Dragon Sovereign

Ye Xuan thought she had misheard, and her voice was trembling.    

"Yes." The staff nodded seriously and said, "Miss, the match is about to start. Please bet. If you don't want to bet, you can watch directly." With that, the staff looked like he was about to leave.    

"Wait." Ye Xuan called out to the man, then looked at the girl beside her and said: "Lingling, give me ten purple coins."    

"Miss, what are you planning to do?" Zi Ling became vigilant after hearing this.    

"I want to bet." The name, Feng Ling, had been echoing in her mind for the past few days, and the battle between Feng Ling and Zhang Tingfei had always appeared in her mind. She could not believe that a good-for-nothing would suddenly possess such powerful strength, and it directly caused Zhang Tingfei to lose.    

The difference in this period of time was too great. Now that she heard that Feng Ling came to the Martial Arts Hall and became the dark horse of this place that had always created miracles, her heart was slightly restless. She decided to support Feng Ling once.    

"Miss but …" The girl originally wanted to say that this was all she had, but seeing Ye Xuan's determined look, she could only take it out from her body and put it in Ye Xuan's palm.    

A smile appeared on Ye Xuan's face, she handed it to the staff member and said: "I bet my money on Feng Ling's victory."    

The staff member nodded. After registering, he walked towards the next person.    

Ten minutes later, the whistling sound rang out and the judge once again landed on the stage. His sharp gaze swept across the entire stadium as he directly said: "The contestants have entered the arena."    

Zhang Fan opened his eyes as the man finished speaking. A purple light flashed in his black pupils. He flicked his sleeves and walked outside. At this moment, a calm voice rang out.    

"Hmph." His voice was thick with disdain.    

Zhang Fan didn't even bother to turn his head back. He really couldn't be bothered to care about someone like Ye Xiwen who had emotions. Even if he had tyrannical strength, there were still a lot of people who wanted to kill him in his' past life ', but in the end, he was still alive and well …    

Wang Luo looked at Zhang Fan's disappearing figure with a stunned expression. However, his expression soon became gloomy. The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer. He was thinking about how to make Zhang Fan hang around here.    

"Lingling, do you see it? It's really him, it's really Feng Ling." Ye Xuan looked at the white-robed teenager who was standing on the stage with his hands behind his back in disbelief.    

"Yes, miss, I saw it." Zi Ling nodded lightly with some surprise in her eyes. At this moment, no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't tell that this was that good-for-nothing youth …    

"Master, do you think he can really …" Amongst the audience, Zhang Mo Ben looked down with a grim expression. His hands were clenched tightly as he stared at the white-robed youth. He was unwilling to accept this outcome; how did Feng Ling manage to achieve such great results in such a short period of time?    

"No matter what, he must die." Zhang Mo Ben's voice was cold, causing the man beside him to tremble.    

"He is also from the Martial Ancestor Realm. If he can't even defeat this young man, it would be a bit unreasonable …"    

On the battle stage, the middle-aged man glanced at the two of them before starting to descend and descend.    

"Brat …" Wang Luo wasn't in a hurry to make his move. A cold smile appeared on his indifferent face. He looked coldly at Zhang Fan and said, "Today, I will destroy you once again."    

Zhang Fan looked at Wang Luo, who was staring back at him with cold eyes. His expression did not change at all, but the aura that was fluctuating around Wang Luo was definitely causing Zhang Fan's heart to tremble.    

Perhaps he had arrived at a young age, but the person he was truly afraid of had yet to appear. No matter how powerful a person was, he would still go through the difficulties. If he could not escape, then he would be an assassin, he would be an assassin, he would have a keen observation, and if the other party was careless by even a little bit, then it would be like a sudden rain of attacks on him.    

Wang Luo's expression was amazed, and his eyes revealed a look of disbelief. His own words had provoked his opponent, as if his opponent was not afraid at all. However, this was even better.    

A black light slowly appeared around his body as his right hand slowly pulled the weapon off his back. This weapon was similar to a trident, but it looked even more strange. As the energy flowed through the weapon, it began to flow with a dark aura, giving it a mysterious feeling.    

Wang Luo's gaze swept over Zhang Fan like lightning. His lips curled up even higher as his indifferent voice rang out. "Take out your weapon!"    

"Let's see if your strength is worthy or not." Zhang Fan's voice was indifferent. His gaze swept across Wang Luo as a resolute expression slowly appeared on his slightly immature face.    

A resplendent purple glow slowly appeared on his body. Zhang Fan's innate aura began to circulate once more. His expression became even more indifferent.    

"What an arrogant brat." Zhang Luo laughed coldly. Zhang Fan's words caused him to feel a bit of fury in his heart. He had been looked down upon by a young man …    

The weird trident in his hand trembled slightly, and the black light became even more intense. He let out a low growl, and his body also began to revolt.    

