Dragon Sovereign

His black eyes swept across the entire area. His eyebrows gently twitched as the corners of his mouth curled up. The aura emanating from his body became even more enchanting.    

    

"Phew!"    

    

An ear-piercing whistling sound rang out. Zhang Fan turned his head to look and discovered that the referee had landed beside him. His eyes were burning. Zhang Fan could clearly hear him exhaling at this moment.    

    

"The winner of this preliminary battle is here. Congratulations on being promoted to a yellow card fighter."    

    

The man raised Zhang Fan's hands and his muffled voice echoed throughout the entire arena. Immediately, the people who were betting on Zhang Fan winning began cheering.    

    

Feng Batian leaned back in his seat, a rare smile appearing on his indifferent and dignified face. It was obvious that his mental state had completely relaxed.    

    

Ouyang Xian`er's big eyes were twinkling and filled with happiness as she clenched her small fists tightly. Her Young Master was the best!    

    

"Little brother, can you tell us your name?"    

    

With a slight raise of his eyebrows, Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly. His lips moved slightly as he said in a calm voice, "I will never change my name. My name is Feng Ling."    

    

With a simple and forceful sentence, the cheers instantly came to a halt, becoming absolutely silent. Feng Ling or the others had misheard Feng Ling, because in their minds, he was a top quality trash! Could it be that there were other people called Feng Ling from the Flowing Wind Nation?    

    

Zhang Fan's expression remained the same as he looked at the shocked crowd around him. If anything had changed, it could only be said that the arrogance on Zhang Fan's face had deepened.    

    

It wasn't that such a young boy hadn't appeared in the entire Martial Hall, but it wasn't that such a young man hadn't appeared in the Martial Arts Hall. He was carrying the title of trash and didn't use his Martial Spirit during a normal battle … … At this moment, even he was wondering if this young man was that trash Feng Ling.    

    

At this time, Zhang Fan's reputation had completely exploded. Although it could not be said that it had been passed down for hundreds of generations, it definitely could have reached the level where it could be said to be unheard-of …    

    

Cheers sounded out once again. The clamor this time around was even louder than before, causing people's blood to boil with excitement.    

    

While the corpse was being dragged down, Zhang Fan once again returned to the dimly lit hall. Leaning against a smooth stone pillar, he held his sword with both hands and closed his black eyes, slowly circulating the Purple Clouds technique within his body. Although he had won the last battle, he had been fortunate enough to lose a lot of the Purple Clouds technique within his body.    

    

Within the great hall, countless gazes swept across Zhang Fan, all carrying traces of astonishment. It was obvious that none of them had expected this youth to actually be able to win the competition.    

    

At this moment, a pair of interested eyes were also sizing up Zhang Fan. At this moment, Zhang Fan seemed to have felt something.    

    

Zhang Fan opened his eyes, which were filled with pitch-black pearls, and looked over. He narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He then closed his eyes once again.    

    

The man with the vigilant mind was somewhat surprised. When he saw Zhang Fan close his eyes again, he even felt that his vision had gone blurry …    

    

Some people knew that it was because of the influence of the previous match. After all, it was very difficult to see such a battle; not to mention that the youth's figure had grabbed everyone's attention, the figure that stood so proud was still vivid in their minds.    

    

The battle quickly came to an end. When the referee announced that Feng Ling was next, everyone immediately held their breaths and became restless. When the time came for people to bet, nearly two-fifths of them chose Zhang Fan.    

    

As for those three fifths, they believed that Zhang Fan still had some luck with his victory. Furthermore, the losses from his last battle were definitely not something that Zhang Fan could match up to right now …    

    

Feng Batian's breath was still silent. When the judge announced that Feng Ling was going to go up on stage, his aura suddenly exploded, but he immediately restrained himself, and looked at the staff members not far away: "All the money I have won including the bet on my bet, overwhelm Feng Ling."    

    

The staff member was obviously surprised, but seeing Feng Batian's determination, his lips moved and he didn't say anything else.    

    

Ten minutes later, a white-robed youth stood once again on the platform. Cheers sounded out as his black pupils trembled. His hands, which were holding onto his sword, were tightly clenched.    

    

At this moment, the person standing in front of Zhang Fan was a rough looking big man. His right hand held a long blade and his beard gave off a very carefree feeling.    

    

The big man's name was Cage, Yellow Ranked Warrior Rank, Sixth Rank Warrior. He had won eight matches in a row, and he possessed the Martial Spirit Demonic Bear and Beast Martial Spirit, one of the special magical beasts. Not only were their attacks violent, but most importantly, their defense was also extraordinary.    

    

"Let's begin!"    

    

At this time, an indifferent voice sounded out. The energy in the big man's body suddenly rose up violently, just like a wild beast on the run.    

    

"Buzz!"    

    

A light sound rang out as the Martial Spirit emerged and a grey bear appeared. The moment the man's left hand tightened, a ferocious and dangerous aura slowly emerged from his body.    

