Dragon Sovereign

"Him?" Since they were all existences with the same level of strength, Zhang Fan couldn't be bothered to pick any of them.    

    

As Zhang Fan landed on the platform, that person directly walked up, glancing at Zhang Fan with a disdainful expression on his face.    

    

"Brat, come on. If you can hold on for five minutes, you'll win." A man inside glanced at Zhang Fan and said indifferently. Perhaps because of the battle just now, the man still had some energy floating from his body.    

    

Zhang Fan nodded his head slightly. Without any hesitation, he carried the little magical beast and walked up.    

    

"You don't need a weapon?" The man frowned slightly. In addition, did this guy still carry a magical beast? Was he conceited and strong? Or was he just looking down on himself?    

    

"No need. Let's begin," Zhang Fan said coolly.    

    

"What an arrogant brat!" The man couldn't help but say, his face revealing a hint of a sneer. "If you don't lose within three minutes, I will admit defeat!"    

    

Judging from the man's floating energy, his strength should be at the rank of a general. As for how much he had, it was unknown, it was indeed very strong, but he was not afraid. Furthermore, the man's words made him feel slightly unhappy, and his calm voice sounded out, "Sometimes it's good to leave a way for yourself to escape. "Besides, if you don't lose three points, then so what if I admit defeat?"    

    

His current strength was at the sixth level of the Martial Grand Master level. With the power of the Purple Dawn technique, if his opponent could not be defeated in three points, then he could be considered to have lived for nothing. Since his opponent had declared that he was arrogant, then he was arrogant to the end.    

    

The man looked slightly gloomy after hearing this, because it was up to him to not say anything good to anyone who came in, because whether or not they could pass the exam, he would definitely be able to see through them. If they could pass the exam, he could really see through them, and even if he couldn't win a single cent, but when encountering that kind of self-righteous person, he would always ruthlessly beat them up.    

    

"Hmph, kid, watch this!" That man shouted at this moment, accompanied by the violent fluctuations of martial power. In the next second, that man arrived in front of him, and an extremely terrifying energy ruthlessly smashed towards his body.    

    

He narrowed his eyes and raised his right hand. "Divine Punisher Blade!"    

    

As the voice rang out, the seemingly calm Zhang Fan from one second suddenly changed in the next. His long black hair trembled, and an incomparably sharp aura was instantly released, like a sharp blade that had just left its sheath.    

    

When the expert made his move, he was the only one left. Feeling the powerful sharpness, the man in charge of the test revealed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and even disbelief. Now, he finally understood why Zhang Fan wanted him to leave a way out.    

    

However, could it be that he was afraid of a newcomer with his general level of strength? With a sneer, the man's strength suddenly increased, and a wild energy immediately filled his eyes.    

    

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed, and his right hand instantly changed moves. Amidst the wild energy fluctuations, the God Slaughtering Sword once again erupted. Accompanying the crazy sword intent was a bold and unrestrained attack that welcomed the incoming attack.    

    

"Bang!" An energy ripple swirled as Zhang Fan's body swayed. His figure appeared once more in a blur. He raised his right hand and waved it. Countless sword shadows appeared once more, their sharp auras filling the entire hall.    

    

Everyone present revealed an expression of surprise, including the middle-aged man who had brought Zhang Fan in.    

    

With his bare hands, it was as if he was holding a sharp blade technique. How could he possibly wave his martial soul so easily? Yet, he didn't feel any movement of his martial soul. Just how did he do it?    

    

Everyone present began to speculate at the same time.    

    

The man fighting against Zhang Fan was even more shocked. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead as the energy in his body surged. A huge palm print appeared on his palm.    

    

He wanted to use his Martial Spirit now, but seeing that Zhang Fan was useless, he would probably embarrass himself first. So now, he could only bite the bullet and go for it.    

    

The three layers of sword intent gushed forth, and upon seeing the incoming palm imprints, Zhang Fan's three bodies instantly merged into one. With a wave of his right hand, the sharp sword intent once again exploded forth, slicing apart the opponent's palm imprints.    

    

"Thunder!" An indifferent voice rang out again. An afterimage appeared, and Zhang Fan appeared in front of the man in the blink of an eye.    

    

"What a fast speed!" That man's heart skipped a beat as he gathered his manic Martial Spirit once again. Immediately, it pressed down with an ear-piercing sound.    

