C184 Provoke Again
C184 Provoke Again
After the middle-aged man received it, he left a mark on it. Then, he looked at Zhang Fan and said, "I did well. I didn't think that you could withstand that kind of pressure."
Zhang Fan nodded with a smile. At this moment, the man spoke again, "Go, the next test is at Cloud Sky Plaza."
"It's not far behind the Full Moon Pavilion. You'll see it when you go there."
Zhang Fan nodded his head and walked out. Not too far away, he saw a square, which was filled with more people, perhaps a hundred of them. Because he hadn't eaten in a day, he took out some fruits from his ring and gave one to the little magical beast.
After arriving there for a while, Zhang Fan realized that many of them had already waited there for an entire day. At this time, Zhang Fan became even more curious. Just what test was this?
Zhang Fan didn't know how long he had to wait, so he held the little magical beast in his arms. His expression was very calm, and the least he was afraid of was waiting.
The sky was getting darker. Zhang Fan found a place to sit down and quietly waited.
When the second day arrived, Zhang Fan opened his eyes and looked at the sky and found it was already dawn. He stood up, and swept his gaze across the entire stadium. The number of people had already reached one hundred and twenty to thirty people.
"So many people are going to take the test!" Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with unspeakable surprise, but it was mostly doubt.
Actually, according to his guess, with so many people having passed the test and arrived here, if they were to become students, then the academy's strength would be extremely tyrannical. However, he still had to choose among so many outstanding people, which meant that Blue Cloud Academy was truly extraordinary. According to what Elder Cao had said, those with poor aptitude might really not be able to enter, which meant that the talent of those who were able to come here might not be much worse than him, and there were even some whose strength might even be able to surpass him.
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan really felt the pressure and took a deep breath, trying his best to relax. Wasn't there a bit of pressure? It was more like a normal person. Wasn't there more pressure?
Half a day passed, and another dozen people came in the morning. When night came again, the number of people was about 178. At this time, quite a few people in the crowd became restless.
Because there weren't many fruits, so he could only eat three or four a day. All of this was already pretty good, like in the past, in order to assassinate a person in his previous life, he had once buried himself in the snow in the winter. In addition to drinking some snow, three days was not an exaggeration; waiting for three days was only enough to kill one person.
When he killed that person, his legs were basically numb, but after successfully assassinating that person, his heart was burning with passion. A price to pay was a reward. He always remembered those words.
After finishing a fruit, just as Zhang Fan was about to sit down and continue cultivating, a man walked up to him.
"Brat, not bad. Do you have any more fruits? Give me a few," the man glanced at Zhang Fan and said with a threatening tone.
"Scram." Zhang Fan did not waste any more words and only spat out a single word. He coldly looked at the man.
"Dammit, you're courting death!" The man's expression changed as his right hand reached out to grab Zhang Fan.
With a slight frown, Zhang Fan's body also moved. Almost at the same time that the man's energy started to circulate, his body had already arrived in front of the man. He spread open his right hand and his sword intent floated out, directly grabbing onto the man's neck.
His eyes were filled with killing intent as he looked at the man and said, "Don't provoke me, or else I don't care who you are, just die next time!"
The man swallowed his saliva. He could feel Zhang Fan's killing intent fluctuating all over his body. He believed Zhang Fan's words and quickly nodded his head. His face flushed red, unable to speak.
He coldly glanced at him again before withdrawing his hand. The man trembled and quickly turned around.
A few people noticed the situation and looked surprised. In fact, some of them wanted to grab a few fruits from Zhang Fan to eat, but they had put that thought down and could only endure their hunger and continue waiting.
When dawn arrived again, Zhang Fan opened his eyes once more. At this time, he swept his eyes over the entire stadium, and discovered that the number of people was around two hundred and seventy-eight.
Shock appeared in his eyes. It seemed like there really were quite a few outstanding talents. Moreover, the most important thing was that this was about to end. Even now, it was still like this …
Furthermore, with so many people gathered in the plaza, what kind of test would be carried out? Furthermore, he had a strong feeling that once all three hundred of them were tested, the number of people remaining would definitely be very small, to the extent that even half of them could be eliminated.
