C25 Three Battles Three Victories
C25 Three Battles Three Victories
The white silhouette floated in the air. The enormous palm print gave Zhang Fan quite a bit of pressure. After all, he didn't have the same level of strength as his previous self.
A berserk aura circulated, and under the weakening of the Imperial Sword Technique, it was still suppressed.
His black hair fluttered, and his black eyes revealed a strong sense of unwillingness.
"Sky Shattering!"
The white robe fluttered without wind. The purple light trembled instantly, and the sword in his hand hummed with an ear-piercing sound. The purple light shot up into the sky, and the three layers of the Purple Clouds technique appeared.
Even if you are like a torrential storm, I, Zhang Fan, will not be able to block you. I am not afraid at all!]
The sword light sliced through the sky, and the huge palm print was shattered by that domineering aura. While he was still in shock, the sword light directly landed on the big man's tiger body.
Shock, absolute shock. Just what kind of cultivation technique was this? All of their expressions were dull as they stared unwaveringly at the change in the arena.
"Indestructible body!"
A low growl that had been depressing for a long time sounded out. Red rays of light violently appeared, and the man's body also instantly expanded explosively.
Eternal Body. Cage had comprehended one of the beast soul skills. Although it wasn't an indestructible body, it allowed his body's defense to reach an extremely powerful level in an instant.
"Bang!"
It was still a muffled sound. When the sword beam landed on the big man's body, his body had clearly bent down. His pair of tiger eyes instantly opened wide as a violent aura surged out in all directions.
Shock, absolute shock! The big man actually used his own body to resist it!
A shadow flashed, and a white silhouette instantly dashed towards the man. The sword in his hands buzzed again as he seized the opportunity. Zhang Fan had always thought that he had a good grasp of the situation.
In sparring between experts, every second counted, every second counted. This was because in these few seconds, it was possible for a person to be defeated …
The big man's eyes revealed a thick disdain. With his indestructible body, there was no way ordinary blades could even touch him.
"Sigh …"
The sounds of sighs rang out from the surroundings. This young man was most likely going to be defeated, and there was no way to fight against him because he was just too strong. Of course, Zhang Fan's boldness still deeply shocked them.
At that moment, the only person who held any hope was probably his father, Feng Batian. He had always firmly believed that his son was extraordinary.
Zhang Fan was suddenly unsure about the opinions of his surroundings. He had never cared about the opinions of others. What he believed in was only his own strength. Now was the time to prove himself.
Withdrawing his sword, the purple light in his left hand flashed and struck towards the man's chest.
The big man wanted to laugh. Under such a situation, he did not care about the blade at all. Even more so, he did not care about that tiny palm strike.
The surrounding people all let out a sigh. Did Zhang Fan just give up?
Zhang Fan's speed was extremely fast, and he got closer and closer. When the distance between them was less than a meter, another whistling sound could be heard, and Zhang Fan's speed increased by another fold.
"Bang!"
His left hand instantly patted the big man's chest. At this moment, the big man still had a look of disdain on his face.
Zhang Fan retreated a few steps. With a smirk, he stood with his hands behind his back. He looked at the big man and said, "Don't underestimate anyone. Sorry, you've lost."
As Zhang Fan's indifferent voice faded, the big man blinked his eyes and clearly felt the power within his body rapidly dissipate. He was stunned and somewhat daring to believe it. He lowered his head and looked at his chest.
His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but his words did not come out. His body straightened and he laid down.
How could an ordinary person stand up against Xuanyuan Feng?!
"How could that be?" The referee's voice trembled as he spoke, his eyes filled with disbelief. He had already seen the terrifying defensive power of the burly man from far away, and based on his calculations, Zhang Fan's strength should not be able to break through the defense of the burly man.
However, the big man fell to the ground, blood flowing out from his chest. Everything that had happened had shocked him.
Everyone present was shocked as well. Looking at Zhang Fan standing on the platform with his hands behind his back, their bodies trembled slightly. This scene completely overturned everything they had ever imagined.
Feng Batian's tense body relaxed at this moment, and a smile appeared on his face once again. His son did not let him down.
At this moment, Ouyang Xian`er's beautiful eyes were fixated on the young man in the arena, filled with excitement. His young master had succeeded, he had really succeeded. Her hands were clasped together, she was extremely excited.
"This battle, Feng Ling Sheng."
The middle-aged man landed on the platform. With a low growl, a ripple spread out in all directions. Zhang Fan had once again broken a miracle …
The surrounding people cheered, especially those who bet on Feng Ling's victory, they were all extremely excited.
Taking a deep breath, the clamor around him could only be heard more and more clearly. Without a single ripple, he turned around and walked toward the hall.
