“What did you say!?”
The young man in brocade robes looked grim. The man opposite him had declared he could defeat him in three moves, blatantly disregarding him. This deeply wounded his pride.
The group from the Yin-Yang Sect also showed subtle shifts in expression. After all, the brocade-clad man had already reached the peak of the Condensed Spirit stage. He was leagues beyond Yin Shitian and rarely encountered anyone who could withstand ten moves from him. Yet, the frail and delicate-looking young man before them had boldly claimed to defeat him in just three moves.
“This kid is too arrogant! How dare he speak to us so rudely? k!ll him at once!”
“That’s not ideal. This is the territory of the Fist Emperor Sect—if we k!ll him, it could lead to trouble. But we can’t let him off easily either. Let’s cripple him and throw him onto the street.”
“We’re almost out of the Fist Emperor Sect’s domain anyway. k!lling him wouldn’t be a big deal!”
The group sneered, treating Tian Fan as nothing more than a fish on a chopping block.
Tian Fan stood there lazily, his expression indifferent as he gazed calmly at the people before him. He said, “Calling me arrogant? Talking about k!lling me? Could you people from the Yin-Yang Sect be any thicker-skinned? I bet you’ve done all kinds of vile deeds. Honestly, you’re just a bunch of trash.”
There was no need for politeness toward these arrogant, cowardly, and despicable people.
“k!ll him! No need to hold back!” someone in the group ordered coldly.
“Fine, kid. This is your own doing! I’ll chop you down right here!”
The young man in brocade robes laughed in anger and threw a punch toward Tian Fan’s face. The air buzzed with the force of the punch, carrying immense power. If this punch connected, even someone at the peak of the Condensed Spirit stage would suffer serious injuries.
However, Tian Fan remained perfectly still, calm and unmoved.
“That arrogant kid isn’t so tough after all. Look, he can’t even dodge Senior Brother’s punch!” someone from the Yin-Yang Sect sneered. To them, Tian Fan looked as if he was frozen by the force of the punch, unable to react.
As the fist drew closer to Tian Fan’s face, a cruel smile spread across the brocade-clad man’s face. He was already thinking of ways to torture Tian Fan once the punch landed.
Li Yunyang and Sun Yueying found Tian Fan’s calm demeanor strange, but they knew his strength well. There was no way a punch like this could defeat him.
Meanwhile, Zi Ying hugged the little rabbit in her arms, resting her chin on Sun Yueying’s shoulder, her eyes blinking curiously at the scene unfolding before them.
Just as the fist was about to connect, Tian Fan finally moved. He shifted his right foot in a graceful arc, sidestepping the attack. At the same time, he raised his left hand and firmly grabbed the brocade-clad man’s wrist.
Turning his head, Tian Fan gave the man an odd smile. The man’s grin instantly froze. In the next moment, a shadow loomed over his face.
Bang!
With a clenched right fist, Tian Fan struck the man squarely in the face. The punch sent him flying, and the imprint of four red fingers was clearly visible on his cheek.
Tian Fan’s punch was clean and precise, sending the brocade-clad man sprawling on the ground in a daze. After a moment, the man got up, his face twisted with rage as he growled through gritted teeth, “I was careless! But next time, you won’t be so lucky. Prepare to die!”
The man stood up and drew a longsword that radiated a pitch-black glow.
“That’s the Black Crow Sword, bestowed by the sect leader!”
Someone from the Yin-Yang Sect recognized the weapon. It was a renowned sword in their sect—while not as powerful as the Yin-Yang Sword, it was still a valuable treasure, far superior to Sun Yueying’s Violet Purity Sword. This sword was one of the reasons the brocade-clad man could suppress most of the younger generation with ease.
Seeing him draw the Black Crow Sword, the members of the Yin-Yang Sect were stunned. It was rare for him to use that sword. They couldn’t believe he was resorting to it just to k!ll Tian Fan.
The man’s aura surged after drawing the sword, becoming sharper and more ruthless. The Black Crow Sword emitted a low hum as it sliced through the air toward Tian Fan with lethal intent.
In response, Tian Fan shifted positions with lightning speed, dodging the sword’s glow. Without hesitation, he swung his palm forward.
Tashh!
Another crisp slap landed on the brocade-clad man’s face. This time, Tian Fan didn’t hold back, and the man’s face was completely deformed. Several teeth, mixed with blood, flew out of his mouth as he stumbled back in shock.
No one could have predicted this outcome. While it was understandable that the man might have been careless earlier, he had now drawn a powerful weapon. Yet, he was still slapped to the ground.
The brocade-clad man struggled desperately to stand but couldn’t manage it. His ears buzzed as if swarmed by a thousand flies, and his once-pristine clothes were now stained with blood. His head throbbed with pain, and his face contorted with rage as he let out a beast-like roar:
“Attack! All of you, k!ll that beast!”
The group from the Yin-Yang Sect rushed forward immediately, except for Yin Shitian and the person standing next to him. Yin Shitian glared at Tian Fan in the center of the chaos, his eyes filled with hatred.
“Hmph, I knew you people from the Yin-Yang Sect were shameless. Talking about a fair duel? Utterly despicable!”
