King Zhao Xian had solid confidence.
According to Lin Fan’s guess, after being crazily kicked dozens of tis, the other party must have gone crying ho to daddy, borrowed all these treasures, and finally had the courage to co for revenge.
Lin Fan thought that cultivation itself was all about seizing each other’s opportunities.
Therefore, if King Zhao Xian willingly delivered himself to his doorstep, how could Lin Fan refuse?
Even if he offended Ye Zhen Tian, so what?
This was the Life and Death Platform; life and death were shouldered by oneself. Even if one died, they couldn’t bla anyone else.
No matter how furious Ye Zhen Tian was, he couldn’t do anything to him.
At this mont.
King Zhao Xian couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to strike. He had tolerated Lin Fan for far too long; the throbbing pain on his face constantly reminded him that this person must die.
"Go die!"
In an instant.
King Zhao Xian unleashed the Nine Dragons Invincible Emperor Fist, a fist technique classified as an Imperial Dynasty Immortal Technique, transcending mortal martial arts. It required the dynasty’s support of fortune to successfully cultivate.
This was also due to King Zhao Xian’s exceptional lineage; otherwise, he could never have cultivated it.
Six golden dragon phantoms coiled around King Zhao Xian’s body. He had only reached the Six Dragons Realm, but when perfected, nine dragons would entwine, and though the power might not shake heaven and earth, it would still rival minor divine skills.
Lin Fan possessed the Earth Gang Fist Technique, but this particular fist technique was inconvenient to use for now. After all, it was the foundational fist technique of the Gangtian Immortal Sect, so deploying it and being recognized could cause quite a bit of trouble.
After this battle ended, it seed he needed to venture outside and gain so experience. By then, explaining everything would be much easier.
Thus, he could only use his Fist Skill, an Innate-level mortal martial art.
However, due to his imnse mana reserves, even a mortal martial art exploded with shocking power.
’A fist as vast as heaven and earth.’
Lin Fan’s punch carried an extraordinary montum, as if the entirety of heaven and earth condensed into this single blow. Deploying the Fist Skill required an imposing air akin to swallowing rivers and mountains—the stronger the aura, the more potent the force.
From the audience below.
"I didn’t expect Junior Brother’s mana to be so imnse, that even a mortal martial art could exhibit such power," Yang Gang exclaid, relieved after witnessing his junior’s display of strength.
Yet this relief was fleeting.
King Zhao Xian had yet to unleash his most ferocious techniques, and if he did, it was uncertain whether Junior Brother could endure.
Bam!
Back on the platform.
King Zhao Xian was forced to retreat repeatedly, losing out in the contest, overwheld backward by Lin Fan’s strikes. He had been bested in terms of mana.
"Quite the kid—I was wondering where your confidence ca from. Turns out, it’s your robust mana that makes you so cocky."
"But this ends now."
With a flip of King Zhao Xian’s hand, a Ruyi Treasure floated into the air, emanating dragon and tiger energy.
Upon seeing this, Yang Gang exclaid in shock, "That’s the Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi, a Top Grade magical treasure forged by slaying the Black Water Giant Python and Qiankun Mountain Tiger King, using their tendons and bones for refinent, while sealing their souls inside. Although it’s rely a Top Grade treasure, it faintly carries the potential to evolve into a Spiritual Treasure."
The crowd grew anxious.
They couldn’t fathom how many treasures Ye Zhen Tian had lent King Zhao Xian.
Junior Brother might be in real danger.
Lin Fan stood his ground with the Flowing Light Saber in hand, utterly unfazed. Rather, he laughed and taunted, "Xiao Zhao, now I understand the source of your courage—it’s your daddy backing you up."
"But honestly, you’re truly disappointing."
"I, Lin Fan, as a disciple of Xuanjian Peak, own no treasures apart from this Middle Grade magic blade—Flowing Light Saber—gifted to by Senior Brother. Yet, with just this blade, I’ll end your life here. No amount of external relics will change your fate."
His words, spoken with unwavering righteousness, struck a chord with the observing disciples, who nodded silently in agreent. Indeed, Zhen Tian Peak was being rather overbearing, but then again, they were wealthy—what could anyone do about it?
The catch was, most of them had bet on King Zhao Xian to win, so he absolutely had to erge victorious.
"Hmph! Sharp-tongued brat, flaunting words for a mont of glory," King Zhao Xian sneered dismissively. Empowering the Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi with mana, the treasure erupted with light as the phantoms of the python and tiger soared into the air, advancing towards Lin Fan with a fierce sweep.
