Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 67 Two and a Half Months

three days later.

Ning Ze and Jiang Fang entered the gravity chamber one after the other.

"To be honest, it's too early for you to fight me now. You need to get used to this kind of environment for a while before you can fight me."

An invisible force was applied to the two of them. Jiang Fang remained expressionless and wanted to refuse to fight. After so many years in the elite training camp, she was already able to adapt to 260g. As for Ning Ze, he had only been there for three days. She did not think he could fight in this environment.

"Teacher, I can now withstand 210 times the force of gravity," Ning Ze replied calmly.

Ordinary people need to divide their time for training to cultivate, but his abundant physical strength allowed him to adapt relatively quickly.

No one would use the gravity chamber for six hours a day.

Others cultivate for a period of time before absorbing cosmic energy, and the purpose of training is to absorb cosmic energy, which is why Ning Ze is different.

"Are you sure?" Jiang Fang looked somewhat suspicious. "Come on, give it a try. Let me tell you, I won't hold back."

Ning Ze smiled brightly, replying happily, "I couldn't be happier!"

Jiang Fang narrowed her beautiful eyes into a dangerous arc, tightened her grip on the crescent-shaped blade, assumed a fighting stance, and said coldly, "Let's begin!"

Ning Ze's expression turned solemn. He gripped the hilt of the Raging Waves Battle Blade with both hands and charged towards Jiang Fang in a flash. He slashed down fiercely without holding back at all.

Seeing this speed, Jiang Fang's expression became much more serious. "Hah!" she shouted, fearlessly charging forward with her crescent-shaped blade.

"clang!"

The sound of the two swords clashing was very loud. As Jiang Fang blocked Ning Ze's sword with one sword, the curved sword in her other hand was also tilted forward.

Ning Ze braced his sword with both hands and thrust it forward, then took a step back to block the second strike.

"You're too slow!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Jiang Fang had already launched a counterattack. Her left-hand scimitar slashed fiercely at Ning Ze's sword, while her other scimitar was already upon him.

Ning Ze's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly sheathed his sword and rushed forward, but it was too late.

"Boom!"

The familiar sound of the blow, the familiar pain in his chest—Ning Ze's lips twitched involuntarily.

Although their speed was reduced considerably under 200 times gravity, the attack was actually more powerful. He had to clutch his chest and catch his breath after that blow.

Jiang Fang smiled demurely. "Not bad, but you're still a bit short if you want to fight me!"

"Again!" Ning Ze paused for a moment and charged forward again. He leaped into the air and raised his Raging Waves Battle Blade high, as if he wanted to cleave Jiang Fang in two.

A playful smile appeared on Jiang Fang's lips. Of course, she wouldn't try to withstand such gravity head-on. This kid had probably miscalculated!

A moment later, the familiar voice rang out again.

"Boom!"

Ning Ze pressed himself against the wall, clutching his chest, and gasped for breath. "Again!"

The first day passed quickly.

Jiang Fang walked out with a bright smile, her steps light and quick. This was the first time she had experienced a teaching method that allowed him to cultivate and fight. This kid was really tough and had a lot of teeth.

Day three.

Their battle schedule changed to three hours in the gravity chamber from 6 a.m. to 9 a.m., and three hours in the training room from 9 p.m. to 12 a.m.

Around 10 o'clock, Jiang Fang came out of the training room with an even brighter smile. Ning Ze had made a lot of progress again, and even the gravity chamber's multiplier had increased once more. This kind of training was also very beneficial to her, and it was no worse than when she trained alone in the gravity chamber. Not to mention, it was three hours a day. She could clearly see that her training speed was getting faster!

Day .

When Jiang Fang came out of the training room in the morning, she still had a smile on her face. Ning Ze's "Nine-fold Thunder Blade" had already reached a certain level, and he had even begun to use the power exertion in "Nine-fold Thunder Blade". Apart from being a little weaker, the two fought back and forth, which was the most ideal state of training.

Day 9.

Jiang Fang's smile vanished, replaced by a hint of frustration. After cultivating her swordsmanship for so many years, she had been suppressed by a mere boy, a boy who had only recently begun practicing swordsmanship. Most importantly, she sensed that Ning Ze's strength had increased significantly.

Ning Ze's power was already much stronger than hers, nearly twice as much, and he was also much younger than her. The speed at which their power increased was not even in the same league.

Jiang Fang was naturally happy that Ning Ze's strength had improved, but she also had a slight worry in her heart. She felt that it wouldn't be long before she couldn't defeat him, and then...

As Jiang Fang thought about it, she couldn't help but recall the scenes of Ning Ze being pinned against the wall, pinned to the ground, and pinned in the air and beaten by her. At those times, Ning Ze would stand up expressionlessly and continue to rush over.

