C22 First Battle
C22 First Battle
When his gaze landed on Zhang Fan, his expression changed slightly.
Although Zhang Fan's body was slightly trembling, he didn't think that Zhang Fan was scared at all. This was because Zhang Fan's young and tender face didn't show a single trace of fear, instead, it was incomparably calm. However, his black eyes revealed boundless killing intent.
The middle-aged man's body trembled. 'Trash! Who's talking nonsense like Zhang Fan? I'm afraid I'll be the first to slap that person. If trash has such an appearance, no matter how you look at it, he's like a homicidal maniac!'
"You … You can wait here for a while. When you hear the referee's voice, you can leave. " The middle-aged man instructed Zhang Fan as he walked outside.
"This little guy is really fair and tender, just like a little girl."
He seemed to have forgotten something, inside the Martial Hall, there was also a contest. If one did not have any strength here, then one would be killed here before one could even go out …. "Turning his head, looking over, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, the man was called Yun Zhe, he recognized the man right now, and he was also one of the more optimistic ones. Although he had a yellow card on him, he was someone who had won eight battles in a row, and just as he was about to speak, he also wanted to see Zhang Fan's performance.
Zhang Fan raised his head and looked at the person who spoke. His clothes were in disarray and there was a yellow sign hanging from his waist.
"A yellow card martial artist." Zhang Fan looked at that man and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile.
When the man saw Zhang Fan's appearance, he was stunned for a moment before laughing out loud. "Little rascal, let's go home and drink some milk. This place isn't suitable for you."
"Phew."
An alluring voice came from the scabbard. It was a long streak of purple light.
Bang! The man was lying on the ground, a bloody wound appearing on his neck. His eyes were wide open, and they were filled with an expression of disbelief.
"Clang!"
The sound of a person putting his body back into his scabbard rang out, and the corners of Zhang Fan's mouth curled up. It was as if killing a person was an insignificant matter to him.
The entire hall became silent. At this moment, the sound of a pin drop could be heard easily. Everyone looked at the depressed young man in shock. They couldn't believe what they had just heard.
A chilling killing intent rose in the air. The essence of Zhang Fan's bones had been completely ignited and exposed the moment the man fell to the ground.
The middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Zhang Fan's movements were extremely fast, and he could only vaguely hear the sound of Zhang Fan unsheathing his sword, then a purple glow, and then the sword was sheathed. It was simple, direct, and clear.
More importantly, Zhang Fan's age, a seventeen or eighteen year old boy, had actually completely disregarded killing him with a single move. This had deeply provoked them.
"This little guy is quite interesting." At the corner of the hall, a man opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Fan. His expression was slightly fluctuating, and there were at least ten people who were looking at Zhang Fan in the same way.
Zhang Fan's eyes swept the area. His black pupils carried a purple glow, and his entire body was like an unsheathed treasured sword. His edge was revealed, and when he saw Zhang Fan's gaze, his heart jumped as he turned his head away.
Zhang Fan didn't mind anyone provoking him. He knew that the man hadn't expected him to pull out his sword so suddenly, so he wasn't prepared for it.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath. He felt that there was no need to worry about Zhang Fan anymore.
At this moment, they were in the middle of the match with a break of twenty minutes.
At this moment, a man in a flowery robe came up to the giant round table. He looked calm and indifferent as he spoke, "The next battle will be a temporary transfer. A member of the preliminaries versus Karl, a yellow card fighter. Everyone can place their bets now.
However, they still chose to place their bets. Because the preliminaries were those who did not participate, a few people still chose to participate in the preliminaries, hoping for a fluke. What if the preliminaries were not as simple as they thought?
However, the majority of the people he chose were Yellow Ranked Martial Disciples. This was because Karl's strength was very strong. He was probably a Grade Three Martial Master. After all, he was much more reliable.
"I'd like to bet 10,000 gold on the preliminaries." Feng Batian looked towards a staff member.
The staff member was clearly surprised. Ten thousand gold coins might not be a large sum here, but it was the first time ten thousand gold coins had completely fallen onto a preliminaries member.
"Confirmed ten thousand yuan?" The staff looked at Feng Batian in confusion.
Feng Batian gently nodded his head. After performing the operation, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. "Ling'er, let's see how much you can raise these ten thousand gold coins …"
Twenty minutes later, those who wanted to place their bets were all done. Those who hadn't placed their bets were waiting to watch the match.
