Above the arena, Ding Fan and the masked elder were entangled in a fight.
Up to now, the masked elder still found it sowhat unreal, it was hard for him to imagine that a young man just over twenty years old could actually fight him to a standstill.
Although the masked elder held the absolute upper hand, he was unable to finish off the fight in a short ti, and moreover, Ding Fan's swordsmanship was exquisite, his occasional counterattack moves put the elder in danger ti and again.
At this mont, the masked elder's killing intent surged up. Being so young and yet possessing such cultivation, if this young man were to truly grow, he would beco the greatest threat in the future. Therefore, no matter what, he had to kill Ding Fan today.
If you don't remove the roots, the weeds will regrow!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh… The horsetail whisk in the elder's hand swept fiercely, beams of light shooting out; for a ti within the arena, a strong wind blew. Those nearby could even feel it on their faces, as if they were being sliced with a knife.
At this mont, Ding Fan, while facing the battle, did not dare to be the least bit careless; the opponent's cultivation was higher than his own after all. Ding Fan was now relying on his movent technique, his Divine Sense that could predict the enemy's moves, and the exquisite Thousand Cranes Sword to barely keep himself from defeat.
At Qi Training Grade Six, he was already an Earth Level Interdiate martial artist. According to Ding Fan's observation of martial artists, once one reached Earth Grade Sixth Grade, they would want to form ntal Power similar to Divine Sense. But ntal Power was not as flexible and powerful as Divine Sense.
Beyond ntal Power, after reaching Sixth Grade Earth Level, they would then be able to condense Qi into a tangible form. During the combat with Qi Yuanzheng that day, didn't Qi Yuanzheng use a Wind Blade? That Wind Blade was in no way inferior to Ding Fan's Wind Blade.
The masked elder was at Earth Level Sixth Grade; he could already condense wind into blades. At this ti, Ding Fan's Divine Sense tightly locked onto every movent of the masked elder, knowing that the elder still had a trump card that he hadn't used.
Ding Fan was careful and cautious, struggling against the masked elder on the arena.
The people of Donghe Sect were stupefied by this Earth Rank struggle.
That masked elder had always been overbearing, within the Sect, aside from the Sect Leader, it was this masked old man, and moreover, the Sect Leader gave this elder a lot of face.
Apart from his esteed status within the Sect, the masked elder's combat power was extrely brutal, at Earth Level Sixth Grade. Known as the second master of Donghe Sect, he was known as Leopard Head due to his ruthless thods and decisive killing.
Yet such an impressive figure was now locked in a fierce battle with a young man, unable to co out on top.
This young man was too aweso!
At this ti, Mu Zi held her hands to her chest, her eyes shining brightly as she watched Ding Fan on the arena.
Ding Fan was simply too handso, instantly killing an opponent of Earth Level Fourth Grade and now fighting on par with soone of Earth Level Sixth Grade.
This degree was simply too heaven-defying. In front of Ding Fan, what geniuses, what core disciples, all seed to lack luster.
What kind of man is the most attractive… that would be soone like Ding Fan.
Proudly standing between heaven and earth, he faced a powerful enemy without changing his expression! Such a man can truly be called a great hero!
Fang Ruo, hiding behind a large rock, watched Ding Fan fighting in the arena, her eyes wide open, afraid that she would miss any exciting monts on the arena due to a mont of inattention.
For so reason, Fang Ruo always felt that Ding Fan on the arena had a similar temperant to her ideal man, although she did not want to compare her idol with such a scumbag, Ding Fan's aura always gave her such an illusion.
Why… why do I have this feeling?
Fang Ruo kept asking herself over and over in her heart.
At Fang Ruo's side, Nalan Xiong's expression had also beco serious.
He, Nalan Xiong, was known as the number one prodigy in the world. Before the age of thirty, he had already reached Earth Level Fifth Grade, and even on the test stele, he proudly stood at the top.
But after seeing Ding Fan, even Nalan Xiong himself felt that he was no match for Ding Fan.
That masked elder was a strong warrior at the Earth Level Sixth Grade. After reaching Sixth Grade, one had ntal Power and could also condense wind into shape.
It could be said that an Earth Level Sixth Grade martial artist could easily eliminate four or five Earth Level Fifth Grade martial artists, so in front of that masked elder, he, Nalan Xiong, dare not show the slightest disrespect.
Yet how old was Ding Fan, just over twenty, but he could fight the masked elder to a draw.
If soone called Nalan Xiong a genius before seeing Ding Fan, he could accept it openly, but after seeing Ding Fan's cultivation on the arena.
If soone now calls him, Nalan Xiong, a genius, he even feels like it's a smack in his own face!
In front of such a monstrous talent like Ding Fan, who would dare to claim to be a genius!
…
Above the arena, Ding Fan and the masked elder had been fighting for nearly ten minutes, but neither had yet gained the upper hand.
Ding Fan had a wound on his back, and the masked elder had traces of blood on his left arm.
