Chapter 399: Chapter 399
Upon the stage, the hunched elder was exceedingly arrogant.
However, not long after the hunched elder finished speaking, someone else sprang onto the stage...
Above the platform, the battle continued. All the while, Ding Fan was quietly watching from below.
The cultivation of the hunched elder was not weak; after withstanding the challenges of several people, he was finally blasted off the stage by an old Taoist. Successively, others took to the stage, and the championship continued to change hands.
However, up to now, the youngest person on the stage must have been in their forties or fifties. Young people in their twenties or thirties had not been seen by Ding Fan thus far.
Ding Fan could tell that it wasn't that the young people didn't want to compete on this stage. The key issue was that the elders on the stage were simply too formidable. If not Fifth Grade Earth Level, then it was Sixth Grade Earth Level masters; the young people, even if exceptionally brilliant, were merely at the Grade One or Two Earth Level, and they could hardly make any achievements if they went up.
Time passed quickly, and two hours later, the only one left on the stage was an elder who had lost an eye.
This elder was also over sixty years old, with a cultivation of Fifth Grade Earth Level, and he was quite murderous.
The One-eyed Elder had already consecutively defeated seven or eight challengers. The One-eyed Elder's methods were extremely brutal; nearly every challenger had their limbs broken by him. For a time, nobody dared to go up and compete against him.
"Fang Ruohan is mine. Anyone else who dares to come up, I won't just break your legs..." the One-eyed Elder said, scanning the surroundings with a chilling intent. "I want his life!"
The crowd below was buzzing with noise.
"This One-eyed Dragon is too formidable, winning eight consecutive matches! Even the Wild Lion Hermit didn't have such a record yesterday!"
"Tonight's strongest is this One-eyed Dragon!"
"Indeed, who would dare to go up now? The One-eyed Dragon's moves are too cruel, breaking limbs as soon as he strikes..."
Up to now, Ding Fan was still quietly watching.
The strongest martial artist who had been on the stage was a Seventh Grade Earth Level elder. Ding Fan had not seen any Earth Level Grade Eight or Peak Earth Level warriors; presumably, such people simply disdained participating in such a contest.
The participants here, on one hand, were drawn by Fang Ruohan's beauty, and on the other hand, they were drawn by the protection of the Upper Xuan Sect. Also, they sought the cultivation resources of the Upper Xuan Sect.
Those of the Earth Level Grade Eight or Earth Level Peak, evidently had no interest in these two points.
"Ladies and gentlemen, is there no one else to challenge Mie Jiuzi?" At this moment, someone projected their voice using Inner Strength, making it clearly audible even in the corners of the square. "If no one else stands up, then tonight's winner will be Mie Jiuzi!"
The crowd fell silent. This One-eyed Dragon named Mie Jiuzi, with his ruthless combat style, had indeed deterred anyone from challenging him.
"No one dares to come forward. Hurry and let the Wild Lion down; I want to compete with him!" Mie Jiuzi also projected his voice using Inner Strength.
Mie Jiuzi's Inner Strength was extremely robust; as his voice powered by Inner Strength spread, everyone in the audience felt their ears buzzing incessantly.
"I'll give it a try!"
Just as the One-eyed Dragon Mie Jiuzi thought that today absolutely no one dared to battle him, a somewhat rough voice directly came from below the stage.
After the voice was heard, someone directly sprang onto the stage.
Mie Jiuzi made no attempt to conceal the murderous intent in his eyes, having grievously injured seven or eight martial artists to intimidate the crowd. Yet now, someone recklessly came up!
Mie Jiuzi took a good look and saw that the person standing before him was very robust, with a face full of beard, appearing to be in his forties or fifties, with a cultivation seemingly at the Fourth or Fifth Grade Earth Level.
The person who came up was none other than Ding Fan, who had disguised himself as Duorou.
"Fang Ruohan is mine... if you don't want to die, you'd better scram!" Mie Jiuzi coldly said to Ding Fan.
Before Mie Jiuzi could finish speaking, Ding Fan's form had already charged towards Mie Jiuzi.
Mie Jiuzi, with a brutal character, leaning on his Artifact of Attack to grievously injure several people, Ding Fan didn't bother to waste words with him.
Seeing Ding Fan attack as soon as he ascended the stage, Mie Jiuzi scoffed. "Ignorant of death!"
Instantly, Mie Jiuzi swung his right hand, and a Soft Whip lashed out directly.
Previously, many experts had suffered under Mie Jiuzi's whip, so as soon as the whip moved in his hand, someone in the crowd began to whistle...
Mie Jiuzi's cultivation was not high, but his Whip Technique was exquisite; he indeed relied on this technique to eliminate one stronger opponent after another.
Facing Ding Fan, Mie Jiuzi felt confident. He was very proud of his own Whip Technique and believed that breaking through his whip was impossible without a cultivation of Seventh or Eighth Grade Earth or above.
