111: Chapter 111 The Divine Effect of Adding 200,000 Civilization Points

"What a powerful secret technique."

In the center of the Civilization Arena combat stage, Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes, watching without blinking as the alien Transcendent Martial Artist, Casey, charged forward and unleashed the 'Twin Dragon Slash'.

As one of the Federation's three major blade secret techniques, the 'Thunder Fire Blade' was inherently profound. Fang Zhuo had been bitterly training for over three months and had now reached the fifth level.

It could be said that he had gained quite a bit of insight into the techniques of the secret manual.

At a glance, he could see that the 'Twin Dragon Slash' Casey was wielding was not simple; it was definitely not inferior to the 'Thunder Fire Blade', and perhaps even surpassed it.

"However, this alien Transcendent Martial Artist hasn't cultivated enough levels; the power definitely isn't as strong as the fifth level of the 'Thunder Fire Blade'."

"His Body Control is also a minor realm behind mine."

Fang Zhuo made his judgment instantly. Amidst the pincer attack of the 'Twin Dragon Slash' sword lights, he performed a sliding step, nimbly dodging out, and then raised his hand to strike.

'Thunder Fire Blade', Fifth Level!

A fiery red blade shadow appeared, accompanied by a low, rumbling thunderous sound.

In the blink of an eye, it was about to strike Casey.

"What? Such fast speed, such strong impact force!"

Casey's pale pupils, unique to the Elf race, constricted. In his shock, he became somewhat flustered and hurriedly raised his swords to block.

He crossed his two short swords to meet Fang Zhuo's strike.

"Clang—!"

A metallic clashing sound rang out. Casey spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward, and he crashed heavily below the combat stage.

"Casey lost?"

"What happened? How did Casey lose in just one move?"

There were many Transcendent Martial Artists in the spectator stands who had bought tickets to watch the match, and they were all stunned right now. Casey's strength was not weak.

In the Civilization Arena, he was considered an expert among the active Transcendent Martial Artists below Level 44.

"Oh, Night God!"

Lucien cursed in his native Black Wolf Star language and muttered, "How is this possible? Casey couldn't even take one blade strike from this newcomer?"

His expression turned ugly.

It wasn't because he was concerned for his friend Casey, who also came from the Outer Realms, but because he was heartbroken over the civilization points he was about to lose!

If even Casey was defeated so easily, then he wouldn't be able to escape either...!

Damn it, that blade strike just now definitely had a combat power amplification of over 80 times!!

How did such an unknown monster suddenly pop out?

Not far away.

A young man with a crew cut and an extremely well-proportioned physique also had a solemn expression.

"Chen Chuan, haha, damn it, I was just saying I was unlucky for not being lined up in front, so I couldn't harvest any civilization points."

Beside the crew-cut youth, a burly man with a thick beard cursed.

"I remember now, this guy is one of the Starry Sky Group's customized contract geniuses this year. I didn't expect him to break through so fast! The one-year training period hasn't even ended, and he's already become a Transcendent Martial Artist with this kind of combat power!"

"I'm fine. I was already brutally fleeced by Wang Jinhua a few times back in the day, so my savings were empty long ago. Losing this time will only cost me a few hundred civilization points."

The burly man, Zhou Chuan, wore an expression of total resignation, gritting his teeth in hatred whenever he mentioned Wang Jinhua.

"The Starry Sky Group has produced another monster. Wang Jinhua fleeced us hard back then, and now here comes Fang Zhuo... It's too bullying. For this battle, I'm going to go all out!"

Chen Chuan smoothed his crew cut, his eyes filled with intense fighting spirit as he looked at Fang Zhuo in the arena.

Back in the day, he had won consecutive victories in the Civilization Arena, holding over a million civilization points, and his cultivation momentum was unstoppable—until he met Wang Jinhua...

Now, he was down to having only twenty-something thousand civilization points, barely enough to ensure smooth cultivation. If he lost half of that, he would have to go back to the Wilderness Area and work hard as a civilization point porter!

...

The next five matches.

The Transcendent Martial Artists, who had all thought they encountered a fat sheep, had expressions as ugly as if they had eaten excrement. Walking onto the combat stage was like walking to the execution ground.

