"You went too far?" Ding Fan's gaze was ice cold as he looked at San Zhaimu.
Bian Zixuan had already conceded defeat; there was utterly no need for further attacks. Yet San Zhaimu had relentlessly inflicted severe injuries on Bian Zixuan with his Inner Strength.
At this mont, Bian Zixuan's front was drenched in fresh blood, her eyes tightly shut, seemingly having fainted.
"I gave her the opportunity to admit defeat earlier. Since she didn't, then she must be prepared for the consequences," San Zhaimu said coldly.
"You deserve to die," Ding Fan said coldly.
"The martial arts tournant has no rule against killing soone. Anything can happen in the Martial Arts Venue, and if I were to kill her today, no one would interfere."
This was the first ti Ding Fan had heard such perverse and fallacious reasoning. He was, for a mont, extrely furious.
Suddenly, he let out a fierce shout and ferociously kicked out with his right foot, aiming directly at San Zhaimu.
Boom...
Due to Ding Fan's rage, his kick was imnsely powerful. The surrounding sand and stones were blown about by the force of his Inner Strength.
San Zhaimu's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Even if you're capable of lifting 45,000 catties, that just makes you a brute. Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"
San Zhaimu then controlled his Puppet to avoid Ding Fan's kick, and imdiately went on the offensive.
Just as San Zhaimu and Ding Fan were about to clash, a figure appeared between the two, and a powerful force pushed both of them several steps back.
"This is the martial arts tournant, do not act recklessly!"
Everyone looked and saw that the person who intervened between Ding Fan and San Zhaimu was none other than the man in the mask.
Despite his anger, Ding Fan was still restrained. He imdiately carried Bian Zixuan and retreated back into the crowd. "San Zhaimu, I've taken note of this debt," he said.
San Zhaimu also withdrew his Puppet. "If you're not afraid of death, then co at .
...
Ding Fan carried Bian Zixuan to a secluded corner where no one else was.
At this ti, Wu Die, Huan Er, and Mu Zi all gathered around.
Ding Fan imdiately took out a Fourth Grade Foundation Building Pill from his bosom and fed it to Bian Zixuan.
Wu Die, who was always at auctions, knew the value of a Fourth Grade Foundation Building Pill. A nearly one billion worth item, and Ding Fan just casually gave it to Bian Zixuan.
She had seen generous gestures before, but never soone as extravagant as Ding Fan.
After making Bian Zixuan swallow the Pill, Ding Fan supported her to sit up and then placed his hands on two major acupoints behind her, beginning to slowly infuse True Qi.
Bian Zixuan, who had turned pale, gradually regained her color after a while.
A bit more ti passed, and Bian Zixuan finally opened her eyes.
Seeing Bian Zixuan regain consciousness, everyone breathed a sigh of relief; after all, San Zhaimu's Inner Strength strike was too overbearing.
"I... I..."
Bian Zixuan wanted to say sothing, but Ding Fan imdiately stopped her. "You're still very weak now. The Inner Strength inside you has been completely disrupted. Although I have saved your life for now, you shall not use Inner Strength within a year, otherwise, it could still be life-threatening."
Seeing Ding Fan speak this way, she gradually nodded her head.
"Mu Zi, from now on, please take good care of Zixuan," Ding Fan said to Mu Zi standing aside.
Mu Zi nodded. "Brother Fan, rest assured, I'll take care of Sister Zixuan."
"We will help too."
"Yes, we will also take care of Zixuan."
Huan Er and Wu Die both spoke up from the side.
Ding Fan nodded; with these won to take care of her, things would indeed be more secure.
"That San Zhaimu is a big bully... Sister Zixuan had already admitted defeat, yet he still struck her viciously!" Mu Zi said indignantly from the side.
"Exactly, that San Zhaimu is nothing but a rotten egg!"
...
For a while, the won were chattering indignantly.
"Alright, you girls take Zixuan back to rest first..."
By now, Ding Fan had risen to his feet.
The final sixteen to eight matches were almost over, and the quarterfinals were about to begin; naturally, Ding Fan was preparing himself.
Even though Mu Zi, Huan Er, and the others wanted to cheer for Ding Fan, they had to take care of Zixuan under the current circumstances.
For the sixteen to eight battle, all four won were defeated; now, among the quarterfinalists, only Ding Fan remained.
Wu Die then led the won back to the tent to rest, and Ding Fan once again returned to the Martial Arts Venue.
"How's Zixuan's injury?" At this mont, Cheng Bufan had co over.
"She is severely injured, but I've managed to control it with Inner Strength, and now she's out of danger," Ding Fan said.
Cheng Bufan nodded. "For the quarterfinals, I'm matched with San Zhaimu. I'll avenge Zixuan."
Ding Fan pondered for a mont.
In terms of cultivation, Bian Zixuan was much stronger than Cheng Bufan. Ding Fan was worried that Cheng Bufan might be at a disadvantage against San Zhaimu.
But Ding Fan also knew Cheng Bufan's temperant; he was very proud and it wasn't good to say he wasn't San Zhaimu's match.
"Brother, the key to San Zhaimu's strength lies in the puppet he controls. The simplest and most effective way to deal with it is to sever the line of Inner Strength that San Zhaimu uses to control the puppet..."
Ding Fan then shared with Cheng Bufan the thod that San Zhaimu used to control his puppet and how to sever that line of Inner Strength.