Crack, crack... Mie Jiuzi's Long Whip struck first, lashing directly at the charging Ding Fan.
Ding Fan's movement technique was indeed very swift; even before his opponent could react, he had already dodged.
Seeing Ding Fan so effortlessly dodge his Long Whip, Mie Jiuzi's expression grew more solemn; Ding Fan's movement technique made him wary.
Mie Jiuzi had seen many formidable enemies, but there were not many who could match Ding Fan's movement technique.
Whoosh... Ding Fan directly drew out a Longsword from his hand.
Mie Jiuzi's Whip Technique was exquisite, and even Ding Fan had to cautiously respond to it.
Swish, swish, swish... Ding Fan's figure flickered, darting directly into a gap in Mie Jiuzi's Whip Technique, and he stabbed at Mie Jiuzi three times in quick succession.
Ding Fan had found the gap in the Whip Technique so easily that it sent Mie Jiuzi into a flurry of panic. Barely managing to step back several paces, Mie Jiuzi narrowly escaped with his life from beneath Ding Fan's Swordsmanship!
At that moment, Mie Jiuzi dared not underestimate Ding Fan and began to carefully wield his Long Whip, engaging Ding Fan in battle.
On the spectator stand nearby.
Fang Zhiyao watched the duel in the ring with a smile on her face.
"Sister, I think that Big Beard might be quite suited for you! If he can still win, that would be better…" Fang Zhiyao remarked.
At that time, Fang Ruohan had already lost interest in the situation on the stage; she was merely a fish on the chopping board now—the pawn of others. Did she still need to see who would finally toy with her?
"Sister, lighten up, these men are all quite impressive... Go Big Beard!" Fang Zhiyao said nonchalantly.
Below the ring, the audience had already been stunned by the intense fight underway.
Mie Jiuzi's Long Whip was exquisite, and Ding Fan's Swordsmanship was also exceptional. The two combatants exchanged blows in a duel that was thrilling to watch!
At that moment on the ring, Mie Jiuzi's face was etched with seriousness.
He had never encountered such a formidable opponent as Ding Fan; it seemed as if Ding Fan had already seen through his every move.
Moreover, Ding Fan always managed to find the gaps in his Whip Technique at the first opportunity. Mie Jiuzi had been thrown into disarray by Ding Fan time and again, and if not for his extensive combative experience, he might have been defeated by Ding Fan today.
It was clear to Mie Jiuzi that if he continued to duel this way, he would eventually be blasted out of the ring by Ding Fan.
Soon, Mie Jiuzi made up his mind and suddenly lashed out with his Long Whip towards Ding Fan's chest.
With swift movement, Ding Fan dodged to the side before the whip could hit him.
Seeing Ding Fan evade his Long Whip with ease, Mie Jiuzi's lips curled with an inscrutable smile.
"Quick!" Mie Jiuzi roared.
Following Mie Jiuzi's roar, his Long Whip suddenly burst open, and a series of fine needles shot out directly. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽
The needles were as fine as cow hair and moved with considerable force.
The series of needles struck Ding Fan directly.
Seeing the needles hit Ding Fan, Mie Jiuzi felt a surge of joy inside; the needles in his hand were smothered with a rare poison.
It wasn't just about being hit by the needles; even a touch could be lethal. These needles were particularly refined by Mie Jiuzi for emergencies, serving as his trump card.
Mie Jiuzi, watching the needles hit Ding Fan, began to laugh with pride, even imagining Ding Fan suffering and dying from the poison.
"Despicable! To use poison!" Ding Fan roared in fury.
Then, Ding Fan charged directly at Mie Jiuzi.
"No one forbade the use of poison, blame your own lack of wit!" Mie Jiuzi retorted, and then he burst into maniacal laughter.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
In an instant, Ding Fan had enveloped Mie Jiuzi with his Longsword.
Mie Jiuzi, stunned for a moment, saw that Ding Fan's Swordsmanship showed no sign of weakening.
However, he wasn't panicked; he just had to wait... Wait for the poison to take effect in a while so he could easily defeat Ding Fan then.
Mie Jiuzi dodged back and forth... In his view, just thirty seconds!
Thirty seconds later, once the poison erupted, he would have won!
However, Mie Jiuzi's plans were drastically incorrect as Ding Fan's attack was not only unaffected by the poison but also became fiercer. As the fight wore on, Mie Jiuzi was put into increasingly grave danger, eventually even having his shoulder pierced by Ding Fan's Longsword...
Ding Fan stabbed furiously several times, and no matter how Mie Jiuzi tried to evade, his right arm was directly severed by Ding Fan.
"How... how is this possible..."
Logically, having been hit by the needles, no one should have lasted over thirty seconds, but now, two minutes had passed, and Ding Fan showed no signs of poisoning!
Ding Fan's Longsword pointed at Mie Jiuzi. "You are going to die!"