Zhang Fan's heart trembled, and the wariness in his eyes became even stronger. Under the pressure of the air pressure, the Qi tornado in his body started to spin even faster.    

"It should be more stressful." Under such pressure, not only did he not feel any fear, but his black eyes were instead filled with urgency. If the pressure was even greater, he had a feeling that he might be able to break through.    

"Drink!    

The trident trembled even more violently. Wang Luo stared at Zhang Fan in disbelief. Zhang Fan did not seem to be afraid at all. What he saw made him feel a sense of urgency.    

The black silhouette was as fast as the wind, and the trident in his hand carried a strange force as it swept towards Zhang Fan.    

Zhang Fan's body also moved. He did not retreat, but instead advanced. The purple light around his body was like a rising flame, including his entire body. In that instant, his body seemed to have become even faster.    

"Shattering Yuan Palm."    

The moment they approached, a low and cold shout suddenly rang out. Zhang Fan spread out his right hand, and along with a violent purple light, it struck toward Wang Luo with a thunderous speed.    

An ear-piercing sound pierced the air. The first layer's Essence Breaking Palm and the third layer's Essence Breaking Palm were completely different, and the strength behind them was incomparable. At this moment, the third layer's energy could even break bamboo!    

"What kind of technique is this?!" Wang Luo's eyes were filled with surprise. It was so simple and capable, yet it carried such a thick amount of energy …    

The trident in his hand shook in a split-second. The humming sound was still ear-piercing. A black light flashed across the sky and engulfed everything in its path.    

"Bang." The energy that was whistling through the air collided together, causing faint ripples to appear on the surface. A white figure retreated backwards while the other figure charged forward with a sharp aura …    

The two of them did not use their martial spirits, but their martial arts were at a different level. Zhang Fan was definitely not a match for him, and all of this was based on a cultivation technique.    

If Zhang Fan's martial art could make up for some things, perhaps the situation could be reversed. But did Zhang Fan have it? They were all filled with anticipation, hoping that Zhang Fan would be able to create another miracle.    

"Open Tai Palm!"    

Zhang Fan roared again, and then leaped up.    

"You still don't need a weapon?" Wang Luo's eyes flickered. The cold light in his eyes became more intense. It was because he was too proud, or because he was truly disdainful of Wang Luo. But no matter what, Zhang Fan didn't know how to use a weapon.    

It seems that if you don't display your true strength, it would be difficult for you to use your weapon.    

"Floating Light Shadow!"    

Wang Luo shouted, and the trident in his hand suddenly transformed into three phantoms. The trident flew towards Zhang Fan's body with a terrifying, domineering momentum, and he purposefully restrained his strength for a bit; if Zhang Fan was so easily crippled, then it wouldn't be fun at all. The result he wanted was to lift Zhang Fan up, raise up, raise up, and then ruthlessly stomp on him.    

It didn't matter if it was insulting or humiliating. This was exactly what he liked to play with …    

Floating Light Shaking, a high-rank Yellow Rank martial skill. Under the effects of martial power, it could instantly separate attacks and attack the opponent from three directions with the same attack power …    

With his keen perception, Zhang Fan naturally discovered something. His brows slightly furrowed, and the Cultivation Method of the Matte Palm suddenly became sharper. The enemy retreated, the enemy advanced, the enemy advanced, the enemy retreated …    

The three energy attacks did not dissipate after the 'Taichi Palm' landed. However, it clearly had a weakening effect. After another palm strike, the three forces slowly dissipated into the air.    

"Tsk tsk, not bad." Wang Luo nodded, his eyes filled with admiration. Zhang Fan was a young man, and it was rare for him to be able to block his attack with just two simple techniques. However, the more outstanding Zhang Fan's performance was, the more he wanted to subdue him.    

The sneer on Wang Luo's face became deeper and deeper. He retracted his trident and shot his right hand forward. A black palm instantly flew toward Wang Luo's chest with a great power, causing a whistling sound.    

Feeling the terrifying energy coming from his opponent, Zhang Fan's eyebrows twitched. Come on, it would be best if it was more intense. The greater the pressure, the more intense the fluctuations of the Qi tornado were. It was on the verge of a breakthrough.    

He did not pull out the sword because if the sword was in his hand, the pressure might decrease. He was taking risks right now, risking his life to break through.    

Dazzling light exploded between his eyes. He executed all the palm techniques and leg techniques he had learned in his previous life, just like a bomber.    

Everyone present was dumbfounded. 'Isn't Zhang Fan's fighting style too overbearing?!'    

They did not know that Zhang Fan was giving his all now, using the sword might be able to reduce the gap between the two of them by a little, but it was just a little bit. If Zhang Fan did not have the foundation of strength, then he would definitely be using an air defense cannon if he truly wanted to win. Perhaps he could find the right time and use the Xuanyuan sword to deal the opponent a fatal blow, but he did not want to miss this opportunity to break through.