After taking out two more fruits from the storage ring, Zhang Fan was halfway through eating them when he sensed a surge of energy coming from behind him.
His eyes instantly turned cold as he took a step forward, dodging the attack. Looking back, he saw three people staring at him with cold smiles on their faces. One of them was the one who had asked him for the fruit yesterday.
Zhang Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light. 'It seems like he had forgotten about that person …'
Murderous intent slowly filled the air as the three of them felt fear. The star-like eyes of the little magical beast in his embrace also contained a hint of iciness.
"Dammit! You have guts yesterday. I'll give you a chance right now, take out the fruit and then kowtow to me. Otherwise, you'll die!" That man said extremely arrogantly.
Those who knew Zhang Fan in their past life would feel their entire body go numb when they saw his smile. This was because during a battle, Zhang Fan would never smile. If he really did smile, then that would mean that he was truly angry.
Just as Zhang Fan was about to attack, a slightly angry voice sounded out, "How can the three of you bully one person?"
As the voice faded away, Zhang Fan turned his head to look at the voice and discovered it was a girl. The girl was extremely cute and pink, giving him the urge to pinch her.
Moreover, when the girl was angry, her little face was round and cute.
"Where did such a pretty girl come from?" When the man saw the girl, his eyes immediately lit up. He couldn't help but lick his lips as he sized up the girl.
Looking at the man's expression, the girl's face became even more furious. She flipped her right hand and a sword appeared in it. She was about to rush out of the mountain, but a warm hand grabbed her arm.
"Little sister, thank you. I can still deal with these three." Zhang Fan said with a smile.
The girl was stunned for a moment. Then, her face turned slightly red and her body started to move. Zhang Fan then noticed something and released the girl's arm.
"Who's the little girl? You're not necessarily older than me," the girl couldn't help but say.
Although he was old, his current body was still that of a seventeen year old teenager. If things continued like this, then this girl was truly similar to him. He then looked at the sword in her hand and said, "Would you mind lending me your sword?"
"I'll give it to you." The girl hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she nodded her head and handed the sword in her hand to Zhang Fan.
"Thank you." Zhang Fan could not help but smile as he accepted it.
"You're welcome," the girl shook her head.
Zhang Fan didn't say anything else and directly drew his sword. His sharp gaze looked at the three men, and in the end, it landed on the man who had asked him for the fruit yesterday. He said, "I have plenty of the fruits. I want to, show me my strength!"
"Good boy!" The man sneered and took out a weapon as well. His body's energy surged as he said, "Yesterday, if you weren't lucky enough to take advantage of me, I would have lost to you!"
"Remember what I said?" Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes. "This is your last chance."
"You're courting death!" the man bellowed angrily. With his sword in hand, he charged forward. With his violent energy exploding outwards, a violent force instantly swept towards Zhang Fan. The other two didn't move, but they looked at Zhang Fan with cold smiles.
Astonishment appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes. Judging from the strength of the attack, his opponent's cultivation level was higher than his. He had reached the talent of a Grade Eight Martial Grand Master?
A sneer appeared on Zhang Fan's face as his energy began to move. He held his sword in one hand as he rushed forward. As he waved his right hand, his sword intent floated up. The man's attack was instantly cut in half and a torrent of energy exploded outwards.
He was even able to defeat someone with the strength of a General Grade Eight, a Grade Eight Martial Grand Master!
With an ear-piercing whistling sound, the violet light became slightly blinding. Zhang Fan's body became like a ghost as it instantly appeared before the man. The sword slashed down toward the man's neck.
His right hand opened, and as the Martial Spirit appeared, he instantly gripped it. Instantly, he increased his energy by one fold, and with a twist of his body, the weapon in his hand once again burst out with a dazzling light as he swung it horizontally.
Along with the sudden rise of the battle, the plaza was split apart. Coincidentally, everyone had been idling for too long. Seeing that there was a good show to watch, they naturally came over to watch.