Chapter 400: Chapter 400
Mie Jiuzi's right arm was sliced off, and his complexion was extremely pale.
However, Mie Jiuzi's attention wasn't on his own injuries at all; his eyes were fixed firmly on Ding Fan.
"How... how is this possible? The fine needles on my long whip were soaked in the poison of the Poison Clam, no one can last more than thirty seconds," said Mie Jiuzi with a face full of disbelief.
At this moment, Ding Fan's face was flushed, looking slightly drunk as if he had some wine, but other than that, there was nothing unusual about him.
In this world, there actually was someone who had been pricked by the Poison Clam-soaked needles and was fine.
While Mie Jiuzi was still in shock, Ding Fan's longsword swung decisively.
Swish... In an instant, Mie Jiuzi's throat was slashed by Ding Fan.
For someone who wanted to take his life, how could Ding Fan possibly spare his?
Thud... Mie Jiuzi's corpse collapsed directly onto the arena, and until death, he didn't understand why the Poison Clam-soaked needle had no effect on Ding Fan.
Why was it that when the poison needle soaked in Poison Clam venom wounded Ding Fan, Ding Fan was unharmed? Could Ding Fan really be immune to all poisons?
Actually, that was not the case.
What truly saved Ding Fan was a Duorou.
Duorou loved poison the most. The fine needle shot by Mie Jiuzi towards Ding Fan, all the poison on it was absorbed by Duorou. That's why Ding Fan was completely unaffected. Because all the poison had been absorbed by the Duorou.
With Ding Fan having killed Mie Jiuzi, people from Upper Xuan Sect had already come forward to drag Mie Jiuzi's body away.
Losing one's life in the arena wasn't considered a big deal, especially since Elder Jiuzhen had already said before that sparring came with risks, and one should be cautious when stepping onto the stage!
As Mie Jiuzi's body was carried away, the arena was left with only Ding Fan standing there. Although there were some discussions among the spectators, no one dared come forward.
Mie Jiuzi's methods were exceedingly cruel, breaking the limbs of seven or eight people, and the Big Beard who came on stage was even more ruthless, taking lives as soon as he made a move. These people did not dare to compete with such a fierce figure. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝙣𝙚𝙩
Preserving one's life was the priority!
"Friend, what might be your name?" At that moment, a disciple of the Upper Xuan Sect came forward to ask after Ding Fan's name.
Ding Fan pondered for a moment. He couldn't possibly reveal his real name, after all. He thought for a while, then replied, "Zhou Ran!"
This name, Ding Fan, took the surname of Zhou Ruoran and the last character of her name.
"Friends below the stage, is there anyone else who wishes to challenge Zhou Ran?" At this time, a voice wrapped in Inner Strength reached every corner of the square.
Being able to kill the man who had defeated eight consecutive opponents, Mie Jiuzi, and moreover, to directly slay him, meant that none of the spectators challenged him.
Afterward, the voice asked three times in succession. Indeed, there was no one willing to fight, and thus it was settled that Ding Fan was the victor of the evening.
At this time, Elder Jiuzhen, who had announced the rules earlier, once again stepped onto the stage. And now, the Wild Lion Hermit followed behind the elder.
"Friends, the competition of two days comes to its last battle today. Please witness our final event. Starting now, the duel between Wild Lion Hermit and Zhou Ran will determine who gets to marry Fang Ruohan..."
The audience knew that the true contest was about to begin.
On the viewing platform near the arena, Fang Ruohan slowly opened her eyes, looking at the two so-called men standing on stage.
One was an old man over seventy, and the other was a man in his forties or fifties with a big beard...
Fang Ruohan couldn't help but bitterly smile inwardly. Was her husband-to-be really one of these two men on the arena?
Fang Ruohan's eyes reddened slightly, but what could she do now? Her mother had been poisoned with Flame Poison Essence and couldn't survive a moment without the Cold Jade Bed. If she wasn't treated quickly, her mother would die. Even if the Flame Poison Essence wouldn't burn her mother's internal organs, the cold Qi from the Frost Bed would also freeze Mu Zi's energy meridians.
And only Fang Zhiyao and her daughter had the cure for her mother's Flame Poison Essence. If she didn't marry, how could they possibly save her mother...
Fang Ruohan clenched her fists tightly. She wanted to leave, but how could she bear to see her mother consumed by the Flame Poison Essence!
"Sister, between the Wild Lion Hermit and that Big Beard Zhou Ran, who do you think will win?" Fang Zhiyao said indifferently by her side.
Fang Ruohan had no intention of talking to Fang Zhiyao and closed her eyes again.
This world was full of helplessness; if helplessness was inevitable, it was better to be out of sight and out of mind...
The Wild Lion Hermit held a broad cleaver, about as wide as a finger, and five to six feet long.
The cleaver glimmered with radiance, clearly a treasure.
The crowd watching the commotion below saw the Wild Lion Hermit produce the broad cleaver, and the scene became uproariously noisy.
Last night, the Wild Lion Hermit overthrew many martial artists with a single blade. The night was undoubtedly the Wild Lion Hermit's.
Many people were also favoring the Wild Lion Hermit; his Earth Level Sixth Grade cultivation was a whole rank higher than Ding Fan's.
