But this guy is utterly despicable. Among the masters he apprenticed under, quite a few were Chinese or of Chinese descent. Yet, after mastering their teachings, he would turn on them without hesitation, even leading his brothers to cause trouble for his previous master as soon as he joined another.
This sort of conduct wasn't an isolated incident for him; he did it repeatedly. Over ti, his reputation beca notoriously infamous, to the point where many experts pursued him, ultimately making his life difficult. He then had no choice but to beco a personal guard and enforcer for Old Marko.
This only deepened his animosity towards the Chinese... As the Fruit King, he offended quite a few people, and there were many who were dissatisfied with him. Thus, Song Zhan received new assignnts, including the ruthless killing of stowaways, with such brutality during execution that it would give anyone goosebumps!
So the mont he heard about the fight against a Chinese expert today, he agreed without a second thought. As for the expert defeated by Song Qingshan, he was not his disciple, so he didn't care if he lived or died... He ca not only to please the young master Marco but also because he wanted to.
Qin Fang and Song Zhan stepped onto the death match arena one after the other, and the doors on both sides were imdiately closed. No one could leave until the duel was over.
The kind of injury-induced victory that Song Qingshan achieved previously wouldn't work in this setting.
Marco had no desire to see such a scene again, and Song Zhan would never allow his opponent to leave unscathed...
As for Qin Fang, he would obviously give it his all, doing his best to eliminate Song Zhan!
Song Zhan had the blood of many Chinese on his hands, and his Sin Points were quite high. Qin Fang was determined to kill people like him on sight, with no rcy at all.
The two of them did a quick warm-up before standing firmly atop the arena, waiting for the official start of the fight.
"You...not bad!"
Song Zhan's Chinese wasn't great, but it was passable. Qin Fang understood it well enough, surprised to hear the unexpected complint.
"You're not bad, either!"
Out of politeness, Qin Fang returned the complint.
"But, you're way behind ..."
Even though Qin Fang was polite and modest, Song Zhan showed no courtesy, expressing disdain toward Qin Fang, leaving him both amused and exasperated.
Thinking to himself: Can you not talk with such a huff...
Song Zhan was simply employing psychological tactics, trying to exert so pressure on Qin Fang, a common strategy in major competitions.
Unfortunately, such tricks might work on others but were utterly useless against Qin Fang, who didn't buy into any of it.
In terms of rank and strength, Qin Fang was indeed inferior to Song Zhan, but that didn't an he was destined to fail—success was still within reach.
From Level 3 through Level 4, he had frequently encountered various masters, and even at Level 4, he had already killed the Grandmaster-level expert Shangguan Tianling.
Now Qin Fang had reached Level 5 and reached a peak state. Having consud superb spiritual dicines like Golden Dragon Saliva to refine his body and True Qi, his cultivation was beyond ordinary standards...
Thus, facing Song Zhan, who had reached the Master Level Late Stage, Qin Fang wasn't worried at all...
Song Zhan was strong and might have so secret skills, but so did Qin Fang, who had his own sure-kill techniques and life-saving techniques...
"Enough talk, let's get started..."
Qin Fang, unwilling to engage in idle banter, glanced at Song Zhan with a dismissive eye and spoke calmly.
His hands slightly spread, he assud a Fist Technique stance, ready to begin the fight...
Seeing that his psychological tactics hadn't worked, Song Zhan didn't mind at all; they were re tricks, effective as occasional aids but excessive if relied on solely for victory.
"Hmph..."
With a cold snort, Song Zhan adjusted his posture, striking a stance similar to Qin Fang's, as if it gave him an impressive and imposing appearance.
"Begin..."
With He Zongguan presiding over the match personally, following his command, the death match between the two experts officially began.
Though there hadn't been much pre-fight publicity, a significant crowd gathered to watch and place bets...
It must be said, a dragon-and-tiger clash like this promised to be far more exciting than regular arena matches, as both sides in this fight were at the grandmaster level.
The arena's matches were mostly below grandmaster level, making the anticipation for this spectacular confrontation palpable even before it started.
The excitent didn't disappoint; as soon as He Zongguan announced the start, the two experts quickly engaged.
Qin Fang darted forward swiftly, his movents elusive, launching an imdiate assault with ghostlike agility.
His speed was incredible, and his footwork was as ethereal as Lingbo Weibu, floating with extre poise yet maintaining clarity.
This result ca from Qin Fang's hard training effort, given the absence of an advanced Light Body Technique, relying on footwork to compensate for weaknesses.
Song Zhan's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew Qin Fang wouldn't volunteer for the fight without confidence, underestimating him would be foolish.
Faced with such an opponent, psychological tactics were useless; it ca down to physical combat...
Pft, pft, pft~~
Qin Fang's punches were so fast they seed to punch holes through the air, creating strong, palpable gusts of wind.
Naturally, Song Zhan didn't sit idly by. His feet shifted, and his huge fists ca forward, aiming directly at Qin Fang's onrushing fist without hesitation.
Feeling the power of Song Zhan's punch, Qin Fang remained unfazed. As Song Zhan's body ca within reach, although intending to strike his chin, he found himself thwarted...
Realizing he couldn't target Song Zhan's "vital spots," Qin Fang swiftly altered his moves, redirecting his attack toward Song Zhan's chest and abdon.
"Good timing..."
Unfazed, Song Zhan didn't evade or shift at all, seeming to invite Qin Fang's strike.
anwhile, his fist subtly veered, quickly nearing Qin Fang's chest...
Bang~~
Their fists clashed for the first ti, connecting with each other's chests simultaneously, the impact sending both of them flying instantly...
With such hefty blows, if ordinary people were struck, they'd be left with critical injuries...
Yet Qin Fang and Song Zhan seed unfazed, promptly recovering, standing upright as if the punches barely grazed them, like a re itch.
This outco thrilled the spectators, who found the speed, reflexes, and powerful attacks far superior, even outmatching Song Qingshan's previous bout many tis over...(To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to cast your votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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