C23 You Are too Proud
C23 You Are too Proud
Zhang Fan was actually able to force him back with his bare hands. Furthermore, the opponent was a young man. What was even more humiliating was that Zhang Fan didn't have the special strength of a battle martial spirit from the very beginning …
"Haaargh!"
The man's eyes turned even redder as the large blade in his hand vibrated rapidly and once again sped up. During this period of time, he had occupied three different positions, and the characteristics of the scarlet soul were naturally more flexible.
"Sky Tyrant Blade."
As it neared Zhang Fan's body, the great saber in his hand released three illusory shadows, which directly slashed towards Zhang Fan's body in a berserk manner.
"Die."
At this moment, the man no longer had any other thoughts in his mind. Only when Zhang Fan died could he truly wash away his shame …
Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and the violet light on his body grew even stronger. He stomped his left foot, and instantly clenched his left hand, causing the violet light to emanate out. The sound of air being torn apart could be heard as Zhang Fan dodged the man's attack.
Spiral Fist, with its conical meaning, cunning, and sharp moves. It was also obtained from an ancient martial family.
"Bang." His opponent's skin was extremely tough, and the muscles that were agitating against it were able to greatly reduce his spiralling strength. However, even though this fist had struck him, the man's entire body still trembled and was forced back.
The purple shadow flashed, and Zhang Fan appeared in front of the man once again. He raised his right hand, and with a palm shape, he sent out a wave of violet light. There was no martial skill, only the eruption of the pure violet light.
Zhang Fan once again underestimated the toughness of the man's body. With a palm strike, the Purple Clouds technique was invaded. However, it was only a small portion of it was cancelled out by the floating energy from the man's body.
"Deng deng deng." After the man retreated two steps, he let out a low growl. His eyes turned red again as he threw the blade in his hand in the direction of Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan's body was cut horizontally. His broadsword whistled through the air as it brushed past him, stabbing into the battle stage with a tyrannical force.
Crackling sounds rang out. Zhang Fan raised his head and saw an illusory shadow suddenly jump up from the man's body. The muscles on the man's body tensed up even more, as if his body had grown taller.
"Scarlet Cave Fist!"
When he was still two meters away from Zhang Fan, his entire body instantly shot forward. In that instant, both of his hands clasped together, and with a condescending energy, he directly smashed down towards Zhang Fan at an extremely fast speed.
Scarlet Cave Fist was one of the soul skills that Karl had personally comprehended, and it was the most violent skill that he knew of. He had originally planned to use this soul skill in order to advance in the tenth match, but he didn't expect it to be activated by this young man.
If he wanted to wash away his shame and use the most brutal way to wash away his shame, then he would ruthlessly smash this youth into mincemeat.
The surrounding people cried out in alarm. They hadn't thought that this yellow card martial artist would have such a terrifying soul skill. At the same time, they couldn't help but worry for the youth.
"Don't …" Ouyang Xian`er exclaimed in surprise, her beautiful eyes narrowed as her heart trembled.
Feng Batian's eyes became serious. A trace of energy flowed through them, but they disappeared in the end. In the end, he chose to believe in his son.
Zhang Fan's heart trembled. He clenched his fists as well. Under such domineering power, he knew that if he let it smash him down, he would instantly turn into a pile of meat paste.
The third level of the Purple Amethyst Fist Technique was violently surging, and his pupils were instantly covered in a purple light.
Dodging the attack with his right foot, Zhang Fan flew into the air, killing intent appeared in his eyes. Under the absolute pressure, there was an absolute advantage to it … … At the very least, he could clearly feel that under such pressure, the Purple Clouds technique's Qi Vortex started to spin frantically. The energy of heaven and earth started to condense towards Zhang Fan.
At this very moment, everyone held their breath as they stared unblinkingly at the two approaching people. The moment the two came into contact with each other, the purple glow on Zhang Fan's body and the glow on the man's body immediately rose.
"Bang." A loud explosion could be heard as a terrifying energy rippled out in all directions.
A figure shot out. It was a young man. At this moment, the young man looked to be in a rather sorry state. He knelt down and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The man also retreated. His expression did not change at all. If there was, his eyes would have been even redder and his ruthless aura would have been even stronger. However, there was some astonishment in the depths of his eyes. He only spat out a mouthful of blood.
Raising his head, he realized that the half-kneeling youth had once again been forced to stand up. He also looked up, and without any fear, his black eyes were filled with a crazy fighting spirit. At this moment, the killing intent from the youth's body became even stronger.
