Dragon Sovereign

Zhang Fan also noticed this at this moment, and his expression immediately revealed a bit of admiration.    

    

If you were to fight with your opponent, you would not have the slightest intention to fight, instead, you would be suppressed by him. On the contrary, if your fighting will was getting stronger, it would become a huge evolution, and it could even be reversed during a battle.    

    

Judging from Ji Manwen's performance, reversing the situation wasn't an impossible feat. There was a phrase used to describe how strong Ji Manwen became, and how he became when fighting was increasing in strength. This was a term that could be used by Ji Manwen.    

    

Ji Manwen's opponent was weaker than him by three levels, but at this moment, he felt that his opponent was getting stronger and more difficult to deal with. However, if he failed, it would be a shame, so he clenched his teeth and decided to make use of the advantage in power.    

    

But every time, Ji Manwen would rush over to him, not giving him the time to do so.    

    

The suppression was getting clearer and clearer. At this time, the man couldn't help but look towards the candle, only to discover that there was still one more small section left. His face instantly lit up with indescribable joy; if he persisted until the candle burnt out and Ji Manwen finished his examination, then he would also have left some face, which would count as killing two birds with one stone.    

    

Zhang Fan shook his head helplessly. Actually, the most taboo thing in a battle was being distracted. If Ji Manwen fully understood how to seize this opportunity, then the outcome would be decided at this time. Just as he was thinking about this, a loud whistling sound came from the crowd and countless sword shadows suddenly appeared, completely enveloping the man.    

    

After doing all of this, the man instantly recovered from his shock and jumped in fright. His right hand instantly gripped and a crazy energy instantly erupted. As he blocked the energy, a figure also appeared in front of him.    

    

"Thousand Golden Ruler!" A delicate voice rang at this time, and an illusory shadow directly hit the man's body.    

    

After landing on the ground, the man also flipped over and quickly stood up. At this moment, Ji Manwen's figure once again appeared not far away from the man, and a sword instantly grabbed onto the man's neck. His movements were extremely similar to Zhang Fan's.    

    

"You lost!" These two simple words came out at this moment, but he could not suppress the joy in his voice. He could not help but look in Zhang Fan's direction, and when he saw the praise on Zhang Fan's face once again, his heart jumped with joy.    

    

She had not only proven herself, but she had also satisfied Zhang Fan to a large extent. Therefore, she was still very interested in the letter written by Ji Man.    

    

"Yes, the contestant won the test and defeated his opponent, and his performance is excellent." The white-haired elder looked at Ji Manwen with a look of admiration on his face.    

    

At the same time, applause came from all around the arena. Ji Manwen immediately jumped off the platform with an embarrassed look on his face.    

    

"Alright, there's still one more to go." The white-haired old man's eyes flickered as he spoke.    

    

Zhang Fan let out a sigh of relief at this moment. His figure also sped up and in an instant, the cheers of the three girls could be heard.    

    

A smile appeared on his face. At the same time, his elegant figure landed directly on the platform. At this moment, his indifferent voice directly rang out, "Feng Ling, Saint Tier 2."    

    

Following Zhang Fan's voice, everyone present who didn't understand Zhang Fan's strength cried out in surprise. A Saint Stage expert at such a young age … wasn't that a bit too exaggerated?    

    

The white-haired old man slightly nodded his head. At this moment, an old man jumped up and his gaze landed on Zhang Fan with a peculiar expression. When Zhang Fan had first arrived, he had briefly come into contact with Zhang Fan.    

    

Zhang Fan was very strong, truly very strong. Although the old man knew that his strength was much higher than Zhang Fan's, he still couldn't help but reveal an extremely solemn expression.    

    

"Mm, let the match begin!" The white-haired old man said at this time, and after he finished speaking, the white-haired old man jumped off the platform. Because the energy released by the Saint Ruler competition might not be enough, after coming down, he also had everyone retreat, in order to prevent any accidental injuries.    

    

At this moment, he had yet to break through to the Second Order Saint realm, but now he could consider making use of this opportunity to make a breakthrough. This was because he did not have much time with a Saint realm expert, and if he fought for a long period of time, perhaps he could use this opportunity to provoke them. If he broke through on the stage, then the pressure would be much greater, but before that, he would face twice the pressure that he should normally have.    

