This was built with a lot of resources.
With the third layer of Yi Qi Gong and a genetically modified body, Fang Ming's current strength, with his micro-level control, was already extraordinary.
Even against old spirit farmers and old handyman disciples who had practiced Yi Qi Gong for many years and reached the fourth layer, Fang Ming had some confidence in victory.
With such strength, these individuals, called knights but not the knights with battle qi in fantasy novels, but true medieval European mortal knights, naturally posed no threat to Fang Ming.
It wasn't Fang Ming boasting.
Let alone a few knights.
Even an army of tens of thousands of knights, a cavalry army, Fang Ming would not fear in the slightest and could annihilate them all.
It was this easy for cultivators to deal with mortals.
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Will was a farmer.
He toiled in the fields all day, waiting for the season to harvest his crops.
Originally, this daily activity, though very hard, required him to hand over a large portion of his hard-earned crops to the lord, and even the tax collector in town would take a cut.
If it was a good year, about twenty percent of the crops would remain. If it was a lean year, life would be very difficult.
However, even though life was hard, it still had to go on.
Will never imagined he would go to war.
The lord, a nobleman, went to war with another nobleman. When the war broke out, he directly summoned all the farmers under his rule. In such a short period of one or two days, they were transformed from farmers into temporary soldiers. Then, they were given a cleaver and sent directly to the battlefield.
Will, who had been farming his whole life, could not possibly become a qualified soldier after only a day or two of training – it was impossible, that little training was of little use.
Moreover, the weapons of regular soldiers were not simply cleavers given to them to go to battle.
Will understood very well that he was forcibly called to the battlefield by the noble lords and knights, to be used as cannon fodder.
Unlike the noble lords and knights, who would not be in mortal danger even if they lost the battle, as long as they paid enough ransom, they could return.
For temporary soldiers like Will, who were forcibly conscripted as cannon fodder, no one would care if they died. In the eyes of the noble lords and knights, he represented merely a number, tens, or hundreds of numbers, representing a hundred or so peasant soldiers.
Will wielded a cleaver and fought on the battlefield. He had already prepared himself to die, but then he saw a child on the battlefield.
This child looked about seven or eight years old, and was very well-formed. Will could see that his skin was much fairer than any girl Will had ever seen.
White as jade.
Will was stunned for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses.
How could a child appear on the battlefield?
—Actually, when the noble lords recruited soldiers before the war, they did not refrain from forcibly recruiting children to the battlefield. But the problem was not whether they went to the battlefield, but that they could not suddenly appear on the battlefield.
A child suddenly appearing on the battlefield, Will could not think of any explanation other than a witch or a devil.
And witches were to be burned alive on the stake by the Holy See.
Often, women were accused of being witches and ended up dying on the stake.
Witches were like that, and male witches—though Will had never heard of them, but a sudden appearance on the scene could only be considered a male witch.
—Perhaps, after all, this child looked only seven or eight years old, and did not have obvious features like an Adam's apple that would definitively identify him as male. It was also possible, and highly probable, that he was a girl disguised as a boy.
Otherwise, why would his skin be fairer than a woman's?
This was what Will thought.
Then he saw several knights charging out, as if to slay this child.
On one side were the well-trained knights, recognized by the lord, possessing the lowest rank of nobility.
On the other side was a child who looked frail and powerless.
Even with Will's limited intelligence and experience, he felt he could guess the outcome of a battle between these two.
This child was doomed.
A trace of regret flashed through Will's mind.
When beautiful things are destroyed, regret naturally arises, and it also evokes sympathy.
Will's thoughts were also shared by many peasant soldiers present.
They could hardly bear to watch the knights' swords sever the child's head.
But what happened next far exceeded Will's expectations.
A sharp scream rang out. This scream, which sounded entirely like an adult's, not a child's, made Will puzzled.
The outcome of the situation did not seem to be as he had imagined.
Will couldn't help but turn his head to look, and the scene shocked him greatly.
In the child's hand appeared a small, cyan sword. This small sword, which looked like a toy, moved with astonishing speed. Soon, the sword itself was invisible, and only a flash of cyan light was seen.
Then, those knights who were usually high and mighty, whom Will had to bow to and not dare to look up at, were one by one, either pierced through the chest by the cyan light, or pierced through the head.
The armor that could withstand the cleaver attacks of the knights countless times, the exquisite and expensive armor that could be passed down as heirlooms, was like tofu in front of the cyan light, easily broken.
Before it was broken, it had not served any purpose.
It was as if they were pierced through instantly without any defense, unable to even offer the slightest resistance.
Several knights, who had charged in excitedly, were killed by the child in less than a moment.
This stark contrast, this reversal, turned Will's regret, his belief that the child would surely not escape this calamity, into immense shock!
He felt a shock beyond ordinary people, a sense of disbelief, and the accompanying fear!
What was that cyan light?
Why could it so easily pierce through a knight's armor?
Could it be a sorcerer as advertised by the Holy See? Or a devilish figure?
Sorcerer! Devil!
This child, who only looked like a child on the surface, was definitely a devil from hell.
And not just any devil, but a high-ranking devil, a demon king!
Limited by the knowledge of a farmer, Will could only judge what kind of being the child before him was based on what he had heard from the priest at the church.
Clearly, no child could easily kill these knights with their own power.