"Young master!"
Ouyang Xian'er, who was seated on the seat, opened her eyes. When she saw Zhang Fan's current appearance, her eyes immediately reddened. Tears the size of beans gathered as they flowed down her fair cheeks.
At this moment, Feng Ba Tian's performance was still better, but his expression became gloomy. Looking at the youth that was about to push himself up again, his heart was slightly shaken.
Zhang Fan stood up straight. His body had become extremely straight, but his eyes were flashing. If he had not cultivated Ji Tong's body tempering technique, then the damage he would have suffered would have been even more severe. However, he definitely did it on purpose this time. He had not moved for such a long time, so he had to fight. If he wanted to truly fight, he had to truly challenge himself …
The pain does not defeat him, but ignites the essence in his bones. How about exploding together?
The real battle had just begun …
With his long hair fluttering in the wind, Zhang Fan stood proudly. He stretched out his left hand to wipe away the blood. He looked coldly at the man, but he did not retract his gaze. Instead, he crooked his finger in front of him.
Provoke, it was definitely red. Naked. 'A blatant provocation! This youngster doesn't want to live anymore! '
This was what everyone present was thinking. Zhang Fan was truly courting death. If he angered his opponent to welcome the incoming attack, wouldn't that only make the attack even more frenzied?!
Zhang Fan's actions caused the anger in the man's heart to boil. All of the muscles in his body began to move once again. The hostility in his heart became even more intense. He wanted the person in front of him to tear him apart.
With a low growl, the man shot out. The grey light made his body somewhat blurry.
"Blood Claws!"
The man let out a low shout, and his entire body instantly tensed up. When he arrived in front of Zhang Fan, his right hand instantly turned into a claw, grabbing towards Zhang Fan.
Coagulation Claw, a high-grade Yellow Rank martial skill. When it struck its opponent, it would instantly cause the blood in the opponent's body to rage, and then pull it out from the other party's body. This martial skill was an extremely tyrannical martial skill, and because of the influence of his martial spirit, the man's claws would contain a terrifying ruthless aura, adding a little more color to the martial skill.
Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed. He didn't move an inch, but the sharp light only focused on the man that was charging at him.
"Has he given up yet?" Everyone present had such a thought. Nothing could stand up to absolute power.
The moment the man was one inch away from him, his body moved. He stepped lightly on the ground with his right foot, and the sound of a sword being unsheathed rang out.
The sharpness of it was enough to frighten one's heart
When the man saw Zhang Fan take out his sword, he immediately frowned. It was already impossible for him to stop, but with the effects of the scarlet spirit, his body had become an extremely strong existence.
Seeing the man's appearance, the corners of Zhang Fan's mouth curled up. His black eyes jumped and the purple light instantly sent out a strange fluctuation. He did not make any sound, nor did he make any movements.
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Clang! The sound of a sword entering its scabbard rang out. Zhang Fan stood up straight once again. The purple light that was being emitted from his body returned to normal. He calmed down and stood up with his hands behind his back.
"You're too proud."
Zhang Fan's black eyes looked at the unwilling man and said indifferently, "Remember, do not underestimate anyone. Especially when it comes to life and death battles."
His understanding of the sword could be said to have reached a level where no one could compare to it. In terms of his sword attainment, he was even more proficient in it. When he saw that the man still charged forward, he knew that his chance had come.
Even though your body is invulnerable to swords and spears, it still has its weakest spot. It has one neck, one Dantian, and one Dantian that is three inches below the Dantian. These were the most important areas. The damage from a minor strike would be extremely huge, and the number of other vital points would be uncountable. However, they would not be able to achieve the desired effect …
Zhang Fan's method was also very simple. Perhaps on the surface, the sword did not seem to pierce in front of the man, but everyone was a bit careless. That was the sword qi; some people said that the sword qi was just an aura, but sword master never looked at it this way because when the skill of using a sword blade reached a terrifying level, the sword qi could also kill.
Zhang Fan had not displayed his martial soul from the beginning to the end, which meant that with Zhang Fan's complete strength, his eyes had gradually turned heavy. He could clearly feel his strength being drained from his body at a rapid pace, and as he gently closed his eyes, his entire body went limp.
Seeing that man's unwilling expression, Zhang Fan's expression did not change at all. He was proud and proud throughout his life, alone in this world. What kind of expert had never seen someone kill someone before? For him, this person was already numb.
The people present were also stunned, and they were not the least bit surprised. All of them revealed expressions of disbelief. The man had actually died at his strongest state …