C127 You've Lost
C127 You've Lost
As she watched the two leave, a complicated look surfaced in Yue Yi's eyes once again. An uncomfortable feeling rose from within her heart.
After watching the two of them leave, only then did Yue Yi retract her gaze. She took a deep breath, turned her gaze towards the arena and waited patiently.
After Zhang Fan brought Ouyang Xian`er to Stage Six, he stayed with her for a while before returning to Stage Three. When he passed Stage Four, he found another familiar face. His expression slightly fluctuated, but he still walked towards it.
"Miss, you must work hard to get first place!" As Zhang Fan approached, he heard Zi Ling's voice.
"If you take first place, Young Master Feng Ling will definitely have a whole new level of respect for you, and then fall in love with Young Miss!"
Zhang Fan was slightly startled. He could not help but reveal an awkward expression. After hesitating for a moment, he let out a dry cough and walked over after regaining his calm.
"Ye Xuan, Zi Ling, both of you are registering!" Zhang Fan tried his best to keep his voice as calm as possible.
"Miss, I think I heard Young Master Zhang Fan's voice." Zi Ling's eyes were filled with doubt as she spoke to Ye Xuan. She then turned around and saw Zhang Fan smiling at the two of them.
"Miss …" Zi Ling's eyes widened as she stretched out her small hand to quickly push against Ye Xuan.
"What's wrong, Zi Ling?" Ye Xuan turned around and looked at Zi Ling, puzzled.
"It's Young Master Feng!" Zi Ling quickly said, and she couldn't help but reveal a happy expression.
When she saw Zhang Fan standing there smiling at them, she was stunned for a moment. Her lively eyes revealed a look of disbelief, and when she looked carefully, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, but there was a look of joy on her face, and her voice trembled as she said: "You …. "You're back."
"Yes, I'm back." Zhang Fan nodded with a smile. Then he continued, "How have you been lately?"
"Pretty good!" Ye Xuan's spirited eyes once again fluctuated, a hint of redness appearing as she gently lowered her head. Was Zhang Fan saying these words out of concern for her?
Zhang Fan looked suspiciously at Ye Xuan. He couldn't help but admit that Ye Xuan was actually quite pretty. She had a perfect oval face, especially now that her face was pink, it gave off the feeling of looking forward to a beautiful woman.
"Have you been well?" Ye Xuan asked. "I heard from Big Brother Yue Yi that you had something to take care of so you could go out."
"It's pretty good." Zhang Fan had roughly guessed that since Ye Xuan didn't see him, she might ask about him. As for Yue Yi, who was often with him, she was naturally the first choice.
One must know, she had imagined countless times what she would say if Zhang Fan were to come back. In fact, two days ago, he had even gone over it once, but now, after seeing Zhang Fan, his mind suddenly felt blank, and he couldn't even remember what it was. At that moment of anxiety, tears almost fell down his face.
"Alright, the match is about to start, keep up the good work," Zhang Fan said with a smile.
"Okay, then you have to do your best!" Ye Xuan went along with Zhang Fan's words, and at this time, Zhang Fan waved his hand and walked towards platform three.
Looking at Zhang Fan's back, Ye Xuan's tears finally couldn't help but fall. How could it be like this? She had clearly thought about it …
"Miss, why are you crying?" Zi Ling, who was at the side, couldn't help but anxiously say.
"I'm fine!" Ye Xuan gently shook her head as she reached out her small hand to wipe her tears, but her face quickly revealed a determined look. No matter what, Zhang Fan had come back, she had not waited half a year for him in vain.
After arriving on platform three, Zhang Fan saw that it was surrounded by a lot of people. In his heart, he knew that there should be some visitors mixed in with the contestants.
After staying there for a while, an old man walked over, and in an instant, the crowd automatically opened up a path for the old man. After the old man stepped onto the stage, his gaze swept across the entire place and then spoke in an old voice: "I am the teacher in charge of # 3, and I will explain the rules here, no killing is allowed on the stage. Other than that, absolute strength is not allowed, so you will automatically jump off the stage.
"Also, select the numbers for the competition. Alright, let's begin!"