At this point, the battle came to an end
The following matches became even more boring. However, when the referee announced that Zhang Fan would be the next one to go up on stage, the atmosphere once again heated up.
At this moment, in the eyes of everyone present, Zhang Fan was most likely a person who created miracles.
In the third match, Zhang Fan clearly felt the pressure lessen. Because his opponent's strength was much weaker compared to the second match, the final result was still his opponent's defeat. Zhang Fan had once again created a miracle …
At night, when everyone was leaving, Zhang Fan followed Feng Batian to the room. At this moment, the face of the person in charge of the entire sparring hall was filled with shock. His gaze was constantly on Zhang Fan, sizing up the youth who had been performing miracles on the stage.
"Tomorrow will still be the third battle." Zhang Fan slowly opened his mouth and spoke in an indifferent voice. His pair of black eyes were also fixated on the man.
The man's heart trembled slightly, but he nodded his head. His gaze landed on Feng Batian as he said: "Clan leader Feng, are you sure the gold you have won here?"
Feng Ba Tian nodded his head, his eyes flashed with a bright light, and he said: "In the future, all of Ling'er's battles, all these gold coins will be placed on him."
The man was deeply shocked for a moment before he nodded his head.
Walking out of the Martial Arts Hall, Zhang Fan's aura was still circulating. On his back was a long sword. His whole person seemed to have transformed from one body to the other, giving people a different feeling.
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At the Zhang Family, Zhang Mo Ben was sitting at the head of the class. His expression was still gloomy. Ever since Yun Luo's death, he had been thinking about this matter.
At this moment, he was holding a teacup in his hand. At this moment, a man wearing a grey robe walked in. When he saw Zhang Mo Ben, he said respectfully, "Patriarch."
"Hmm, how is it?" Zhang Mo Ben raised his head and looked at the man with a deep gaze.
The man's expression slightly changed. After a long while, he nodded his head and said: "Patriarch, Feng Ba Tian brought Feng Ling to the Martial Hall. I also came to take a look."
"Oh, how is it?" Zhang Mo Ben squinted his eyes and said as he drank another cup of tea.
"Feng Ling participated!" Zhang Mo said with a quivering voice as he thought of something.
"Yes, patriarch." The man nodded, his expression fluctuating even more fiercely.
"How is your performance?" Zhang Mo Ben suppressed the restlessness in his heart and took a deep breath.
"Three battles, three complete victories."
The man took a deep breath, but he still said it, even though he knew it would deal a small blow to Zhang Mo Ben.
"Bang."
The teacup in Zhang Mo's hand shattered, tea splattered everywhere, and his eyes revealed a look of disbelief. His heart was in turmoil, because even if Zhang Fan was a trash, his progress would not be so fast.
Zhang Mo Ben's eyes were filled with coldness. He naturally knew what kind of place the Martial Competition Hall was. The people inside all used 100% of their strength to survive. Could it be that in a short period of time, a piece of trash had grown to an astonishing level?
When the man on the ground heard the sound of shattering, he was immediately startled.
"Are you sure that person is Feng Ling?" Zhang Mo still couldn't believe it.
"Yes." The man nodded heavily and said with certainty, "The head of the family had me keep an eye on him. I remember his appearance very clearly. It's him!"
The expression on his face became increasingly gloomy as he clenched his fists. Then, a glint of amusement flashed across his eyes. The Martial Hall was a very good place and was also a very good place to borrow a knife to kill people.
"Feng Batian, don't blame me. If you want to blame something, blame yourself for not knowing how to handle things. You actually let your own son go to the Martial Hall."
After a night of cultivation, the faint signs of a breakthrough became even more intense. Opening his black eyes, Zhang Fan started to feel restless. Eating the breakfast that the little girl prepared, he and Feng Batian headed towards the Martial Arts Hall once again.
The Martial Hall was bustling as usual. The clamor broke the silence. Zhang Fan leaned against a cold pillar and closed his eyes, waiting for the call of the referee.
In the room where the person in charge of the Martial Competition Hall was located, an ordinary looking man with long hair, wearing a warrior's uniform, pushed open the door and walked in. His gaze directly fell on Tang Yan.
At this moment, Tang Yan was carrying a moving woman in his arms. A smile was hung on his face, but the moment the door was pushed open, he turned his gaze towards the direction of the door.
He frowned, it was fine that Feng Batian disturbed him yesterday, since he couldn't afford to do so, but now that people came to disturb him again, he felt particularly unhappy. He patted the woman in his arms and stood up, his gaze falling on the man.
"I'm here to participate in the Martial Hall." That man said as he looked at Tang Yan with a burning gaze.