Chapter 003: How Many Moves Do You Know?

This move appeared so suddenly and swiftly that Francis had no time to dodge!
A hint of panic appeared on his face as golden and gray combat auras surged out from his body, instantly turning everything around him into a gray expanse!
Francis actually used a Holy Rank domain under such circumstances!
Though Francis used it hastily, in the blink of an eye, the entire training ground was enveloped in the Holy Rank domain. Even Du Fan lost all color in his appearance. Yet despite this, his Space Tear Slash still rushed toward Francis.
This Space Tear Slash was a move feared even by angels, known as one of the three great secret arts of the barbarians. Naturally, it had its unique strengths. Its power far surpassed that of ordinary combat techniques or magic. Moreover, with Du Fan channeling so much combat aura and attacking from such close range, how could this move be easily resisted?
Francis watched as the massive crack, glowing with pale electricity, continued to expand within his Holy Rank domain. By the end, it was nearly ten meters long. This huge crack rushed straight toward him. Time within his Holy Rank domain had slowed down countless times, yet he still couldn’t stop this attack even by a fraction!
Anything touched by this crack vanished instantly on the spot. Even the “rules” permeating the Holy Rank domain seemed to be sucked in!
Seeing this move approaching effortlessly, Francis’s pupils contracted sharply, and a burst of golden light suddenly flashed in his eyes!
Crack—
It was as if something had struck right at his heart, shaking his mind so severely he nearly fainted. With this strange tremor, the blood-red rose in Francis’s hand was positioned in an extremely bizarre manner right in front of the Space Tear Slash.
With that, Du Fan had an illusion—as if time around him had slowed to a crawl, while only Francis’s sword moved at extreme speed.
But this “speed” existed within this “slowness”—a complete contradiction. This contradiction created a strange sense of distortion throughout the entire Holy Rank domain, making everything seem to lose its original form.

Amidst this sense of distortion, Francis had continuously tapped the blood-red rose in his hand on this move, Space Tear Slash, and then a series of “ding ding ding ding” sounds could be heard…
The passage of time around them seemed to have finally returned to normal, and colors began to gradually return to the world…
That space-tearing entity, adorned with pale electric light, suddenly contracted violently before turning into a dot and disappearing without a trace. Meanwhile, Francis’s face suddenly turned extremely red. His body trembled abruptly, and his entire Holy Rank domain vanished in an instant—but it wasn’t over yet…
Francis’s breathing seemed irregular. He stared at Du Fan with a strange expression for a moment before finally unable to hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood with a “waah—” sound…
As the blood sprayed out, the armor on his arm cracked with a “crack,” and the cracks spread rapidly. In less than a moment, all of Francis’s armor was shattered into pieces, even the warrior robes beneath turning to powder…
Fine streams of blood emerged from every part of Francis’s body. Though they instantly turned into steam under the force of his combat energy, he was still injured!!!
The entire crowd was in shock!!!
Francis was injured? After exchanging a single move, it wasn’t Du Fan who was hurt—it was Francis!?
Everyone thought there must be something wrong with their eyes. How could such a scene happen right before their eyes… It was even more unbelievable than seeing Francis dancing in a miniskirt!
Francis had now raised his head. His face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with disbelief, and within that disbelief lurked a mad murderous intent, along with faint fear…
Now, this fear didn’t seem to be directed at Du Fan himself, but at the move he had used…
“Du Fan, answer me one question!!!”
Francis’s hoarse voice roared. He seemed eager to pounce on Du Fan and force an answer from him, but he didn’t dare!
“Your move… this Space Tear Slash… who on earth taught you that!?”
His voice was filled with disbelief as he stared intently at Du Fan, as if wishing to devour him. Where was the graceful demeanor Francis once had now?

After using this move, Du Fan’s combat energy was almost completely drained. He slowly fell to the ground, still staring at Francis, his mind filled with doubts… This Silver Sheath Sword Saint, Francis, actually knew about this move of his? And he could even name it accurately. Could it be that he knew how to use it as well? Or perhaps, judging from his current state, had he suffered a great loss from this move before? Anyway, it was good that Francis took the opportunity to attack now… Otherwise, if he realized Du Fan was strong on the surface but weak inside, one strike from him could cost Du Fan his life! Thinking of this, Du Fan let out a soft hum and said, “Is it important who taught me this move? I think the most crucial thing is that I know how to use it!” Hearing Du Fan’s words, Francis’s expression became even more strange. He sized Du Fan up several times before showing a hint of understanding and saying, “If that’s the case, and you know how to use this move, then that worthless Ampere is definitely no match for you… But with your level, how is it possible…” At this point, Francis’s face showed disbelief. He stared at Du Fan for a long time before continuing, “So, Du Fan, besides this move… what else can you use?” Seeing Francis approaching step by step, Du Fan’s eyes once held a hint of fear, but now, a faint greed seemed to have replaced that fear. What kind of person was Du Fan? He quickly raised the Holy Radiance Staff in his hand and said, “Why do you ask these questions? Don’t forget our current identities!” Francis’s expression grew even more peculiar. He stared at Du Fan for a moment before shaking his head and saying, “Alright, Du Fan, you don’t need to act like this… Although I’m injured, my strength remains. I can clearly see that you don’t have any magic energy or combat energy left. So… it’s best if you answer my questions obediently, otherwise…” At this point, Francis seemed unsure himself, stopping mid-threat. But the more he did this, the more vigilant Du Fan became. He kept staring at Francis tightly, his left hand already gripping several magic scrolls, ready to throw them out at the slightest sign of trouble from Francis.

But after saying those words, Francis gave Du Fan several strange looks before speaking in a slightly trembling voice, “Since you know this technique, Space Tear Slash, then by the rules, you must know more than just one technique, right? Do you know Word Magic? True Sight? Divine Descension? Possession? Space Travel? Divine Puppetry? Great Prophecy? Soul Seizure Curse? Moonlight Slash? Star Strike?…” Francis asked faster and faster, his tone growing more excited. His gaze was fixed on Du Fan, watching his facial expressions. When he mentioned Word Magic, Du Fan’s eyes twitched involuntarily; when he mentioned True Sight, Du Fan’s eyebrows raised. As for the other techniques he mentioned, Du Fan had never heard of them. Though his face showed no expression, his eyes revealed a hint of contemplation.

Francis was extremely powerful, and his observational skills were equally remarkable. He knew that the questions he was asking dealt with something extremely secretive in the Roland Continent. Du Fan surely wouldn’t answer truthfully, but with his keen eyesight, he could guess quite a bit just by observing Du Fan’s expressions…

Seeing Du Fan’s expression shift from surprise to confusion, Francis couldn’t help but take a deep breath. Suddenly, he stepped back a few steps and murmured, “How is this possible… You know three techniques?! Three?! I’ve spent all these years only mastering one… How is that possible…”

At that point, Francis glanced at Du Fan again, his eyes now filled with greed!

Du Fan had never imagined someone like Francis could show such an expression, and he was momentarily stunned.

But Francis moved swiftly and came to Du Fan’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Just how powerful was Francis? Not to mention that Du Fan had exhausted all his combat energy and magic at that moment, even in his prime, he would likely be unable to move under Francis’s grip.

With a tense expression, Francis pressed his hand on Du Fan’s shoulder and leaned in close to his ear, whispering, “Space Tear Slash, Word Magic, True Sight… Who taught you these three techniques? Ah, I get it. You were able to dodge my attacks just because of True Sight, right? It seems I was completely right… How on earth did you learn these three techniques!?”