, but still maintained his winning streak. The Green Jade Gourd now has 110 wins, with a total score of 1754.1 points, ranking fifth overall. Mr. Zhang, what are your thoughts on today's match?"

  Mr. Zhang wore a special sword-hand uniform today, with a badge on his left lapel, which is the logo of the third-level sword hand.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, I think everyone should pay attention to the sixth match. Let's first read out the name of this contestant. Due to news regulations, we cannot reveal his true name, but he is a certified third-class professional swordsman."

  As soon as this sentence was spoken, all the audience suddenly burst into an uproar, and from time to time there were messages and phone calls coming in to the host.

  "Mr. Zhang, you mean Qing Yu Hu Lu is already a third-grade sword hand?"

  "Although there is an element of chance in the match, I can still responsibly say that Qing Yu Hu Lu's swordsmanship has at least reached the level of a third-class swordsman."

  Qian Hua Ying's eyes widened, her hands gesturing exaggeratedly in the air: "It's truly unbelievable, a sixteen-year-old third-stage sword genius! I believe many people are as shocked as I am. Let Mr. Zhang analyze the battle that just took place!"

  The footage was slowed down, and the dizzying action became much clearer.

  "Everyone take a look, in the first encounter, this man called Pursuit, within one breath, launched five swords in a row. This has almost reached the limit of human nerve reflexes. It's not just about swordsmanship, but relying on the instinctual mastery of sword techniques honed through thousands of hammerings and hundreds of refinements. As a result, both sides suffered minor injuries."

  The process was only two seconds, but in the prolonged video, the two had exchanged five swords and made moves that ordinary people could hardly imagine, until a bloody piece appeared.

  "This man is nothing special, a long-term career as a professional swordsman can be polished, but Qing Yu Hu Lu this young man, in such a battle can still protect himself and counterattack, this fighting consciousness is really too amazing, it must be said that he has all the talents of a genius swordsman."

  At this time, Fang Xin was also watching. When he heard this, he didn't smile. He listened carefully to the more important things below to verify his own feelings.

  “……As we were saying earlier, in the second attack, take a look at the sword speed and control of both individuals, as well as the tactics they had established from the start - actually, under such high-speed exchanges, there's not much that can be done with temporary physical reactions, almost everything is already decided when the swords are drawn. Look, they're almost not aiming or confirming, but rather completing it through instinct - the sword has become an extension of their bodies.”

  "In the video, the two started out by drawing their swords and shifting positions, which determined the final outcome."

  Two places of blood light are given close-ups.

  "The Qing Yu Hu Lu received this sword, originally aimed at the heart but instead stabbed into the shoulder. Everyone can see that although it didn't hit the ideal target, the sword automatically rotated upon entry, with a small amplitude, almost in an instant, causing damage to muscle and nerve tissue, as well as unstoppable bleeding.

  However, Qing Yu Hu Lu's sword, after shifting position, hit the opponent's chest and abdomen. According to video analysis and data, this sword has penetrated into the internal organs, it can be said that it has already determined the swordsman's survival time to a maximum of five minutes."

  This tape was played back repeatedly.

  "If in reality, we can know that the left hand of Qing Yu Hu Lu will be affected even if it heals, and the sword hand of Zhui Xun will suffer internal damage for life even if rescued immediately, strictly speaking, it's a result of one death and one injury."

  The comments are quite satisfactory, Fang Xin feels satisfied, this is experience. In fact, the growth of a true swordsman is an extremely lucky thing. For example, if it were in reality today, one might be affected and bear scars that would be difficult to heal for a lifetime.

  But in virtual competitions, this experience can be absorbed and lay the foundation for further growth.

  The emergence of virtual technology and nutrition warehouses is actually the best way to exercise these killing techniques - even if it's impossible to achieve complete virtuality.

  In a real fight, with the help of pure internal energy and spiritual awareness, one should be able to kill the opponent without suffering such injuries, Fang Xin judged and said.

  At this time, many people who were concerned let out a sigh of relief and began to think about it.

  In a room, the man also emerged from the nutrient warehouse, drinking alcohol. As a swordsman, he should have abstained from all addictive substances - including alcohol. However, since his last return from the surface, he had been unable to control himself. This failure was even more devastating, and as the long-awaited intoxication sank into his body, his eyes flashed with sadness and confusion.