    

The big guy stood there like an undefeated god of war. His identity was currently just a yellow card, but his strength definitely qualified to enter the level of a blue card martial artist. In fact, it might even be a bit higher …    

    

This battle was definitely a battle of disparity in strength. This battle was definitely going to be extremely dangerous …    

    

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up brightly, his brows slightly raised, and his expression became serious. The man's strength was extremely tyrannical, definitely many times stronger than the previous person.    

    

The hot blood flowed like a sea of smoke …    

    

Even if you are an undefeatable War God, you will not leave a mark under my sword. Even if you are a Martial Saint, you will not regret being weakened by me! Even if you are strong, you are still just an idiot under my sword.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

The sound of a sword being unsheathed sounded out, and Zhang Fan's aura began to fluctuate, just like a treasured sword being unsheathed, the bloodlust in his bones slowly condensed, and an irresistible, violent, and heavy feeling appeared, looking down on everyone, making them not dare to look directly at him, and the extraordinary feeling once again grabbed everyone's attention.    

    

He, Zhang Fan, was a supreme assassin. He had never received threats from anyone before. As a supreme assassin, he had never been afraid of any resistance …    

    

Her pitch-black pupils jumped up and down once again, causing people's hearts to tremble …    

    

"Roar!"    

    

A loud shout exploded like a bomb, its heavy steps seemed to step on everyone's hearts. The big man moved, the long blade in his right hand was mixed with a sense of craziness. A terrifying energy surged as it directly swept towards Zhang Fan.    

    

A terrifying energy blade cut through the air, accompanied by an ear-piercing whistling sound.    

    

His white robe fluttered as his black eyes suddenly became focused and bright. The resplendent purple light suddenly erupted as his right foot stomped lightly. His black hair floated in the air as his figure relaxed under the energy blades that were like a violent storm.    

    

"Buzz!"    

    

The sound of a sword clanging could be heard as the figure flashed across the blade with a flash of energy. A long sword came sweeping down on the man with an irresistible force.    

    

"Hmph."    

    

With a cold snort, along with a trace of disdain, the burly man instantly pounced towards Zhang Fan. The long blade in his hand whistled through the air, emitting a threatening sharpness.    

    

A clear gap appeared. Zhang Fan's body was like a small boat in the sea, giving off a feeling of being unable to withstand a single blow. However, it was this small boat that, regardless of how perilous it was, I still bravely advanced.    

    

"Berserk Slash!"    

    

The two got closer and closer. When they were less than one meter apart, the big man let out a loud shout. The long sword in his hand hummed as it descended with a violent aura unique to martial spirits.    

    

Bursting Slash, a high-grade yellow-rank cultivation technique. It was able to instantly use all the strength in one's body to give the opponent a crazy attack.    

    

Zhang Fan's expression did not change, but he was secretly shocked inside. The sword in his hand trembled even more violently.    

    

"Broken Sword!"    

    

A low and tranquil voice rang out. The purple light revolved around like a bolt of lightning as it met the difficult situation …    

    

Broken Sword. Yun Luo Sword's first sword move. The three layers of purple light had been completely unleashed. The sword technique had been completely displayed.    

    

The resplendent sword images circulated within the purple light, causing it to be extremely glaring. Its sharpness could even captivate a person's heart …    

    

"Bang!"    

    

An ear-piercing sound could be heard, causing everyone to clench their teeth. The white figure was pushed back explosively, his black eyes filled with shock. Although the broken sword had blocked most of the enemy's attacks, the huge force was still transmitted over, causing Zhang Fan's arm to feel a bit numb.    

    

With a wave of his right hand, the sword in his hand let out another long cry. The Cloud Wave Sword Art was not a match for the Cloud Wave Sword Art! However, it was not a match for the five thousand year old sword art!    

    

He exerted force with his right foot and the white silhouette shot out again. This proved that he wanted to prove that there was no one who could match his Yunluo Sword Technique. He wanted to prove that his Yunluo Sword Technique was unstoppable …    

    

Looking at the white colored youth that was rushing over, the burly man was slightly surprised. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth as he spread out his left hand. An aura that seemed to have been dormant for a long time filled the air.    

    

"Riot Palm!"    

    

With a low growl, the big man instantly pressed down with his left hand. The martial power in his body started to revolve, and a terrifying energy began to flow from his left hand towards Zhang Fan.    

    

The Rampage Palm was one of the soul skills Cage had learned. It was powerful and fierce.    

    

"Sword kinesis!"    

    

Zhang Fan spat out those ice-cold words as the sword in his hand vibrated and let out a long screech. Countless sword shadows were like a torrential storm, unstoppable …    

    

Everyone present was deeply shocked. Once again, they held their breath. 'What kind of cultivation technique is this?'    

    

Feng Batian's fists were clenched tightly as he looked at the young man who was going to fight in the field with a fierce gaze. His mind was in turmoil.    

    

Ouyang Xian`er's small hands were also clasped together, and her eyes were filled with worry.