    

The old man looked at Zhang Fan, a grave expression appearing on his face. Then, he said, "Then let's begin." With that, an afterimage appeared, and his next step appeared before Zhang Fan in an instant.    

    

After a short period of contact, ear-piercing and earsplitting sounds were heard. The energy was like a volcanic eruption as it surged out in all directions, and at the same time, those people who were far away from the battle stage began to sweat. They were glad that they had been struck by such a terrifying energy; otherwise, they would have been done for.    

    

Ji Manwen looked at Zhang Fan on the platform, with a strange look in her eyes. At this time, she thought of her first battle with Zhang Fan, and once again thought of the words she had left behind.    

    

After the first explosion, Zhang Fan seemed to be at a disadvantage. However, this time, Zhang Fan took the initiative and sped up. The old man was also unwilling to fall behind.    

    

He didn't have a martial soul, martial skill, or soul skill. At this moment, he was completely bursting with energy.    

    

At this moment, perhaps it wasn't that beautiful, but the impact from the collision shocked the disciples of Ji Clan. How could a Saint-rank expert be so reckless in a battle against a Saint-rank expert?    

    

This stalemate lasted for about ten minutes. At this time, the two of them separated amidst a loud bang. At this moment, Zhang Fan was still retreating a bit, while the old man was much more calm.    

    

On the contrary, they were very calm, even relaxed, and had even seen the smile on Zhang Fan's face. Was this really a difference in strength? At this moment, not only did they feel the difference in strength, they also felt it deeply.    

    

"Very straightforward!" Zhang Fan began to move his body, and couldn't help but say two words. There was definitely pressure, and when he fought against a Saint realm expert, he didn't have to worry about anything else. The energy within his body was frantically circulating.    

    

The intensity of his outburst caused the pressure to become even more intense. The energy within his body seemed to be ignited as his body slightly trembled. This was not out of fear, but out of excitement. Battle intent surged from his face.    

    

Zhang Fan was indeed a freak with such a young age. Judging from their contact with him, Zhang Fan's strength was definitely not something that could be stimulated with medicinal pills. His foundation was solid, and this proved that Zhang Fan had put in a lot of effort to fight his way up there.    

    

Yet, at such a young age, how much suffering would he have to endure?! Was he a trash from the past?!    

    

The old man naturally did not want to lose, after all, he was an elder of the Ji Clan, and if he were to lose then it would be even more embarrassing. Therefore, the energy in his body also surged, and Zhang Fan, as a member of the younger generation, had never used a martial skill before, so it was naturally not good for him to use it first.    

    

"Let's fight!" Zhang Fan felt the blood boiling within his body, but he was unable to hold it in. After he finished speaking, he rushed forward, but an afterimage remained where he stood. It was clear how terrifying Zhang Fan's speed had become.    

    

Those who didn't know this would think that Zhang Fan still hadn't made his move. But in the next moment, a volcanic energy surged up into the sky once more. Everyone was shocked. The afterimage slowly faded away when Zhang Fan made his move.    

    

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" An ear-piercing sound was heard. Energy swept out like ripples. At this moment, the entire plaza was gradually filled with the rich energy.    

    

At this moment, the candles had already been broken and no one was paying attention to them anymore. They were all watching the match.    

    

"I still can't let this go!" Zhang Fan let out a long roar and suddenly soared into the sky. The old man's voice also rushed up. At this time, Zhang Fan was crazily overpowering the energy that was boiling in his body.    

    

The old man was naturally no exception as well. The dazzling light and the eruption of energy could be said to be two times denser than on the battle stage, and even space itself seemed to distort, giving off the feeling of being distorted. From everyone's dazed look, one could tell just how vast and enormous this scene was.    

    

Feng Batian looked up at the two people in the sky and sighed. Honestly speaking, he understood Zhang Fan's strength, but he had never seen him like this. Looking at this shocking scene at this moment, he felt shocked in his heart … This was his son, Feng Batian!