Unwilling but helpless, they had to go up, get struck by one blade, then spit blood and fly backward, with half of their civilization points harvested.

Fang Zhuo was unstoppable all the way, crushing everything in his path.

However, he didn't have much of a smile, because there really weren't many civilization points.

"It seems it's exactly as I guessed before: these Transcendents are all broke. They were likely harvested by Brother Wang in a big wave before."

"Time to go back. I still need to find Brother Wang to sell some gravity chamber time... No matter what, I should try the effect first."

Fang Zhuo carried his blade and paced back and forth on the combat stage.

"Do you need a rest? You can rest for half an hour."

The referee was a bit numb; he asked as a matter of routine.

He looked at Fang Zhuo as if he were a freak.

"No need, continue."

Fang Zhuo shook his head. He had tested the intensity of the Civilization Arena by now, and it was far less oppressive than the Group's combat power ranking.

The combat power amplifications were all relatively average.

Looking at the entire Federation, it might be okay, but for him, it wasn't enough.

"It seems Brother Wang's hundred-win streak doesn't have that much gold content after all..."

Fang Zhuo smiled.

He was about to achieve ten consecutive victories.

In the sixth match, Chen Chuan walked up. He sported a large crew cut and stared at Fang Zhuo, gnashing his teeth.

"Starry Sky Group... Fang Zhuo!"

"Hmm... Please enlighten me."

Fang Zhuo smiled. This fellow countryman seemed to have some resentment... even stronger than the previous few. It seemed he knew he was about to lose 10,000 civilization points and his heart was bleeding.

But surely it shouldn't be that bad?

That look in his eyes made it seem as if he wanted to eat him alive!

Fang Zhuo didn't know that Chen Chuan had also transferred his resentment toward Wang Jinhua onto him.

"You are very strong. Although your Life Level is one level lower than mine, your Body Control has reached Inner Scene Perfection, right?"

"But... I won't admit defeat easily!"

The weapon Chen Chuan used was rare in the Federation: a three-section chain spear. He was currently brandishing it with impressive force, and as he spoke, a cold glint suddenly stabbed toward Fang Zhuo.

"..."

This guy looked righteous, but he was unexpectedly a bit insidious.

Fang Zhuo didn't mind. In the face of absolute strength, these little tricks were completely useless.

His Inner Scene Perfection level control and the fifth level of the 'Thunder Fire Blade' erupted together.

Blade shadows filled the arena, and the sound of thunder rang out continuously.

With just a few blade strikes, Fang Zhuo suppressed Chen Chuan, who had a Life Level of 44.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Chen Chuan was extremely annoyed and ashamed. Behind him, a phantom of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon appeared, its dragon horns erect, eyes glaring, and its mouth wide open, roaring toward the sky.

"Roar—!"

A dragon roar resounded throughout the Civilization Arena.

"Oh? A Five-Clawed Golden Dragon!"

Fang Zhuo was somewhat surprised. This was the fourth-ranked Superior Martial Aspect in the Federation, only one rank lower than his wife's Heaven-Swallowing Python.

According to Federation records, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Martial Aspect would grant the martial artist a powerful combat divine ability during the Transcendent stage.

It could allow the martial artist's attacks to carry powerful penetrating force.

"Just as well, I'll test it out today."

Fang Zhuo was not panicked and did not use his own Martial Aspect, 'Crimson Flame'.

His combat power amplification was now as high as 84 times. Although his physical fitness was a bit inferior to Chen Chuan's, his strength was a cut above.

"Get defeated!"

Chen Chuan's muscles bulged, and the long spear nimbly drilled out from his waist, fiercely stabbing toward Fang Zhuo. The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon behind him also swam forward, coiling around the spear shaft.

Facing this strongest spear strike from Chen Chuan.

Fang Zhuo swung his blade as before.

Still the fifth level of the 'Thunder Fire Blade'.

Clang!

The blade and spear collided. Fang Zhuo only stepped back two steps, shook his slightly numb hand. A sharp force had drilled into his body, but it was quickly extinguished.

"This divine ability... is not bad, but compared to the divine ability 'Flame' granted to me by Crimson Flame, it's far inferior!"