If it were her... Jiang Fang felt a little scared. She didn't care about the pain, but it would be very embarrassing!

The twelfth day.

Gravity chamber.

"Snapped!"

A different sound rang out, and the one who flew backward was a purple figure. Jiang Fang pressed herself against the wall, clutching her stomach. The excruciating pain caused a layer of cold sweat to appear on her forehead. She gritted her teeth and tried to regulate her breathing.

Looking up, Ning Ze stood expressionless opposite her, as if waiting for her to feel better before continuing the fight.

Jiang Fang was slightly taken aback. This attitude, along with the pain in her body, gave her a familiar feeling.

She had always treated Ning Ze as a student and hadn't thought much of it, but now that it was her turn to see him as herself.

The sight of the scene stirred up long-forgotten memories.

She remembered that the "him" of the past was also just as strict, silently waiting for her to get back up after knocking her down.

Born during a time of great catastrophe and raised during a time of great rebirth, she understands the importance of the heart, but in her naivety, she still harbors some small resentments.

Until... that day, "he" died, he died to save her, because her strength was relatively weak, she became a burden.

At that time, she hated herself for being so weak and worked hard to improve herself through cultivation.

After more than ten years of dedicated cultivation, this was the first time she had been attacked and treated in this way.

For a moment, Jiang Fang fell silent, burying him deep in her heart to focus on her cultivation, unwilling to recall him. She thought she had always remembered him.

Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, his appearance had become somewhat blurry, which filled her with a strange sadness.

Ning Ze tilted his head slightly and asked softly, "Teacher, are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Fang adjusted her mental state, stood up and said, "Continue." Her voice was even colder than before.

Ning Ze nodded slightly, quietly waiting for Jiang Fang to launch her attack.

Jiang Fang's eyes narrowed, she cleared her mind of distractions, and then threw herself back into the battle.

Not long after.

With a loud "bang!", Ning Ze slashed Jiang Fang's collarbone again, and a purple shadow crashed straight into the wall.

Jiang Fang silently clutched her wound, a fleeting memory flashing through her mind. Her eyes hardened, and after a few seconds of breathing, she stood up and charged directly at Ning Ze. With her hands behind her back, she slashed out with her sword as she approached him.

The situation in the gravity chamber was reversed, just like Ning Ze's situation over the past ten days. Jiang Fang was constantly being cut down, getting up, being cut down again, and then recovering her breath.

There was no sound of conversation inside the gravity chamber; no one needed to instruct anyone else, only fighting, endless battles.

At 10:00 a.m., the two walked out of the cultivation room.

Looking at Teacher Jiang Fang, who was even more aloof than before, Ning Ze hesitated to speak. His icy aura could be felt even from ten meters away, and he kept all his words to himself.

Silently returning to Jiangnan Pavilion, Ning Ze put Jiang Fang's matter out of his mind. After all, her cold demeanor didn't seem like she was in trouble, but rather a relationship issue, so he didn't need to get involved in it.

Ning Ze lay lazily in the bathtub, summarizing his training over the past period.

"I've finally caught up with the cultivation progress of the Nine-fold Thunder Blade. As expected of the top secret manual on Earth, it increased my proficiency by 5 in one go. My basic sword technique cultivation speed has also increased by 25, and I've gained a lot of insights into both saber and sword techniques. All I need to do now is refine the matching movement techniques before I can learn the next sword technique manual and integrate all these insights into my sword technique."

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Time flies when you're busy with training; it's been two months since Ning Ze arrived at the training camp.

For the past two months, Ning Ze has been getting up at 5 a.m., studying sword techniques for a while, and then going to the gravity chamber to spar with Jiang Fang.

From 9 to 12 o'clock, he would go to the trial room to complete the challenge. He had already passed the 5th floor, but he was stuck on the 6th floor. The monsters on this floor were too strong. The A stage consisted of 50 low-level lords, each with the same strength as him. He doubted that even if he exerted his strength to 9, he might not be able to pass the A stage.

Ning Ze no longer engages in daily cultivation; this kind of basic cultivation is very slow and a waste of time.

In the afternoon, he will comprehend a new secret manual. Since learning the Nine-fold Thunder Blade, his realm has improved significantly. In the past two months, he has comprehended four new sword techniques, and his cultivation speed has increased again. The basic increase rate of his movement technique proficiency is 65 points per hour, and the basic increase rate of his sword technique proficiency is 75 points per hour.

From 9 pm to 12 am, he would fight Jiang Fang. As his strength improved, his proficiency and power increased more slowly, but it was still much faster than his own cultivation speed, at least 5 times faster.

On even-numbered days, Ningze needs to go to the wilderness to hunt monsters. After killing several lord-level monsters, he has a stable opponent to fight.

