Top-tier Unruly Master

Since the opponent wanted him dead, Ding Fan had no intention of showing mercy.

With a stern face, Ding Fan looked at Fanjing. "Today, you must die!"

Fanjing's gaze sharpened, but then almost without any warning, he moved. His figure suddenly blurred, and by the time everyone could see clearly, Fanjing had vanished from his original spot.

"Holy shit, was that instantaneous movement?" the onlookers exclaimed in astonishment, their eyes wide.

"That's not quite instantaneous movement," a seasoned martial artist beside the one who had just spoken said. "Fanjing's movement technique is so fast that our eyes can't keep up with him, so it gives us the illusion that he's disappeared on the spot. In reality, it's just that Fanjing is too fast."

"To be that fast, is he even human?" the previous person marveled in amazement.

"The realm of an Earth Level Expert is beyond the reach of us Human Level Martial Artists."

...

At that moment, Fanjing had increased his speed many times over. He knew clearly that he wanted to win with speed, to finish off Ding Fan with a longsword before he could react.

However, Fanjing had made a mistake in his strategy; comparing speed with Ding Fan was akin to seeking death.

Boom... The crowd only saw Ding Fan suddenly lift his leg, and with that action, a figure suddenly appeared. Then, it was kicked away again.

Bang... This time, not only was Fanjing kicked flying by Ding Fan, but he also couldn't hold back anymore and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.

Even an iron man would not have been able to withstand such blows from Ding Fan, let alone Fanjing who had just been kicked hard twice.

"Elder Brother Fanjing..."

At this moment, several Upper Xuan Sect disciples with darkened faces quickly ran over to help Fanjing up from the dust on the ground.

"Get back!" Fanjing roared, furious. He used his Inner Strength to repel the Upper Xuan Sect disciples who were trying to help him.

The dark-faced men and others were pushed back by Fanjing, and for a moment, they didn't dare to come forward again. When Fanjing lost his temper, they truly didn't dare to rush forward.

Fanjing truly felt he was losing face now.

In front of so many people, he had been kicked away by Ding Fan, not just once but twice, and during the last exchange, he was even kicked so hard that he vomited blood.

Fanjing had originally planned to use Ding Fan to establish his authority, but now it seemed that not only had he failed to assert his dominance, he had been publicly humiliated instead.

Picking up the longsword from the ground with a fierce spit of bloody saliva, Fanjing glared at Ding Fan with anger surging in his eyes.

"Elder Brother Fanjing, although this kid is good with speed, he definitely can't match your cultivation," the dark-faced man reminded Fanjing.

The man had seen both instances when Ding Fan kicked Fanjing flying. Ding Fan had taken advantage of speed and anticipation to gain the upper hand.

To the dark-faced man, Ding Fan was just in his early twenties. At such an age, even if his cultivation was high, it could not possibly be higher than Fanjing's.

Keep in mind, Fanjing was cultivated with the resources of a Sect, and the Sect nurturing him was none other than the Upper Xuan Sect, a top power in the Ancient Martial World.

No matter how you looked at it, the young Ding Fan could not possibly match Fanjing. If it came to a contest of Inner Strength, the dark-faced man believed, Ding Fan had no chance of winning.

Upon hearing the dark-faced man's words, Fanjing's eyes lit up. He quickly grasped this point.

The reason he had been knocked down twice was not because Ding Fan's cultivation was overwhelmingly powerful, but because Ding Fan had made highly accurate predictions. If he forced a contest of Inner Strength, Fanjing was confident he could crush Ding Fan on the spot.

Fanjing, whose confidence had been shaken by the beating, now rekindled his fighting spirit. He held his longsword horizontally and looked at Ding Fan with fierce determination in his eyes.

"Boy, to have pushed me this far, even in death, you should feel honored."

Ding Fan looked at Fanjing with disdain. "Spare me the talk. If you've got the guts, then come at me!"

Fanjing quickly charged at Ding Fan, and when he was still at a distance, he channeled all his Inner Strength into his longsword. A formidable wave of Inner Strength erupted, overwhelming the space as it struck towards Ding Fan.

Ding Fan understood why Fanjing was doing this; he wanted to force a clash of Inner Strength.

In fact, if Fanjing only knew that Ding Fan's cultivation was close to the peak of Earth Level martial artists, he might have regretted his decision deeply.

An Earth Level third-grade martial artist daring to contend with Ding Fan in Inner Strength.

However, Ding Fan did not choose to compete with Fanjing in Inner Strength. With Qu Waner and Qin Min not far from him, should he engage in a contest of Inner Strength with Fanjing, they would surely be injured.

Hence, Ding Fan scooped up the two women in one arm each, and with a flicker, he dodged the descending strike of Fanjing's longsword.

Boom...

Just as Ding Fan had dodged, Fanjing's longsword smashed into the ground where Ding Fan had been standing, creating a deep pit.

Dust rose up in clouds...

The onlookers witnessed Fanjing's display of Inner Strength and were left speechless by its might. If that struck a person, how could they possibly survive?

At the same time, they couldn't help but admire Ding Fan's evasion skills, having narrowly escaped in the nick of time.