Fang Zhuo thought silently to himself.

On the other hand, Chen Chuan was knocked back several meters by the blade strike.

"I'm no match... Damn it!"

Chen Chuan was unwilling, but in the face of the strength gap, he was still caught up by Fang Zhuo and struck off the combat stage after several blade strikes.

"Over 10,000 civilization points in hand!"

Fang Zhuo took a deep breath, feeling a little excited.

Chen Chuan was considered the wealthiest among the ten people who had issued the martial duel invitations.

In the remaining matches, there were no surprises. Fang Zhuo crushed his opponents and defeated them, leaving the combat stage amidst a chorus of lamentations and complaints.

"I'm reminded of the bully Wang Jinhua from a few years ago..."

Lucien held his chest and looked at his friend Casey beside him.

"They say the overall martial arts strength of the Blue Moon Federation is average, just a primary level-two civilization, and there aren't many geniuses. How come we've encountered two freaks in the few years we've been here?"

...

"This wave of ten consecutive slashes harvested 23,508 civilization points... Except for Chen Chuan, everyone else was a broke person through and through...!"

Fang Zhuo glanced at the information. On the Civilization Arena system, several more martial duel invitations had been sent during the previous battles, but they were all withdrawn shortly after.

Right now, there wasn't a single duel application.

He had no choice but to browse for opponents himself, thinking of finding a few fat sheep to target, but after looking around, basically none had more than 2,000 points!

"Too poor!"

"These guys, even if they went to the Wilderness Area to honestly hunt Transcendent Exotic Beasts, they wouldn't be this poor, right? Or is it that as soon as they get some points, they lose them again..."

Fang Zhuo helplessly left the Civilization Arena.

Nothing to be done; in this situation, the harvesting efficiency here wasn't high anymore.

After all that effort, he only got twenty-something thousand. Now that he had made a name for himself, it would be even harder to harvest people later.

Better to find Brother Wang and buy some to test the cultivation effect first.

Fang Zhuo had just walked out of the hall when he bumped head-on into a martial artist with an excellent physique. He looked up, and who could it be but Wang Jinhua?

"...Brother Wang, what a coincidence?"

Wang Jinhua smiled and said, "It is a coincidence. Not bad, I heard you just arrived and gave these old hands a ten-win streak."

"You must be numb from collecting civilization points, right?"

"Do you still want to sell gravity chamber time?"

Fang Zhuo looked at the grinning Wang Jinhua and suddenly felt a bit reluctant to trade. However, for the sake of his own cultivation efficiency, and also keeping old feelings in mind, he still said:

"10,000 civilization points per hour, does that still count? I'll sell you 18 hours first, Brother Wang."

"Of course, deal!"

Wang Jinhua transferred 180,000 civilization points to Fang Zhuo via his Federation ID card, not caring at all, and instead looked happily at the extra gravity chamber usage time on his account.

"I'll treat you to a meal later."

He hurried back to the Group in high spirits.

Fang Zhuo followed closely behind and went up to the cultivation room on the 90th floor of the Group.

"With these 200,000 civilization points in the account, why does it feel like my Martial Aspect has become much more active? Or is it an illusion?"

Fang Zhuo sat cross-legged in the center, clicking his tongue in wonder.

He beckoned and took out the remaining fourteen 'stone milk crystals', beginning to absorb the Source Power to strengthen his physical body.

The 'hunger' state tempered under 50 times Blue Star gravity was very persistent, and it was still present right now.

One stone milk crystal after another turned into powder. The rich and pure Source Power seemed to not even need the Martial Aspect to guide it; it kept drilling deep into his body, even actively strengthening every single cell.

"This..."

"Is this the effect of civilization points?"

Fang Zhuo took a sharp breath. After just four stone milk crystals, his Life Level immediately loosened. After absorbing three more, he suddenly leaped to Level 44.

"I broke through...! This is only 200,000 civilization points. If I had 500,000 or 1,000,000 civilization points on me, wouldn't I not even need to do anything myself?"

Fang Zhuo imagined the scene of resources being fully automated, Source Power constantly drilling into his body and actively strengthening his physical body.