At this moment, the Chinese-robed man had once again arrived on the huge battle stage, and his cold voice resounded in the air.
"The match begins." With these words, the energy within the man's body surged.
Zhang Fan, of course, heard the loud voice in the hall. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the restlessness in his heart and walked outside, followed by a man who stabbed Zhang Fan with a large saber and said with a cold smile, "This little guy has a bit of strength. I can only say that he was too careless. I'll let you know what a human purgatory is.
Zhang Fan lifted his head and glanced at the man. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his expression revealed a hint of disdain. He was not even interested in talking to someone like that. He directly walked toward the stage.
The man was obviously surprised for a moment. The killing intent in his eyes deepened as he sneered and followed her.
When the two of them arrived at the platform, the people around them immediately went silent. Their eyes were filled with disbelief as they couldn't believe what had just happened. Just what kind of child did he come up with?
Those who had voted for the preliminaries were staring with wide eyes, followed by fury. Their hands were truly cheap. As for those who had voted for Karl, they all revealed joyful expressions. Wasn't this an overwhelming feeling?
The moment he started to descend, the man's cold gaze landed on Zhang Fan. His right hand held onto the saber as his left hand spread out. Energy surged as a scarlet soul appeared. In that instant, the man's body seemed to have grown taller.
Zhang Fan was unmoved. He didn't even draw his sword as he stood with his hands behind his back, sizing up that man.
That man trembled as a trace of anger shot out from his eyes. Was the other party disdainful of his strength? Or was he conceited about it …
There were also many people around him who had the same thoughts as the man. Many of them sighed inwardly with expressions full of regret. It was truly a pity for this young man to be hanging here.
"Young master …" Ouyang Xian`er's small hands were tightly clenched, and worry was written all over her face.
The man clenched his left hand, and the scarlet soul instantly flowed through his entire body. At that moment, all the muscles in his body started to move, and his eyes became bloodshot, filled with a ruthless aura.
Licking his lips, the man looked at Zhang Fan with a bloodthirsty gaze and said, "Little guy, I'll let you have a taste of what it feels like to be a branch family."
Zhang Fan's expression did not change at all. The only difference was the sneer on his face.
Seeing Zhang Fan remain unmoved, the man was instantly enraged. He turned the saber in his left hand to his right hand, and an indescribable force instantly rose from the man's body. His entire body shot forward, and the large blade in his hand swept towards Zhang Fan with a terrifying aura.
Zhang Fan's breathing became sluggish, but his heart became even more restless. At that moment, he even closed his eyes, and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.
What?" Everyone present was stunned. 'Did this preliminaries come here just to die?
Feng Batian's heart was also tensed up, but he quickly relaxed. A light flashed in his eyes.
The purple glow rose up along with the circulation of the Purple Clouds technique. Opening his eyes, he looked at the man who had already arrived before him. At that instant, Zhang Fan also moved.
A cold voice filled with boundless killing intent suddenly rang out, "Open Taichi Palm!"
As soon as his words fell, purple light appeared around his body. It was as if a gale was blowing, and he quickly shook his body. His right hand flipped up, and in an instant, his entire palm was covered in a hazy purple light.
The Mighty Heavenly Palm was known for its tyrannical power. If it could unleash its full power, it would be able to break apart even boulders. Zhang Fan had learned this palm technique from an ancient martial family. With the activation of the third layer of the Purple Clouds technique, the originally gentle Purple Clouds technique instantly became tyrannical and shot forward with unparalleled power.
Domineering versus domineering, let's see who is more powerful
"Bang."
His palm struck the sharp blade.
The first thing he felt was the terrifying force coming from the huge blade. He was slightly surprised, but soon after, a purple light flashed and the tyrannical power of the Mighty Heavenly Thunder Palm erupted like a volcano.
The two streams of energy flowed and collided. With an ear-piercing sound, the two of them simultaneously retreated.
At this moment, everyone present was shocked. That young man actually blocked the man with his bare hands without any Martial Spirit assisting him …
When Ouyang Xian'er, who had her eyes tightly closed, heard the silence, she covered her eyes with her hands and gently opened them a crack. When she saw that there wasn't a single injury on Zhang Fan's body, her face revealed a pleasant surprise.
Feng Batian's heart was slightly shocked as well, his eyes flashed with a bright light. Zhang Fan's move was directly misunderstood by him to be a result of Ji Tong's cultivation technique.