Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?!-Chapter 348: Updated*

"What was that?" Qin Shi Huang frowned.

He turned towards Zhao Lusi and then asked. "What did he just do? Is that one of your baffling moves?"

Zhao Lusi shared the same baffled expression.

She stared at the sky, then shook her head slowly.

"I told you already," she muttered. "I haven’t taught that boy anything yet."

High above the stage, Fang Yuan rolled his neck once making a crack sound echoing like a snapped twig in the hushed air.

Next he flexed his hands, tendons shifting under taut skin as his fingers popped one by one. Crack. Crack.

He looked down at Fang Tian and then raised his bare hand.

The air trembled and slowly a pentagram appeared.

Then a second.

A third.

In the blink of an eye, ten glowing pentagrams formed in the sky, rotating slowly, radiating terrifying pressure.

Fang Tian’s teeth ground together.

"Damn it—!"

He surged forward again, spear flashing as he started slicing the pentagrams apart.

One down then a second.

Third. Fourth. Fifth.

But before the fragments even faded, more pentagrams descended.

One after another.

Fang Yuan stood calmly above, his hand were barely moving as new Star forms continued to form and rain down endlessly.

The spectators were frozen, at a single glance, they could figure that the pentagrams consumed a lot of qi yet there seemed to be no end to it.

"How much spiritual qi does he even have?"

"This is absurd..."

"That reserve... is monstrous."

"Is this what Hollow Spirit is like?"

Fang Tian’s breathing grew ragged and his movements slowed down.

His hands on his spear began to tremble but giving up now meant dead. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

He grit his teeth and braced for more to rain down.

High above, Fang Yuan looked down with a faint, knowing smile.

"First lesson—" his voice rolled like thunder, "in no universe will you ever surpass me. Keep living in my shadow."

The last word fell, and light bloomed.

Hundreds of pentagrams, Tyrant Light Sword, Second Form: Star form, descended like a storm of burning constellations.

Fang Tian roared defiance.

Planting his spear into the ground, he drew every ounce of Qi he had left.

"Nine-Gates Soaring Dragon Roar!"

Fang Tian roared as he thrust his spear skyward.

Qi exploded from his body in violent waves. In the next breath, nine spectral dragons burst forth, each one a streak of molten gold, their bodies coiling and spiraling upward as they charged into the descending pentagrams.

The sky erupted as dragons slammed into the glowing formations head-on.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

The first pentagram shattered, the second cracked apart under sheer force.

The third detonated into fragments of light.

Thunder rolled through the arena as dragon roars drowned everything else.

Sparks burst like fireworks, light splintered, and shockwaves rippled outward, tearing at the air itself.

Fang Tian pushed forward, veins bulging, spear spinning as he struck again and again.

"Break—!" he shouted, cleaving through a fourth, then a fifth.

But they did not stop as more descended in an unending stream.

Fang Tian’s breathing grew ragged as he cut down the sixth.

The seventh.

The eighth.

Each strike grew heavier. Each clash stole more strength.

CRACK!!

Just then a sharp, ugly sound rang out.

Fang Tian froze.

He looked down just in time to see fractures spiderwebbing along the shaft of his spear.

"No—!"

The spear shattered in his hands, fragments exploding outward as the next pentagram slammed into his chest and blood sprayed.

Then another struck his side and another smashed into his back.

He screamed as his body was flung downward.

The tenth hit him mid-air.

The eleventh followed before he could even scream again.

By the time the seventeenth pentagram struck, Fang Tian crashed into the stage like a falling star.

Blood splattered across the cracked platform as his body skidded violently across the ground, coming to a halt in a broken heap.

Above, the last pentagrams faded slowly, as if nothing extraordinary had just occurred.

And at the center of the devastation lay Fang Tian, desperately gasping for breath.

The fight was over and silence soon reigned the battlefield.

Fang Yuan lowered his hand and looked down, eyes calm.

"Each one," he said evenly, "was for every year I raised you."

"And my second lesson—thanks to you—is that I intend to change the Tyrant Light Sword, Second Form’s name to Starfall. I like my move names to be literal. You should be honored."

Then his lips curved into a faint smirk.

"...I surrender."

The words landed like a slap as it was a surrender in name only.

Yet those were the rules they had agreed upon. The loser had to surrender.

With that, Fang Yuan turned toward Zhao Mei. Her expression was strained.

Even she hadn’t expected the outcome to turn out like this.

At most, considering both were at the Hollow Spirit Realm, she had expected Fang Yuan to hold on long enough for her to gauge Fang Tian’s strength.

Instead, he had gone beyond that and utterly overwhelmed him, shattering the poor boy without even giving him a chance to strike back.

This also placed a strain on their relationship with the Soaring Dragon Sect, especially since their sect leader was present, and Fang Tian was his disciple.

On the ground, Fang Yuan thought quietly as he took in the image of Fang Tian lying on the ground,

If only you hadn’t mentioned that I was your heart demon... perhaps I would have deliberately tried to lose.

He looked up and smiled toward where his master sat.

Zhao Lusi looked pleased but the man beside her did not.

To Fang Yuan, Fang Tian was someone who possibly carried Heaven’s Will.

From the Three-Year Promise. Rapid improvement after being stagnant for ages. And even the classic grandparent-in-a-ring fortune. It was as if the stories in novels had come to life.

Fang Yuan believed it was likely because of his own existence that Fang Tian’s path had not been smooth but that same fact had also turned him into an enemy after a series of events.

Now, instead of two brothers, they were like mortal rivals.

And Fang Yuan had become Fang Tian’s heart demon.

Risking two Enlightenment Pills to continue being Fang Tian’s heart demon? That was indeed worth the trouble.

Being his heart demon is my only advantage right now.

His gaze flicked briefly to the system inventory.

[Hollow Spirit Pill ×8]

And you too, system, he added silently.

He had consumed a Hollow Spirit Pill earlier, using its immense qi as a healing medium.

By any standard, it was a waste but to Fang Yuan, it had been a truly worthy investment.