Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?!-Chapter 347: Updated*

Fang Tian lunged the moment Fang Yuan’s qi stirred. His spear tore through the air with a roar, the sound splitting the courtyard like a thunderclap.

Each step he took left cracks on the stone floor.

Fang Yuan leapt upward, gathering momentum, both hands tightening around the hilt as he raised the sword overhead.

The blade flared with blinding brilliance, light condensing into a single, ruthless edge and slashed downward. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Tyrant Light Sword—First Form!"

The world seemed to narrow.

"Divine Line!"

A straight beam of sword light tore downward, splitting the air as if the heavens themselves had been cleaved.

The pressure alone made the stage tremble, cracks spiderwebbing beneath Fang Yuan’s feet.

Fang Tian’s eyes widened as he stopped in his track and raised his spear to block.

The impact exploded outward, a violent shockwave ripping across the arena.

Zhao Mei lifted her hand in an instant and a translucent barrier bloomed into existence.

The raging shockwave when crashed into it, vanished as if swallowed by an abyss.

Inside the barrier, the light faded.

Fang Yuan and Fang Tian stood facing each other once more.

Fang Tian’s spear lowered slightly as he stared at his brother, eyes cold.

"You’re weak, brother," he said bluntly. "Unlike you, I don’t let go of my opponents. I finish what I start."

Fang Yuan exhaled through his nose, blood dripping slowly from his wounded shoulder.

"Enough nonsense," he replied calmly. "Second form."

He lifted his sword.

"Tyrant Light Sword—Star Form."

Five razor-thin lines of sword light burst outward, converging midair.

In a breath, they locked into a glowing pentagram that hummed with destructive intent before shooting straight at Fang Tian.

Fang Tian’s eyes blazed.

"Are you looking down on me? I grew up mastering that technique, show me something new!"

He shot upward, twisting midair as his spear spun once, a streak of silver cutting through the sky.

With one fluid motion, he slashed downward shattering it like glass under his strike, fragments of light scattering before fading into nothing.

The pentagram burst apart, its energy dissipating harmlessly behind him.

Fang Tian landed lightly, voice cold.

"Is this all you’ve got? You’ve grown weak, brother. Then let me remind you what real strength looks like."

Fang Yuan’s grip tightened, veins bulging along his wrist.

In the next instant, he exploded forward.

His steps left faint afterimages on the ground, his sword dancing in sharp, unpredictable arcs.

Fang Tian met him head-on.

His spear blurred into motion, like a storm of thrusts and arcs that whistled through the dust.

Fang Yuan slashed upward, but the shaft intercepted cleanly.

Fang Tian twisted his wrists, deflecting the blow, then turned his weapon into a stabbing motion that shot straight for Fang Yuan’s chest.

Fang Yuan planted his heel and twisted, the thrust slicing past his robes by a hair’s breadth.

He countered instantly with a diagonal slash aimed for Fang Tian’s shoulder.

The spear twisted again, shaft turning just in time to parry, the metal biting against the blade’s edge.

Fang Tian pressed forward building momentum behind every step.

A sweeping strike cut low toward Fang Yuan’s legs once more as Fang Yuan leapt back, his boot barely missing the spinning spearhead, and crashed down with a reverse swing that targeted Fang Tian’s ribs.

Before it landed, Fang Tian rotated the spear inward, catching the sword’s flat side.

The weapons locked for a breath and then Fang Tian’s knee snapped upward, striking Fang Yuan squarely in the chest.

The impact threw him back several steps.

Dust scattered beneath Fang Yuan’s boots as he slid back but Fang Tian was already in motion.

His arms blurred, spear twisting from defense to attack in a single seamless motion.

A sharp step forward, a half-turn of the wrist, and the spear thrust out like lightning.

The tip split the air with a high, whistling crack, closing the distance before Fang Yuan could fully regain balance.

Fang Yuan raised his sword to parry, but it was too late, too futile. The spearhead slipped past his guard, striking his wounded shoulder.

Blood erupted in a dark spray, splattering across the cracked tiles. The force of the impact spun him halfway around, pain burning through his arm like fire.

Fang Yuan grimaced, teeth clenched, as blood burst out.

Fang Yuan’s sword trembled violently in his grip while his stance faltered.

Already forced to fight with his non-dominant hand, now his balance was completely broken.

Fang Tian pressed in, smashing the spear shaft against Fang Yuan’s blade and knocking it aside.

He followed with a brutal shoulder check to which Fang Yuan lost his footing.

He crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, the sound echoing across the stage.

When the dust rose slowly, Fang Yuan lay there, chest heaving, blood soaking into the stone beneath him.

Above him, Fang Tian stood tall, spear angled downward.

Fang Tian straightened, confidence surging through him like a rising tide.

For years, Fang Yuan had been an insurmountable wall in his heart after his banishment. A shadow that loomed over every step, every breath.

He had always blamed himself for being too weak, not being able to save Qin Yuyan’s brother despite being there himself.

But now, that wall was cracked.

Seeing Fang Yuan sprawled on the ground, bloodied and struggling, something inside Fang Tian shifted.

The weight pressing on his spirit began to loosen, flaking away piece by piece.

So this is it, he thought, exhilaration blooming in his chest.

My heart demon... is finally breaking. I’ve overcome you brother. Now the only way I have is forward!

For a cultivator, overcoming a heart demon was no small matter.

It was a leap forward on the path. A victory not just of strength, but of will.

This moment would echo far into Fang Tian’s future.

He looked down at Fang Yuan and spoke, voice steady, almost generous.

"Surrender," he said. "I’ll spare your live if you do. Consider it repayment for all the nurturing you once gave me."

Fang Yuan coughed, blood splattering onto the stone.

Then he laughed softly.

"Surrender?" he repeated hoarsely. "Me?"

And the next instant, he vanished to the void.

Fang Tian’s eyes snapped upward where Fang Yuan reappeared.

High above, Fang Yuan stood in the air, his robes fluttering gently.

He looked down at Fang Tian, a faint smile on his lips.

"Have you ever," Fang Yuan asked calmly, "seen me surrender?"