Li Yunyang’s face twisted with scorn and anger as he rushed forward, intending to help Tian Fan. However, Tian Fan was too fast, leaving no opportunity for Li Yunyang to intervene. Tian Fan dashed toward the group, grabbed one man, and swung his fist down. The man didn’t even have time to react before Tian Fan’s punch hit him squarely, causing his vision to swim with stars as blood gushed from his mouth. Tian Fan then lifted him like a stone and hurled him at the other men who were closing in.
“Watch out! His body is incredibly strong!”
A man in luxurious clothing, lying on the ground, tried to warn his comrades, but it was too late.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Tian Fan’s movements were lightning-fast, and his strength was overwhelming. His body was as agile as the wind, weaving between the opponents as he launched three quick punches. Each hit landed directly on the abdomen of one of the men, leaving them writhing in pain and groaning in agony.
“Use your flying swords! Attack him from a distance—k!ll him!”
The man in luxurious clothing shouted again.
“Right! Why didn’t we think of that? If we attack with our flying swords, no matter how strong his body is, he’ll die beneath the blade!”
The four men, realizing this, exchanged cruel smiles.
“Heh, you’re dead, kid! These flying swords are our trump card. We weren’t planning on using them, but we’ll make an exception. You’ll die knowing exactly how terrifying they are!”
The flying swords were treasures obtained by the Yin-Yang Sect’s master at great cost from the “Flying Sword Sect,” one of the Four Great Sects. These swords had been given to a few promising disciples to train with, intended as hidden weapons for critical moments, rendering opponents defenseless. The Flying Sword Sect was powerful, second only to the Fist King Sect.
Suddenly, four flying swords shot out from the bodies of the four men, streaks of different colors cutting through the sky. The swords sliced the air, emitting faint, piercing whistles as they moved.
Seeing the swords, Sun Yueying and Li Yunyang’s faces changed dramatically. The four men stood so far apart—could Tian Fan even get close to them? It seemed impossible!
Watching the glimmering swords in the air, Zi Ying muttered to herself softly:
“Wow, they’re so pretty. I wonder if Little Tian can dodge them? Hmm, should I help him out? Hehe, this guy’s really something, though!”
The four glowing flying swords spun several times in mid-air before diving toward Tian Fan. But with swift movements, Tian Fan dodged every single one and charged toward the four opponents. They sneered at him with contempt.
At the same moment, a sense of danger surged in Tian Fan’s mind. The “Divine Celestial Heart Sutra” warned him with an urgent signal. Without hesitation, Tian Fan swiftly leaped to the side as four streaks of sword light sliced through the spot he had just occupied.
“Heh, not bad. Let’s see how long you can keep this up.”
The men sneered again, continuing to control their flying swords for remote attacks.
The four swords crisscrossed through the air, relentlessly pursuing Tian Fan, forcing him into a tight spot. The swords were indeed formidable! Moreover, the four men clearly had experience coordinating their attacks. If it were just one of them, Tian Fan wouldn’t have had any trouble.
Li Yunyang and Sun Yueying tried to rush forward, but Tian Fan stopped them immediately.
“Stay back!”
Tian Fan knew that two of the four men were in the mid-stage of Divine Concentration, while the other two were at its peak. Li Yunyang and Sun Yueying were no match for them, and these flying swords were genuinely dangerous. If Li Yunyang got involved, he would likely meet a tragic end.
“Heh, brat, you’re finished today! With the four of us wielding our flying swords in perfect sync, even a master at the early stage of Cloud Heaven would steer clear of us!”
As Tian Fan struggled to fend off the four flying swords, another wave of cold laughter echoed.
“Damn it! Do you really think I’m just a helpless cat when the tiger stays quiet?”
In the center of the battlefield, Tian Fan cursed furiously. The “Divine Celestial Heart Sutra” surged within him, golden light flashing in his eyes. Silent and invisible, four waves of spiritual force shot out from him. The sudden cries of agony confirmed the attack’s success—each of the four men was struck directly in their souls by Tian Fan’s mental assault.
This technique, called “Desire Without Trace,” was an ability from the Divine Celestial Heart Sutra. It was stealthy and unstoppable, bypassing all defenses. From the day he had mastered it, the sk!ll had never failed him.
The four men clutched their heads, writhing in pain on the ground, but Tian Fan didn’t stop. His gaze locked onto the four flying swords still hovering in the air.
“Idiots! Get up and recall your swords!”
Seeing Tian Fan leap toward the sky, the man in luxurious clothing and Yin Shitian both shouted anxiously. But it was too late. The Yin-Yang Sword appeared in Tian Fan’s hand, and with a single slash, the flying swords shattered.
“Crack…”
The sound of the weapons breaking echoed through the air. At the same moment, the four men coughed up blood and collapsed, unconscious. Their flying swords were lifebound treasures linked to their essence, and with the destruction of the swords, their spirits suffered severe damage.
“I told you before—you’re nothing but trash.”
Tian Fan sheathed the Yin-Yang Sword and looked down coldly at the unconscious men sprawled on the ground.
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