"Brother, just do your best at the martial arts tournant..."
As soone naturally proud, Cheng Bufan frowned, but Ding Fan couldn't bluntly say that Cheng was not a match for San Zhaimu, so he could only hint vaguely.
Cheng Bufan nodded.
After that, the two casually chatted about so inconsequential topics...
Soon, the round of sixteen in the tournant had concluded, and all four won by Ding Fan's side had been eliminated, with Huan Er unluckily losing to Nalan Xiong.
Huan Er's cultivation was at the peak of Earth Level. In Ding Fan's view, had she not encountered Nalan Xiong so soon, it was quite possible she could have made it to the finals.
Since Ding Fan's opponent was expelled from Serpent Island, he got a bye, which ant he advanced two rounds without fighting.
Nalan Xiong, San Zhaimu, Cheng Bufan... Although Ding Fan was not familiar with the other four, they were all fad and powerful contenders.
In this round, Ding Fan's opponent was a bald man.
Ding Fan didn't take his opponent seriously at all. What he was really concerned about was the upcoming battle between Cheng Bufan and San Zhaimu.
San Zhaimu was cruel in his tactics, and Ding Fan was worried Cheng Bufan's stubbornness would lead him into a trap.
At this mont, the sky, previously clear, began to drizzle, but this did not deter the crowd from watching the tournant. Many people still surrounded the martial arts venue as spectators.
The first match was between Nalan Xiong and a muscular man.
In this matchup, Nalan Xiong clearly didn't want to waste ti. Within a minute, the muscular man was blasted to the ground by him.
Since Nalan Xiong lifted a weight only second to Ding Fan's in the first round, many people had high expectations for him.
After Nalan Xiong left the arena, the next match began: Cheng Bufan versus San Zhaimu.
San Zhaimu had been very cautious in the previous rounds, finally using a puppet only in the last round. Considering he was the chanical Elder's disciple, coupled with his ruthless thods, he attracted a lot of attention.
"If you don't want to end up like the woman from the last round, you'd better concede early," San Zhaimu said coldly to Cheng Bufan.
Cheng Bufan snorted lightly. "You overrate yourself. This round, I'll make sure you taste what it's like to be blasted by Inner Strength."
San Zhaimu just humd and then threw out another puppet.
The puppet San Zhaimu brought out this ti was the sa one he had used against Bian Zixuan.
"If you're not afraid of dying, then co on."
Whoosh!
Cheng Bufan waved his right hand, and a longsword appeared in his grip. Without delay, he flickered towards San Zhaimu, launching an attack imdiately.
San Zhaimu activated the puppet beside him. The puppet leaped forward and directly blocked Cheng Bufan's path.
As the puppet defended, San Zhaimu himself closed in from another angle.
The combination of the puppet's defense and San Zhaimu's offense was indeed an excellent attack system.
Cheng Bufan, initially on the offensive, suddenly found himself on the defensive in re monts, turning from the aggressor to the besieged.
Watching from the side, Ding Fan could not help but admire San Zhaimu's tactics.
With the puppet defending under his command and him attacking, it was a display of multitasking. Just this alone was much more impressive than those in the Cultivation World who played with puppets.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
In just an instant, Cheng Bufan found himself completely trapped by San Zhaimu and his puppet.
Ding Fan furrowed his brows deeply. Bian Zixuan had been severely injured by San Zhaimu due to this... If things continued this way...
Just as Ding Fan was thinking of reminding Cheng Bufan to concede, a thunderous roar erupted.
When the crowd looked over, Cheng Bufan had been solidly struck by San Zhaimu's Inner Strength. Blasted over a dozen ters away, he laid on the ground, coughing up blood profusely.
But San Zhaimu apparently had no intention of stopping as the puppet he controlled shot forward vigorously, sending a forceful Inner Strength directly towards the back of Cheng Bufan's head.
Everyone present gasped at the sight.
If the puppet landed a hit to the back of his head, Cheng Bufan was undoubtedly going to die.
Ding Fan's eyes blazed with fury at this point. San Zhaimu was truly ruthless—despite Cheng Bufan being unable to get up, he was still intent on a killing blow.
At this stage, Ding Fan couldn't just stand by and do nothing...
As the puppet was about to hit Cheng Bufan's head, suddenly a figure swiftly snatched the fallen Cheng up from the ground.
Boom...
Just as Cheng Bufan was dragged away, the spot where he had been laying was blasted into a huge crater.
The people around gaped at the huge pit.
With the strength of the attack just now, even if Cheng Bufan was a Heavenly Level martial artist, he would have been smashed to a pulp.
"It's you again!"
San Zhaimu coldly looked towards a corner of the arena.
Ding Fan, holding Cheng Bufan, glanced at San Zhaimu before turning to leave.
Talking was pointless now. According to the tournant schedule, tomorrow would be his fight with San Zhaimu—a good ti to settle the score...
San Zhaimu glanced at Ding Fan's retreating figure and said coldly, "He's lucky to escape with his dog's life..."
"San Zhaimu wins!" The judge at the venue declared loudly...
"I... I lost..." Lying in Ding Fan's arms, Cheng Bufan's face was ashen. Speaking with bitterness, he said.
"It doesn't matter. The score Zixuan and you have with him, I will settle it myself," Ding Fan said with a determined look and a calm tone.
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