"Elder Brother Fanjing, as expected, the kid can't keep up with you in Inner Strength. You can't give this kiddo a chance," the dark-faced man exclaimed excitedly when he saw Ding Fan dodge Fanjing's strike.

At that moment the dark-faced man truly believed he found Ding Fan's weakness.

Fanjing was already speaking while pursuing Ding Fan with his longsword immediately after Ding Fan dodged.

Swish, swish, swish...

Just as Ding Fan had not yet steadied himself, Fanjing's longsword charged towards him, slashing to kill.

Ding Fan furrowed his brows, annoyed that Fanjing still hadn't let up. If it weren't for his concern over Qu Waner and Qin Min, Ding Fan could have killed someone like Fanjing in an instant.

At that moment, Ding Fan was cradling one person in each arm; he really had no way to withstand Fanjing's attacks, so he chose to dodge again.

For a while, within the arena, Fanjing brandished his longsword, relentlessly pursuing Ding Fan, who, worried about injuring Qu Waner and Qin Min, could only dodge left and right. The two of them, one chasing and the other fleeing, made for a spectacular fight.

At this, the onlookers all retreated far away.

Fanjing had virtually gone mad by then, regarding nothing else as he swung his longsword in circles. To avoid injury, the crowd kept their distance.

Although, within the arena, Ding Fan appeared to be in grave danger as he was pursued by Fanjing, the reality was quite the opposite. The adversary's cultivation was limited, and Ding Fan was able to calmly deal with the sword beams. It was for this reason that Ding Fan didn't take the risk of throwing the two women aside; he was waiting for the right opportunity.

After five or six minutes of intense fighting, Ding Fan finally spotted an opening and vigorously feigned a move as if to escape.

Fanjing, who by this point had eyes red with bloodlust, couldn't possibly let Ding Fan get away. Without delay, Fanjing's figure flickered, intercepting Ding Fan from the front.

In the moment that his opponent blocked him, Ding Fan violently threw the two women in his arms in another direction.

With that throw, Ding Fan used quite a bit of force, and Qu Waner and Qin Min were hurled more than ten meters away.

Because Ding Fan had used a lifting force when throwing the two women, Qu Waner and Qin Min were able to regain control of their bodies in mid-air and landed steadily on the ground.

"Die!" Seeing Ding Fan throw the two women, and with no retreat or place to dodge, Fanjing held his longsword with both hands and swung it down fiercely toward Ding Fan's head.

Those around him all began to sweat for Ding Fan.

One should know that Fanjing's longsword was a Fourth Grade Artifact of Attack that possessed immense attack power. Coupled with Fanjing's Earth Level third grade cultivation, the combined attack power was utterly terrifying.

"Elder Brother Ye!"

"Elder Brother Ye!"...

Qu Waner and Qin Min, who had been thrown by Ding Fan, cried out immediately.

The man with the dark face smirked; to him, Ding Fan was certainly cornered. He could almost visualize Ding Fan being split in half.

Remembering his previous humiliation at the hands of Ding Fan, the man with the dark face felt a rush of vindication, almost as if he were the one who would soon cleave Ding Fan in two.

Boom, boom, boom...

Fanjing's sword strike caused the ground to shake violently.

Dust filled the air all around, enveloping the entire arena so that no one could see inside.

Even though the onlookers were far away, the sheer force of the strike and the resulting gusts still stung their faces, demonstrating just how powerful Fanjing's attack had been.

"With that hit, that guy is definitely dead!" The man with the dark face said as he looked toward the arena, where he couldn't see inside, but he could guess that no one could withstand Fanjing's full-powered strike.

"Elder Brother Ye!" Qin Min stared blankly at the dust inside the arena, her eyes welling up with tears.

Qu Waner also stood there, tears streaming down her face.

After such a powerful strike, how could Ding Fan possibly survive...

As the dust slowly settled, footsteps emerged from the arena, and a figure walked out at a leisurely pace.

The surrounding crowd turned their gaze in that direction.

Light glimmered blue by the figure's side. Some recognized it as the glow emitted by Fanjing's Artifact of Attack.

Upon seeing the figure emerging, the dark-faced man started to laugh triumphantly. "To kill that brat in such an over-the-top manner might be overkill, but after this shock, no one will dare oppose the Upper Xuan Sect again!"

The disciples of the Upper Xuan Sect echoed his sentiment.

"Glory to the Upper Xuan Sect!"

"Fanjing Brother is mighty..."

...

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, your Upper Xuan Sect is still worth nothing at all!" said the figure emerging from the dust with disdain.

"That voice... That voice..." The man with the dark face was stunned.

He was very familiar with Fanjing's voice, but the voice he heard now was not Fanjing's at all.

"Elder Brother Ye... Elder Brother Ye!" At that moment, Qin Min's eyes widened and tears streamed down her face.

Qu Waner also shed tears. They both recognized clearly that the voice belonged to Ding Fan.

As the figure walked out of the dust, the crowd could clearly see the person's face.

The person carrying the longsword who emerged... who else could it be if not Ding Fan?