    

Zhang Fan's breathing became sluggish. A Martial General was on the same level as a Martial Grand Master after all. There was still some pressure, but the other party did not use his Martial Spirit. This made it seem much easier.    

    

After his body exploded, a beautiful arc appeared. It could be said that Zhang Fan had made a huge arc in the air with the man as the center. After dodging the opponent's attack range, his body charged forward once again.    

    

"A minute has passed."    

    

The man's face turned red, and he let out a loud shout that was extremely eye-catching. He raised both of his hands, and once again condensed his martial power, causing a ferocious look to appear on the man's face. One minute had passed, but Zhang Fan could forget about passing this assessment.    

    

"Azure Thunder Fist!"    

    

The man raised his right hand once again. This time, Zhang Fan could clearly feel that the other party's strength had increased tremendously. Following which, a huge palm print appeared once more, shooting towards Zhang Fan with great momentum.    

    

His right hand was raised up once again, and the three layers of sword intent once again appeared. What was the sword intent? It was the congealed will of Zhang Fan, and he could still cut off the general level of power. Even if he could not cut it down, he could at least make the opponent's palm print weaken a little.    

    

When the three layers of sword intents started moving, they still gave off Zhang Fan's unparalleled aura. As his right hand waved, the sword intent surged once again. A chilling killing intent once again appeared as his right hand swung out like a substantial sword shadow.    

    

The ear-piercing sound made everyone's scalp tingle. With one strike, the palm print instantly weakened. Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and all the grade six martial power condensed in the palm of his hand.    

    

"Shattering Yuan Palm!"    

    

It was true that the strength of a Grade Six Martial Grand Master was not as terrifying as that of a general level expert. However, when the sword intent weakened once, a huge explosion occurred and the man's palm print was completely dissipated from the impact.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Fan's body trembled slightly, and a sweet smell appeared, but it was forcefully suppressed by him, and a shadow once again appeared. When it arrived in front of the man, he raised his right hand, and with two fingers pressed together, the shadow stopped three inches away from the man's chest.    

    

"Not even three points. You've lost!" Zhang Fan said, looking at the man with a fierce gaze.    

    

A hint of disbelief appeared on the man's face, but the fierceness in his heart could be clearly seen. It was as if as he moved, a bloody hole would appear.    

    

"How could that be?" That man couldn't believe it. His face turned red again as he said, "I haven't used my Martial Spirit yet, let's try again!"    

    

Zhang Fan sneered, his indifferent eyes sweeping over the man: "I used my martial spirit, but even so, you lost, and now you have lost, remember, when you speak, you have to leave yourself a way out." Zhang Fan paused, then continued: "The word 'arrogant' is not bad, I accept it, but so what if you are arrogant because I have the qualifications and you don't have it?"    

    

It was hard to imagine that such a young man could perform so well. Especially that sentence, because I have the qualifications to act so arrogantly, and it fully reflected my arrogance.    

    

And it was indeed so. So what if he was arrogant? Arrogant under such strength wasn't something that would arouse displeasure in others. Rather, it would give others a feeling of special meaning.    

    

Withdrawing his right hand, Zhang Fan glanced at the man again and said, "You can come and find me at any time if you don't want to. I'll accept your challenge at any time."    

    

One, the Azure Cloud Academy's assessment could not stop him. The other, was Zhang Fan's will. Regardless of which one it was, when it came to a young man like him, it was enough to make people feel admiration.    

    

The middle-aged man who had brought Zhang Fan in also glanced at Zhang Fan in surprise. There had been many people who had defeated their opponents in such a long time, but only a handful had done so. Zhang Fan's strength was considered powerful, but Zhang Fan's grasp on the advantages of battle was perhaps even better.    

    

Taking Zhang Fan's plate, he waved his right hand and an imprint appeared on the plate. He looked at Zhang Fan and said, "We can proceed with the next test, but the next test won't be that easy." After you go out, give the sign to the person in charge of registration outside and they will tell you the exact location of the next test. "    

    

After Zhang Fan nodded his head, he walked out, as though he didn't care about this at all.    

    

At this moment, there was a strange expression on their faces. Three minutes, did they lose or win? In their confusion, they quickly noticed the tablet in Zhang Fan's hand. Shock appeared on their faces. Needless to say, Zhang Fan had won. And since it only took three minutes to get out, there was only one possible scenario left. Zhang Fan had won, and defeated the examinee.