"Hahaha, a re python dares claim itself a dragon? The audacity is laughable," Lin Fan roared, unleashing his Innate Divine Ability—Sprint Burst—to its maximum speed, transforming into flickering afterimages and charging straight at King Zhao Xian.
While the speed of this strike paled in comparison to when employing the Sound-breaking Demon Saber Technique, it was fast enough. The python and tiger phantoms locked onto Lin Fan, pursuing with earth-shattering roars and growls that jarred one’s concentration.
The python tail lashed out, but Lin Fan struck out with a palm. Hundreds of years’ worth of mana surged forth to clash against the tail, producing a thunderous explosion.
In the blink of an eye.
Lin Fan appeared before King Zhao Xian, raising a blade and slicing down. Yet, the mont the blade descended, he shifted his stance, abruptly reappearing behind King Zhao Xian, slashing at his neck instead.
In the flash of a mont.
Everything unfolded at almost impossible speed.
Lin Fan knew King Zhao Xian wore the Golden Silk Radiant Armor, which could shield his body against the strike. But the head without protection—surely it wouldn’t pose resistance.
To his surprise.
Just as the blade was about to land, light erupted from King Zhao Xian’s body, forcefully deflecting the sword.
"Damn it," Lin Fan frowned, realizing the Golden Silk Radiant Armor was far more formidable than he had anticipated. Simultaneously, his Innate Divine Ability, Sudden Shock, triggered a sense of danger.
He swiftly retreated.
A blade of light skimd past Lin Fan’s face.
Lin Fan glanced down at his chest to see a shallow wound. If not for his divine ability, his body might have been split in two.
"Hahaha, what now? Did you think you could kill ?" King Zhao Xian pretended to remain calm, though inwardly panicked. Monts ago, he had indeed felt death looming near.
This brat’s cultivation was terrifying.
If not for the treasures his senior brother had loaned, he would have already perished on the Life and Death Platform.
The Golden Silk Radiant Armor protected him from the lethal blade, but it was rely armor. Even so, he sustained so minor injuries from the imnse mana embedded in Lin Fan’s strike—not serious, but visible nonetheless.
Swish!
Swish!
A long sword circled around King Zhao Xian, shifting between wisps of cloud and sharp blade formation.
Xi Xi stared at the sword in disbelief and exclaid, "Flying Smoke Spirit Sword! This is a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact, and Ye Zhen Tian lent it to him? This is no fair duel at all!"
"Junior Sister, what fairness is there to speak of in this situation? We should never have allowed Junior Brother on the stage," Yang Gang clenched his fists tightly, overco with frustration.
...
Lin Fan’s chest injury miraculously healed, thanks to his powerful Quick Recovery innate ability.
"Impressive, this is my first encounter with a spiritual artifact. Its power is certainly beyond expectations," Lin Fan remarked with a laugh, an expression that left the observing disciples flabbergasted.
Was he truly scared senseless by the spiritual artifact?
None of them had anticipated Ye Zhen Tian to even lend King Zhao Xian a spiritual artifact.
"Hmph, you re boy pretending to act indifferent. Soon, you’ll be headless. This Flying Smoke Spirit Sword isn’t sothing you can defend against."
King Zhao Xian brimd with confidence, convinced of his inevitable victory. Although his cultivation at the Heavenly Destiny Realm limited him from unleashing the sword’s full power, it was undoubtedly sufficient to overpower this brat.
The sword required a cultivator in the Immortal Triple Realm to reveal its complete potential.
"Talking to you achieves nothing but letting you breathe a little longer. Enough of this—go die."
King Zhao Xian’s expression turned cold, gazing at Lin Fan as if he were an insignificant ant. Forming a sword technique seal with his fingers, the Flying Smoke Spirit Sword vanished in a flash, charging ahead.
Its speed was extraordinary.
Lin Fan gripped the Flowing Light Saber, waiting for an opening.
Crack!
As the Flying Smoke Spirit Sword approached him, it suddenly shattered, dispersing into cloud-like smoke that spread out, obscuring Lin Fan’s vision.
Out of nowhere.
A dazzling and dangerous blade of light cut through the thick smokey mist.
Sudden Shock activated.
Lin Fan evaded to the side, his feet scraping against the ground and one palm stabilizing his position. He then lifted his gaze.
"Sound-breaking Demon Saber Technique."
In an instant, Lin Fan vanished from his position.
Yet the Flying Smoke Spirit Sword seed to have foreseen Lin Fan’s movents, quickly solidifying and hurtling toward an unoccupied point where Lin Fan was about to erge.
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