Sitting in a lavishly decorated but wooden room, Li Ling held a glass of wine and stared intently at the projection screen.

  That is the scene of the Battle of Sekigahara.

  Apart from the last time I participated in the Imperial Games, due to poor performance, the game recording was deleted (the Empire had more than 10 million sword hand recordings at that time, and the system would delete those unnecessary ones to free up space), everything else is collected.

  Even including Fang Xin's bathing video, that is a nearly perfect and flawless body, with the functions of muscles and nerves reaching their best state, and still having room for development.

  "What's your verdict?"

  "He has already reached the strength of the 4th stage initial stage, and his potential still has a lot of room for strong development. It is expected that before the age of 20, he can reach the pinnacle of 4th stage swordsmanship."

  "What do you think is the standard for being a dimensional warrior?" he asked.

  "In terms of swordsmanship, I think he has far exceeded the qualified standard. One method is refined, and all methods are connected. As for other martial arts training, as long as professional training is added, it can be achieved in a very short period of time. Three levels can be reached, and from the results, intelligence quotient and memory are also very ideal. Now, the only thing lacking is systematic training in spatial combat courses!" The expert replied meticulously.

  Li Ling waved his hand to signal the expert to leave, then stood up: "A very good young man, unfortunately he belongs to the Xiao family, but it doesn't matter, we will meet again in the future."

  At this time, the game time has arrived.

  Virtual scene. Heavy rain pours down from the sky.

  Fang Xin's body was drenched, standing alone on a pavilion, gazing out at the dark and distant landscape.

  A randomly selected virtual scene turned out to be this thunderstorm night, which is a very rare scenario.

  This is a small town similar to the Earth in the second half of the 20th century, and the battlefield is inside. As the winner of the consecutive victories, he naturally has to face the ten racers who are with him, vowing to break Fang Xin's arrogance - a latecomer, actually asking for a mixed battle, which is equivalent to challenging all, all The riders understood and were enraged.

  Lightning struck. In an instant, it illuminated Fang Xin's face, and the atmosphere made him recall the battle in the dark fog that day.

  Although it was a virtual world, Fang Xin revealed a hint of cold smile and plunged into the darkness without hesitation. He had the privilege to enter this environment ten minutes earlier.

  A house, Fang Xin waited quietly for a moment, and indeed, three figures had already appeared in front of him, while behind him, there were also three people. Three people formed a group, divided into three groups, with one person as the center to respond. Forming a network-type search.

  It's actually possible to form an array, but I'm afraid it won't be formed in a short period of time. Fang Xin sneered.

  When the three of them searched to the front of the house, suddenly, a shelf collapsed with a loud crash. The three of them were extremely alert people. They immediately retreated backward, while the other two groups rushed over here.

  But just then, the long sword made a "pu" sound, and one person immediately rolled to the ground, making a gurgling sound in his throat, apparently having had his throat cut by the sword.

  Fang Xin suddenly pounced out, not retreating but instead charging forward. The opportunity was fleeting, and he leaned forward in a swift dash, his long sword shooting out. Immediately after, he quickly flipped over, two streaks of sword light stabbing straight at the spot where he had just been.

  A person opposite let out a painful scream, and his abdomen suddenly had an additional deep hole that was wildly spouting fresh blood.

  After Fang Xin rolled away, he counterattacked with a sword, "Ding" sound, parrying the sword, his body rose with the momentum, charging forward, but the clothes on his back were torn open, revealing a blood stain.

  A group of ten people has already killed two!

  When the sound of footsteps behind him stopped, Fang Xin also slowed down his pace. The other party understood that a hasty pursuit would only lead to more casualties. Next time, the organization will be even tighter, or rather, more terrifying - the contestants will not hesitate to delay him at all costs, making him fall into a siege. After all, this is a competition and not a real killing spree. Even if it were a real killing spree, for something, an ideal, someone, such a situation would not be uncommon.

  But Fang Xin was no longer afraid. He had already plunged into this darkness.

  In a daze, he had a strange feeling that the scene before his eyes was so familiar, as if he had been through it before, and he was really fighting here.

  Later, eight people stared at the darkness and believed in that unhurried movement. Anger rose in their hearts. After a simple meeting, they determined the leader, shield, and killer.

  "Listen up, everyone. Once we spot the enemy, we'll intercept them at all costs. We'll split the points we've earned so far equally, no matter who takes him down. If the ten of us can't even stop him from winning, then what's the point of being a swordsman? We might as well just go home." A man said in a low voice.

  Everyone nodded, although they were all just second-rate swordsmen, but it was also the result of ten years of hard work and cultivation. If Fang Xin alone could defeat their ten people, then that would indeed be an unparalleled heavy blow.