Several mid-level lords living nearby joined forces, and even some high-level lords came to deal with him. Fortunately, this place was not far from Hongning Base City, so no king-level monsters came to cause trouble, and he was able to escape.

Wilderness combat is the fastest way to improve training speed. Even the effects of training in the gravity chamber and trial tower will decrease if the training time is too long. The pressure of real combat will never be reduced, but it will be very dangerous. Fortunately, he has the Black God Set, so his life is not a problem.

January 27, 1957.

night.

The Chinese New Year is just around the corner, and the training camp is on holiday. Today is the last day of the training camp, and many students are holding an annual meeting in the training camp's canteen. The 24 students from Huaxia gathered together.

"Zheng Che? Will you stay at the elite training camp as a teacher after you graduate next year?" a gentle-looking young man asked with a smile.

After returning from the New Year holiday, around March, the training camp began recruiting new members, while the students who entered the training camp in 1952 would graduate.

Zheng Che, who ranked second in the training camp, has a certain guiding influence on the others.

Upon hearing this, the other trainees also looked over; they hadn't yet decided where to go.

"With Ning Ze keeping me in check, how dare I slack off? I'm afraid I won't even be able to see his back anymore in the future." Zheng Che's once cheerful voice now sounded somewhat heavy.

Although he was second, the difference between him and the first place was enormous. Ning Ze's power level was 8, his Trial Tower level was 6.1, and his combat power amplitude was 48.8. His combat power amplitude, on the other hand, was only 16.5, just one-third of Ning Ze's.

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere at the gathering became quiet and cold.

Ning Ze, a simple name, made all the students in the training camp hold their breath and feel despair, as if an insurmountable mountain was pressing down on their hearts.

They dare not compare, cannot compare, and many trainees have not yet adjusted their mindset and have become somewhat dejected.

"He didn't come today," a resolute-looking young man said in a deep voice.

"It's normal that he doesn't come. I once saw him chasing after several lord-level monsters in the wilderness. I think he's about to graduate. Once he graduates, he'll be the inspector of the Ultimate Martial Arts Academy..."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Che clenched his fists tightly once again.

"He didn't come to the gathering today. Where did he go? Is he still cultivating with Teacher Jiang Fang? Every time I see him, I can only see his afterimage." The handsome young man who spoke turned to look at Zhao Ruo, and everyone else followed suit. Many people also looked at Shi Jiang, because Shi Jiang also lived in Jiangnan Pavilion.

"Don't look at me, everyone. We have completely different schedules. I've only seen him once in two months, and that was when he was chatting with his wife." Shi Jiang's voice was somewhat somber.

He finally defeated two opponents to get into the top ten, but then Ning Ze came and squeezed him out. Now the four of them are competing for the tenth place, so they dare not relax for a moment.

The other three people vying for tenth place looked at each other with bitter smiles on their faces. They never imagined that one day it would be so difficult to compete for tenth place!

"Probably? Ning Ze doesn't like drinking. He says he can't hold his liquor and gets drunk easily, and he hates that feeling, so he didn't come. He usually practices with Teacher Jiang Fang every night, and today should be no exception." Zhao Ruo wasn't entirely sure either.

early morning.

In a lonely pavilion under the desolate moonlight, Jiang Fang walked out of the cultivation room. Her face, as white as ice, was deathly pale. Ever since Ning Ze defeated her, she had become taciturn and her temperament had become even colder.

Ning Ze followed silently behind, and suggested in a low voice, "Teacher, why don't you come to my house for the New Year?"

He had initially decided not to fight Jiang Fang anymore, but Jiang Fang disagreed.

He was somewhat worried, so he asked Zhao Ruo, who was also Jiang Fang's apprentice. Zhao Ruo answered all his questions without reservation, telling him everything about their master.

Jiang Fang has no relatives or close friends now, except for some colleagues and students from the training camp. She usually spends the Chinese New Year alone.

Hearing his suggestion, Jiang Fang shook her head and refused, "No need, I'm used to being alone." After a slight pause, she said, "I'm a little hungry tonight, do you want to eat something?"

"Okay, let's grab a late-night snack then."

These were probably the words Jiang Fang had said most often lately, and Ning Ze naturally wouldn't refuse. Usually, Jiang Fang would only say one or two words: "Okay," "I'm fine," "Continue," "Again," "Don't hold back."

Before long, the staff of the elite training camp set up a table with dishes. After washing up briefly, Ning Ze sat quietly at the table and waited.

A moment later, Jiang Fang emerged with her hair still wet, looking like a lotus emerging from the water—cool, elegant, and exuding a strong feminine charm.

Ning Ze was stunned, not by the person, but by what Jiang Fang was holding.

(End of this chapter)