As his indifferent voice faded away, he walked towards a dead end on the edge of the platform. There was a table there, and with a flip of the old man's hand, a box appeared in his palm. He placed the box on the table, reached out, and took out two numbers.
Following the voice of the old man, two figures jumped up onto the platform.
"Let's begin." The old man didn't waste any more time as he spoke again.
As the old man finished speaking, two rays of light were instantly released. As the Martial Spirit entered his body, it directly charged towards the opponent. The instant the two of them came into contact, a wave of energy also rippled out from their bodies.
The energy fluctuations were like the ripples of sleep, clearly visible as ripples that rippled out in all directions.
Perhaps this was a match between newbies, but Zhang Fan felt it was extremely simple. If it was him, he could have several methods to subdue his opponent.
At this moment, Zhang Fan's gaze shifted to the other platforms. He noticed that the other platforms were all starting to fight. Helplessly exhaling a breath of air, Zhang Fan waited patiently.
The most important things were cultivation techniques, martial spirits, and weapons. If it was Zhang Fan, he would add another line to this as a skill. Sometimes, he would seize the right opportunity.
Of course, this was only for newcomers, if it really was a fight between experts, then it would be a fight for every second. Of course, this was only for newcomers, if it really was a fight between experts, it would be a fight for every second.
Perhaps it was not the most powerful course, but he would definitely strive for the sake of breaking through his limits. This was because every time he broke through a new limit, another new limit would be welcomed. However, each time, the limits would become more and more difficult.
While Zhang Fan was deep in thought, an ear-piercing yet low sound rang out. Lifting his head, he found that one of the men had been hit by another man, and was sent flying and heavily smashed into the battle stage. However, the one who had won was definitely not feeling well.
"324 wins." The aged voice didn't carry any ripples as it divided the two numbers, with the left winning and the right losing.
The victor's face revealed a look of pleasant surprise, and the loser's face had a hint of disappointment on it. However, he did not say much, and supported his body as he walked down the stage.
"Next group, 304 versus 320." The old man took out another pair of numbers, and his voice sounded again.
As the old man's voice fell, another two men walked up onto the stage. With a start, the Martial Spirit entered their bodies with a tremble of light, and with a low shout, it quickly dashed towards its opponent.
Twenty minutes later, accompanied by the old voice, the outcome was decided once again. The two numbers were separated and the next group was selected.
As the battle continued, it was almost noon when Zhang Fan appeared on stage.
The person he was battling was a man as well. His right hand was wielding a weapon, and as he ascended the stage, a proud expression appeared on his face. That gaze of his did not take Zhang Fan seriously at all.
Zhang Fan's expression didn't change in the slightest. Even when the old man shouted out 'start', Zhang Fan still maintained the same posture as before.
"Humph!" A cold snort sounded and a ray of light flashed. The beast spirit was absorbed into the man's body the moment it appeared. As the energy rose, the man charged toward Zhang Fan at an extremely fast speed.
The man lifted his right hand, and a fierce aura instantly enveloped Zhang Fan, getting closer and closer to him. Zhang Fan stared at the man, and as his eyes slightly narrowed, a faint light also flashed in his eyes. When the two of them were less than two meters apart, the energy on the man's body instantly surged forth, and when he made his move, the eye-piercing purple light was like the sun rising in the east. At that moment, he couldn't help but blink.
This eye-piercing sight lasted less than a second, but in that one second, an ice-cold feeling came from his neck, and his forward charging body came to a sudden stop. Turning his head to look, he saw a longsword placed on his neck, and the ice-cold aura seeped into his bones, causing him to involuntarily shiver. He lifted his head to look at Zhang Fan with a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.
"You lost!"
These three simple words were like a heavy hammer that fiercely smashed into his heart. An expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and only now did he realize something, because he had been thinking about what method he should use to defeat Zhang Fan.
However, what he didn't expect was that right at the beginning, he would lose, to the point of being baffled, so this result was clearly hard for him to accept.
He wasn't the only one who was stunned. Everyone else was stunned as well. Zhang Fan moved quickly, giving them the feeling that he had already drawn his sword. The man then rushed forward and stopped in place, just like he was sending himself to death …
This was an illusion, and this illusion was an illusion that only appeared in the stars due to extremely great ingenuity and mastery …