  "Besides, give me a fire, anyway this town is just a scene, what's to fear, burn it and I don't believe he won't come out." Someone immediately came up with an idea, and the idea was immediately supported.

  Cautiously entered the house, and indeed found gasoline that is no longer used in reality. This virtual scene is really powerful! Poured it on the house, then ignited it. Suddenly, a raging flame rose up, illuminating the surroundings brightly, but making the dark areas even darker.

  A group of people carrying torches continued to move forward, several people keeping watch around them, one person carefully picked up a torch and lit the nearby houses.

  But just then, a loud explosion was heard, flames burst out, and the two people closest to it caught fire. However, their suffering was brief, as a sword suddenly pierced their throats.

  They fought fire with fire, didn't they want to set it on fire? Fang Xin was also in the house and first splashed gasoline.

  "Charge!" The six people who were already prepared didn't mind the casualties and immediately surrounded and attacked according to their original plan.

  Fang Xin did not retreat again, he decided to engage in a fierce battle here, his long sword was swiftly drawn out, the overly fast sword light actually transformed into a green glow, and in the blink of an eye, the person opposite him had no way to dodge, couldn't even counterattack, and a head flew off, blood splashing everywhere.

  Almost simultaneously, the two men launched a fierce attack, and Fang Xin's sword flashed again, almost simultaneously splashing out three sprays of fresh blood. One contestant was hit on the shoulder by a sword, and his long sword fell to the ground with a loud clang. Another person was stabbed in the chest, seemingly extremely surprised, he looked at the wound, and suddenly fell to the ground. Fang Xin also got hit by a sword, and fresh blood seeped out of his chest, although not deep, but still making his shirt all red.

  Undoubtedly, Fang Xin's injury greatly boosted the fighting spirit of the remaining people. The three uninjured swordsmen stepped forward with solemn faces, and even the person who was injured on the shoulder held a sword in his left hand and moved forward, although it wasn't his habit, but at this time, adding any bit of strength was good.

  However, Fang Xin rushed up again, his speed stunning the opponent. Nevertheless, all three of them almost simultaneously launched an attack on him, with one of them slashing a reverse sword towards Fang Xin's left neck.

  Fang Xin retreated backward, constantly clashing, each person's sword had a burst of openings.

  Just then, Fang Xin suddenly stepped on something and his body rolled forward to the side, the sword blade whizzing through the air with a low hum.

  Blood splattered, a head flew out, two people suddenly turned around and made a fierce move. Due to Fang Xin's roll, it took a little time to balance, and in this moment, the two sharp swords had already seized the opportunity to launch a fatal attack.

  "Pffft!" Almost simultaneously, Fang Xin rolled again to avoid the attack. His long sword flew out directly and pierced through the body of the contestant at close range. The tip of the sword emerged from his back, bringing with it a stream of fresh blood.

  Now there are ten people, eight have died, one is injured and one is still alive. Fang Xin, although in a precarious situation, still managed to get back on his feet. Although he had no long sword in hand, he gazed coldly at the two of them.

  "You've already lost. My speed is faster than yours, and you can't stop me from getting the Long Sword on the ground." Fang Xin said, seeing the two people's twisted expressions without surprise.

  "You detestable little brat, don't be too arrogant!" The two of them rushed up, especially the injured one, covered in blood, was the first to pounce.

  Fang Xin rushed out, his speed was indeed faster than the two of them. He dodged through the corpses, bent down and picked up another sword. With a long sword in hand, he faced off against the remaining two opponents. This time, there was no need for any fancy moves; he charged forward directly.

  "Puff, puff!" After a brief battle, both of them fell down simultaneously, and Fang Xin got another wound.

  Three seconds later, the system sounded: "Congratulations to Qing Yu Hu Lu, you are the third player to win the novice final victory, with a score of 3129 points, and ranked second overall!"

  "Ladies and gentlemen, you have just witnessed a thrilling match! Our young genius fencer, Fang Xin, has finally achieved 200 consecutive victories, becoming one of the four players to maintain an undefeated record. Let's give him a big round of applause! The Empire has produced another genius!" Meanwhile, the host was emotionally saying outside the arena.

  Suddenly, cheers erupted on the internet, and everyone watching Fang Xin felt extremely entertained. This was a rare and wonderful performance to behold.

  Congratulations from relatives and friends also shone brightly, appearing in Fang Xin's space.

  When the white light faded, Fang Xin returned to his usual leisurely state, detached from the scene. He went back to his own half-space and looked at the letter that resembled a snowflake, unable to help but smile bitterly.