And that broad cleaver in the hands of the Wild Lion Hermit was definitely a treasure.
The Wild Lion Hermit was formidable, his chopper heavy and thick. His chances of winning were definitely not low.
There were those who favored the Wild Lion Hermit, but naturally, there were also those who favored Ding Fan.
The previous performance by Mie Jiuzi, who had been consecutively defeated by eight opponents, was something not even the Wild Lion Hermit had achieved last night. Such formidable combat power had been slain by Ding Fan, indicating that Ding Fan was even more formidable than Mie Jiuzi.
Therefore, the calls in support of Ding Fan were also quite strong.
"You're no match for me, you might as well leave now," proclaimed the Wild Lion Hermit from the ring, holding his sword in one hand while looking down on Ding Fan with contempt.
"Cut the crap... if you have the skills, then fight; if not, get lost!" retorted Ding Fan, his right hand resting the Selfless Sword behind him, his expression cold and stern.
"Do you think just because you've killed Mie Jiuzi that you now have the strength to contend with me? You're too naive!" said the Wild Lion Hermit, and then he ferociously swung his chopper.
In an instant, a strong blade gleam shot towards Ding Fan, aiming to cleave him in two.
Although Ding Fan spoke lightly, he didn't dare to underestimate his opponent in the slightest.
Ding Fan immediately dodged, avoiding the Wild Lion Hermit's lethal strike.
The blade of the Wild Lion Hermit was incredibly sharp, and when it struck where Ding Fan had just been standing, it carved a large hole in the platform.
The Wild Lion Hermit had come out swinging with fierce attacks, which provoked cheers from the audience.
Many people hadn't come for the duel to win a marriage; they were there to see the thrill of battle, the more intense the better, the bloodier the spectacle the better.
Ding Fan had just evaded the Wild Lion Hermit's attack when the Wild Lion Hermit swung his chopper again, and multiple blade gleams enveloped Ding Fan...
The Wild Lion Hermit's main trait was ferocity in his offense; once he gained the opportunity to attack and took the upper hand, it was very hard for Ding Fan to find a chance to counterattack.
The Wild Lion was even more difficult to deal with than Mie Jiuzi. The Wild Lion's cultivation was higher, and combined with his already impressive blade technique, Ding Fan could only dodge since the fight began.
Ding Fan cautiously responded to the Wild Lion Hermit's attacks.
With Ding Fan's current level of cultivation, he was not so easily slain within a few moves by the Wild Lion Hermit. However, with the Wild Lion Hermit continuously having the upper hand, if Ding Fan didn't seize the initiative back, he would definitely suffer in the end.
Even the best defense has its flaws; offense is the best defense!
But how to seize the initiative back?
The blade technique of the Wild Lion Hermit was extremely mature, making it difficult to find a flaw to counterattack.
The Wild Lion Hermit's blade was fast. Just this single trait of speed compensated for all his vulnerabilities, and regaining the upper hand was easier said than done.
Furthermore, in front of so many people, it was unlikely that Ding Fan would use his Flying Sword,
The Flying Sword was Ding Fan's trump card, which he did not want the whole world to know that he could use! It would be difficult for Wind Blade to turn the tide in this situation.
An Earth Level Sixth Grade expert could utilize the Wind Blade Technique; Wind Blades were nothing unusual to them.
In the end, Ding Fan figured out the only treasure that could really change the situation was the Fire Blade!
The Flame from Duorou was none other than the Nine Luminaries Fire.
This fire was a Wondrous Fire from Heaven and Earth, with the Flame carrying a potent poison.
If the Fire Blade was thrown out, the Wild Lion Hermit might be able to dodge, but he would inevitably be gravely injured by the high temperature surrounding it! That would then create an opportunity to turn the tide of the battle.
With this realization, Ding Fan didn't dare delay any longer, as the Wild Lion Hermit's chopper was extremely swift. Just a moment of distraction had led to a deep cut on his right arm.
For Ding Fan, time was the key to victory or defeat!
Ding Fan had to gain the upper hand as soon as possible, the sooner the better!
After evading another of the Wild Lion Hermit's chops, Ding Fan found a gap and threw an iron nail straight out.
Ding Fan had actually bought a large number of iron nails and stored them within his storage ring.
The iron nails that Ding Fan now shot out were as lethal as bullets. Though they were insignificant to a high-rank Ancient Martial Warrior, they still had considerable effect in the Secular World.
Clang clang! The Wild Lion Hermit swung his chopper and deflected those iron nails effortlessly.
"Your resistance is futile..." snorted the Wild Lion Hermit, as he charged forward once more.
As far as the Wild Lion Hermit was concerned, Ding Fan must have run out of options to resort to throwing a handful of iron nails.
But just as the Wild Lion Hermit approached Ding Fan again, Ding Fan suddenly swung his hand once more.
The Wild Lion Hermit didn't slow down, thinking it was more iron nails thrown by Ding Fan, dismissing them from his mind.
But at that moment, a nearly incandescent glow lit up, followed by a Fire Blade that struck straight at the Wild Lion Hermit.
The Wild Lion Hermit's eyes widened!
"Fuck! What is this?!..."