Ti passed minute by minute, as ng Haotian launched relentless and fierce attacks, while Ding Fan skillfully deflected them.
The surrounding crowd was montarily stunned!
By now, ten minutes had passed, yet the two in the ring showed no signs of change compared to the start.
One attacking, the other defending.
The white-robed disciples, who had earlier begun counting down for Ding Fan, were dumbfounded at the scene, simply unable to believe that he hadn't sustained a single injury under Captain ng's fierce assault, calmly evading attack after attack. This defied expectations!
ng Zihao, witnessing this, couldn't help but beco serious. He knew his cousin to so degree; ng Haotian started with a very aggressive approach, clearly intending to finish quickly.
Yet the result was more than ten minutes of attacks without touching even a corner of the opponent's clothing. Although the opponent also seed to have no strength to counter, this was not a good on.
At this mont, ng Zihao clenched his fists tightly, looking gravely at both Ding Fan and ng Haotian. Simultaneously cheering for ng Haotian in his heart, cursing Ding Fan with malice.
Standing beside them, Wang Hu was extrely tense seeing Ding Fan and ng Haotian's exchange. Although Ding Fan hadn't been injured, avoiding each attack, there wasn't any chance to counterattack either. If this continued, Ding Fan would always be on the defensive.
Lianzi and others, witnessing this scene, were also taken aback. They never expected Ding Fan to be so formidable, managing to evade all such fierce attacks without a single misstep. That was impressively smooth!
She was well aware, as a cultivator herself, that if she were in Ding Fan's place, she wouldn't withstand three rounds under such fierce attacks.
Although Lianzi felt astonished by Ding Fan, she also felt deeply anxious for him.
One must rember, this was not a formal competition, but a life-or-death battle disguised as one, where a single mistake could separate life from death.
Several female cultivators next to her, seeing Ding Fan, although knowing Lianzi and Liu Yan were on Ding Fan's side, didn't know him themselves. Therefore, their concern was lessened, yet they were greatly impressed by him.
They all knew ng Haotian — high in cultivation, strong in power, yet having a tarnished character, causing trouble for many beautiful female cultivators. Yet, the fact that this new outer disciple could hold his own against the formidable ng Haotian for so long without suffering any loss was already quite remarkable.
To them, this was already a significant presence!
The female cultivators, initially aligned against the despicable ng Haotian, found themselves on Ding Fan's side. Seeing him skillfully evade ng Haotian's tiger-like fierce punches, they couldn't help but think Ding Fan was incredibly dashing!
In no ti, a few female cultivators started daydreaming.
Unaware of this situation, Ding Fan was entirely absorbed in this life-or-death duel. The adversary's fierce, rapid punches seed like perpetual motion, showing no slack throughout this ti, yet Ding Fan's evasive steps remained consistent.
Even though Ding Fan sensed the opponent's cultivation was deeper than his, he felt no fear; instead, this intense duel heightened Ding Fan's battle spirit, filling him with excitent.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
ng Haotian's fists pounded fiercely towards Ding Fan's vital spots, creating air rifts with their speed and intensity.
He couldn't believe the opponent could evade every single ti, but facts proved that indeed, every move was cleverly dodged by him. What astonished him was that Ding Fan was very precise when dodging, each ti waiting until ng Haotian's fist almost touched him before swiftly evading.
As a captain, ng Haotian quickly noticed that the True Qi Ding Fan used to dodge was significantly less than his own output.
Originally, intending to exhaust the opponent through cultivation, he imdiately dismissed that thought.
Continuing like this offered him no benefit.
Interesting!
Staring at Ding Fan, ng Haotian's eyes revealed sothing more. Then, his lips curved slightly, his eyes full of disdain as he inadvertently said,
"A salted fish is still a salted fish; dreaming of flipping over is just that — a dream!"
After uttering this, ng Haotian stopped his fists and took a step back, glaring coldly at Ding Fan, joining his palms together while silently chanting sothing.
With disdain in his heart for his opponent, he decided since you have so skill, I won't hold back anymore. Dying under my "Great Compassion Palm" would be an honor for you!
"Great Compassion Palm!"
Roaring suddenly as his chant completed after a few seconds, ng Haotian unleashed a mighty strike towards Ding Fan's location. As his palm extended, an extrely blazing fla ford into a giant hand shape, rolling towards Ding Fan. The scorching giant fla hand drastically raised the surrounding temperature, making the originally twenty-sothing-degree weather feel like fifty degrees to everyone.