"Kid, I've underestimated you! However, no matter what, you're going to die today," the masked elder said, and the horsetail whisk in his hands frantically swept towards Ding Fan.
Ding Fan was careful in his response. He could clearly see that the masked elder had transferred the horsetail whisk from his right hand to his left.
In a battle between experts, even a minor movent had special significance. Ding Fan's Divine Sense firmly locked onto the masked elder, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
Whoosh…shriek…
An acute, piercing sound, like a death knell, cut through the air and beca a white streak, heading straight for Ding Fan.
Wind Blade!
Everyone present was taken aback.
The crowd present, with the masked elder having the highest cultivation, rarely had the others seen such a Wind Blade.
"Master is powerful! Condensing wind into a blade!"
"Let that bastard show off, let him die under the Wind Blade; even in death, he can still be proud."
"Show off in the face of our Donghe Sect, and death is the only outco!"
...
Instantly, the mbers of the Donghe Sect began to shout and jeer. Clearly, the masked elder's Wind Blade suddenly boosted their morale.
Ding Fan's figure moved abruptly, narrowly avoiding the masked elder's Wind Blade.
The masked elder had originally intended to use this Wind Blade as his trump card. In his opinion, under his dense barrage of Magic Artifact attacks, Ding Fan had no chance of evading, but ultimately Ding Fan managed to avoid it...
The masked elder's expression grew solemn.
While the masked elder was condensing the Wind Blade, Ding Fan had already sensed it with his Divine Sense. So the mont the elder threw the Wind Blade, Ding Fan was already prepared to dodge.
Moreover, compared to Qi Yuanzheng's Wind Blade, the elder's had a significant gap: slower speed, lesser power...
If the masked elder knew how Ding Fan evaluated his Wind Blade, no doubt he would spit out a mouthful of blood in frustration.
Behind a boulder, Nalan Xiong saw the masked elder unleash the Wind Blade, and a trace of pleasure crossed his face.
From the mont Ding Fan stepped into the Arena, it seed Ding Fan was the one showing off, but now it looked like the masked elder was exerting force, ready to deal with Ding Fan.
In Nalan Xiong's view, no matter how aweso Ding Fan was, it would be hard for him to last long under the attack of the Wind Blade.
After all, the Wind Blade was the signature Martial Skill of an Earth Level Interdiate Martial Artist.
Nalan Xiong couldn't wait for Ding Fan to be imdiately slain by the Wind Blade! The reason Nalan Xiong harbored such resentnt towards Ding Fan was actually quite simple.
Fang Ruo was the woman Nalan Xiong fancied, but at this mont, Fang Ruo's gaze was fixed on Ding Fan in the Arena. Moreover, Ding Fan had slapped his own face in front of Fang Ruo.
The show-off had been all Ding Fan's, so now Nalan Xiong wished for nothing more than for Ding Fan to die soon!
Unaware of Nalan Xiong's thoughts next to her, Fang Ruo simply made her preparations at this ti.
Facing the Wind Blade, even if Ding Fan was formidable, he would eventually fall. Fang Ruo was just waiting for the mont Ding Fan was in mortal danger to rush over and save him.
...
On the Arena, after another intense clash of Inner Strength between the masked elder and Ding Fan, the two separated and took positions at opposite corners.
"Young man, for you to force to use the Wind Blade, you're quite impressive!" the masked elder said blandly, holding the horsetail whisk in front of his chest.
Ding Fan snorted coldly.
He could tell that the elder's praise of him was nothing more than a set-up to make the elder himself look more impressive.
The masked elder sure knew how to show off with a twist.
The masked elder proceeded to say, "Considering the young age at which you've achieved such cultivation is quite remarkable, I'll spare your life if you sever your own arms and hand over the Primordial Chaos Pill."
"Fuck off!"
Ding Fan rarely cursed, but faced with this masked elder, he felt that if he didn't swear now, he simply couldn't vent his frustration.
The masked elder, putting on the airs of a lofty figure, was actually engaging in the actions of a petty and despicable person, making Ding Fan sick to his stomach!
Qi Yuanzheng was at least an honest scoundrel.
Desiring sothing, he would use all sorts of thods to get it, but he wouldn't pretend to be virtuous after doing disgraceful deeds.
Yet, this masked elder was a hypocrite.
All that talk about considering his youth and cultivation... yet wanting him to sever his own arms! For a Martial Artist, that was tantamount to losing their life... What false benevolence was this masked elder displaying!
"Young man, it seems I was too lenient with you. Do you really think you can escape my Wind Blade?" the masked elder said coldly.
"Less talk, more fight, if you have the guts!" Ding Fan pointed his Selfless Sword horizontally.
A surge of battle intent erupted from Ding Fan, which seed almost tangible. The weaker cultivators of Donghe Sect couldn't help but tremble involuntarily in their legs.
"Since you're seeking death, I'll make it particularly grueso for you!"
Having said that, the masked elder moved swiftly.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Three Wind Blades tore through the air, heading straight for Ding Fan to kill him.
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