Chapter 64: The Unbeaten Streak Continues

"Go!"

Nan Qiuchun let out a soft cry, and the red oil-paper umbrella above her head immediately flew toward Fang Yun.

Nan Qiuchun herself made no other move.

Once a Cultivator entered the late stage of Qi Refining, their control over their Magical Artifacts extended over a much greater distance. This was one of the advantages a Qi Refining Seventh Layer Cultivator held over one at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer.

As the red oil-paper umbrella neared Fang Yun, it could attack from a greater variety of angles.

Facing this new round of attacks, Fang Yun no longer wielded a single Profound Iron Shield. Instead, he summoned two.

This Profound Iron Shield was also a Middle Grade Magical Artifact. It was the second one Fang Yun had refined.

Of all the Middle Grade Profound Iron Shields he had refined, the very first one was the most difficult for him to use.

’It’s getting difficult to defend from a stationary position.’

Fang Yun quickly assessed the situation.

Having already fought in over a dozen Magical Combat spars, he had accumulated a good deal of experience.

If this had been his first Magical Combat spar, he wouldn’t have been able to make such a quick and accurate assessment.

"Junior Brother Fang is moving! That’s a rare sight. I’ve never seen him move in his previous Magical Combat spars."

"He’s facing a senior sister from the Inner Sect, not someone at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer. It’s only normal for Senior Brother Fang to move a little."

"But wow, Junior Brother Fang is so fast! Aren’t you surprised at all?"

"Why would I be? I’ve seen Junior Brother Fang when he’s in a hurry."

"..."

Now in motion, Fang Yun’s defense became far more agile.

He cleverly neutralized many of Nan Qiuchun’s successive waves of attacks.

The longer the battle dragged on, the graver Nan Qiuchun’s expression became.

It wasn’t that she still hadn’t broken through his defense. Rather, it was that she hadn’t even managed to force him to use his Upper Grade defensive Magical Artifact.

If she couldn’t even force him to use his Upper Grade Magical Artifact, breaking his defense was out of the question.

In her eyes, Fang Yun was like an agile shield, seemingly capable of neutralizing her every attack with minimal effort.

Meanwhile, each of her own attack waves consumed more Spiritual Power than the last.

If she didn’t escalate her attacks, it would be nearly impossible to defeat him by simply maintaining her current level of offense.

Nan Qiuchun took a deep breath, then slowly let it out.

"I’ve lost. Junior Brother Fang, I’m truly impressed."

With just over ten percent of her Spiritual Power left in her Qi Sea, Nan Qiuchun conceded defeat. If the fight continued, she knew it would be incredibly difficult to find any flaw in his defense.

And even now, Fang Yun still hadn’t brought out his Upper Grade Magical Artifact.

"You were a worthy opponent," Fang Yun said, retracting his Magical Artifacts and returning her bow.

It would be a lie to say he felt no pressure facing a Senior Sister at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer.

This Magical Combat spar made him realize that, at his current level, he could at least remain undefeated against a single enemy at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer.

He could probably handle two of them as well.

Probably...

Just as Fang Yun was bowing, the Inner Sect senior brother surnamed Liu leaped onto the Dueling Platform with incredible speed.

"Junior Brother Fang, I’m next!"

Liu Chenliang was very pleased with Fang Yun’s performance.

He hadn’t lost to a Qi Refining Seventh Layer Inner Sect Disciple, and he had maintained his impenetrable defense.

This meant that if he could defeat Fang Yun and break through that defense, his own victory would be all the more significant.

Everyone else reacted a beat slower than Liu Chenliang.

While the crowd was still marveling at the continuation of Fang Yun’s undefeated streak, he was already getting ready for the next round of Magical Combat.

"Senior Brother Fang held on! Even against the attacks of an Inner Sect senior sister, he’s just as unflappable as ever."

"That’s right, the senior sister couldn’t break through Senior Brother Fang’s defense even once."

"Turtle Immortal!"

"Turtle Immortal! Turtle Immortal!"

One Outer Sect disciple started chanting Fang Yun’s nickname, and many others from the Outer Sect joined in. Few of the Inner Sect Disciples did.

Fang Yun was just about to respond to Liu Chenliang’s challenge.

The "Turtle Immortal" chants were making him a little awkward.

This was the first time he’d ever been in a situation like this.

By withstanding the assault of an Inner Sect Disciple, his reputation had grown even more.

Fortunately, the chanting didn’t last long.

"Alright, Senior Brother," Fang Yun said, accepting the challenge from another Qi Refining Seventh Layer Inner Sect Disciple.

"Let’s go register, and then we can begin."

"I can’t," Fang Yun said, shaking his head.

"Why not?" Liu Chenliang asked, confused in his excitement.

"I need to recover."

Right now, the Spiritual Power in his Qi Sea had fallen below twenty percent. He absolutely had to recover.

A cultivator at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer had far more abundant Spiritual Power in their Qi Sea than one at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer, and what’s more, he himself hadn’t been at the Sixth Layer for very long.

If all his future opponents were at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, he would have to recover after every match.

In that case, two matches would be his limit whenever he came to Battle Peak. A third would simply take too much time.

"Oh, right, right." Liu Chenliang slapped his forehead. "Junior Brother, go on and recover. I’ll wait for you."

He had just gotten used to Fang Yun being able to jump into another match immediately after one ended.

His opponent was at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, so his performance was already impressive. If Fang Yun had actually agreed to a match without recovering first, Liu Chenliang might have suspected that his Qi Sea could replenish Spiritual Power on its own.

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Liu, look at you, so impatient." Nan Qiuchun, who hadn’t yet left the Dueling Platform, pointed at Liu Chenliang and laughed. "Did you really think our junior brother has infinite Spiritual Power?"

"Ahem, well, you have to blame Junior Brother Fang for that. His previous performances were so good they gave me the wrong impression."

"Junior Brother Fang," Nan Qiuchun suggested, "let’s go register with the Steward first. Then you can recover your Spiritual Power before your match with Senior Brother Liu."

"Alright."

The two of them stepped off the Dueling Platform.

On the way to the Steward’s office.

Fang Yun immediately noticed a familiar figure.

"Huh? Senior Sister Song." Fang Yun quickly approached Song Qiaoqiao.

"I knew it was you, Junior Brother." Song Qiaoqiao wasn’t surprised to see him. "I was over there and heard people shouting ’Turtle Immortal,’ so I came to take a look."

If she hadn’t heard the chanting, she would have gone to the Steward’s office first to register for a match.

"You must have won your match, Junior Brother."

Song Qiaoqiao glanced at Nan Qiuchun walking behind him, then looked back at Fang Yun.

Based on which Dueling Platform he was coming from and the fact that Nan Qiuchun was walking with him, she deduced that his opponent had been an Inner Sect Disciple at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer.

"I won. Otherwise, our fellow disciples wouldn’t have been cheering like that."

"You’re incredible, Junior Brother!"

Song Qiaoqiao’s praise was sincere. It was a rare feat in the Celestial Cloud Sect for someone at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer to defeat an opponent at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer.

"You praise me too highly, Senior Sister," Fang Yun said modestly.

With the enhancement from his one-star Combat Talent, he was indeed very strong at his current level.

But if he wanted to keep getting stronger, he would need to keep upgrading that talent.

When he used an Upper Grade Magical Artifact, he could already feel the enhancement from his one-star Combat Talent becoming less pronounced.

"By the way, Senior Sister, have you registered with the Steward yet?" Fang Yun asked.

Like him, Song Qiaoqiao must have come to Battle Peak for a Magical Combat spar, not just to spectate.

"Not yet."

"Let’s go together."

"Alright."