For a mont, everyone was utterly shocked, hurriedly mobilizing their True Qi to form a protective barrier around themselves. Such a shocking temperature was not sothing an ordinary cultivator could withstand.
At this mont, all the white-robed disciples on ng Zihao's side looked on in astonishnt at the scene, uttering gasps of awe.
"Heavens, Captain ng actually used the Great Compassion Palm! Ding Fan is dood!"
"That's Captain ng's signature technique, but we haven't seen him use it for years!"
"Yes, I rember the last ti Captain ng used this move was in the 'Captain's Contest', and it was precisely because of an overwhelming victory with this move that he smoothly assud the position of the head of the outer sect disciples."
"I guess Ding Fan will be burnt to ash!"
"..."
Amidst a flurry of discussions, everyone simultaneously used their True Qi to shield their bodies, as the temperature was indeed too high!
Wang Hu, watching this unfold, couldn't help but feel his heart in his throat, deeply worried for Ding Fan. Knowing that just the appearance of that scorching giant fire palm already emanated such high heat, and he himself was at the edge of that fiery palm, he couldn't imagine how terrifying the temperature must be at the very center aid directly at his brother!
Next to him, Lianzi's fair skin had started to turn a little flushed. Despite having summoned her True Yuan to protect herself, she still felt the extrely frightening temperature. Anxiously, she watched Ding Fan, who was still standing in place, and thought to herself, why don't you dodge a bit, you could dodge pretty well earlier! This fool! But a mont later, Lianzi guiltily thought, such a massive fla probably isn't that easy to avoid...
Seeing the giant palm-like fla about to reach Ding Fan, Lianzi's entire heart was in suspense, watching as Ding Fan was about to be consud by the fire, yet she was utterly helpless!
"Brother Fan!"
"Brother!"
At that mont, Wang Hu shared Lianzi's intense emotions, perhaps even stronger—it was the sorrow of impending life-and-death separation from a loved one!
On the other side, ng Zihao watched this scene with extre glee, thinking, Ding Fan, go to hell! This is the consequence for offending !
As Ding Fan saw the giant fla approaching, he promptly mobilized the True Qi around him to shield his body. Although the opponent's giant fla was formidable, Ding Fan felt no fear whatsoever. It is in such life-and-death monts that truly test a cultivator.
Apart from excitent, Ding Fan felt nothing but excitent; the more intense the situation, the more his battle intent surged!
Ding Fan believed that with his most powerful Wind Blade, he could definitely handle the opponent's fla. In an instant, with several flicks of his hand, blades of wind fiercely slashed towards the giant fla.
As the giant fla neared Ding Fan, wind blades shot out with a whoosh along his arm, accompanied by a gust of wind.
Swish, swish, swish!
The fla in the shape of a giant palm turned into a mist wherever the wind blades touched. The originally blazing giant fla was like a tiny fla snuffed out by a torrential rain, without any resistance, as if encountering its natural nesis, it could only surrender.
In the collision between the wind blades and the fla, the wind blades retained most of their ferocity with minimal energy loss. After a few wind blades, ng Haotian's giant fla crumbled and vanished into smoke in an instant.
The wind blades that sliced through the giant fla now fiercely targeted ng Haotian!
Seeing this scene, ng Haotian wore an expression of complete disbelief. How could this be?
His Great Compassion Palm was Pure Yin Fire, how could it turn into mist upon encountering the opponent's wind blades? This defied logic!
One must know, he had been practicing the Great Compassion Palm technique rigorously for nearly twenty years, starting when he was still in the Fetal Breath Stage. Many cultivators had t their end under his palm!
In his last appearance in the 'Captain's Contest', his utilization of this move resulted in an almost overwhelming victory. At that ti, his opponent was a middle-aged cultivator at the Late Nascent Soul Stage for over ten years. ng Zihao had great confidence in his Great Compassion Palm, believing that even an Ergence Stage Early cultivator could not easily break it!
Who exactly was the opponent?
Was he really just a new disciple from the outer sect without any background?
Could a re outer sect disciple accomplish this?
This was absolutely impossible!
In shock, ng Zihao found himself unable to dodge in ti, suffering a deep cut on his arm from one of the wind blades, causing blood to flow profusely.
ng Zihao quickly swallowed a dicine pill to stop the bleeding, but the disdain in his gaze toward Ding Fan had vanished completely, replaced by a look of grave seriousness.
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