Chapter 411: Chapter 411
Ji Qing looked at Wu Fatian as he pulled out his Tang Sword, her expression turning ugly.
Ji Qing called out to Ding Fan beside her.
The Tang Sword in Wu Fatian's hands originated from the Tang Sect of Western Sichuan, resembling the Japanese sword slightly, only the Tang Sword had a slightly shorter blade and a longer hilt.
Wu Fatian's blade technique was personally taught by the master of the Tang Sect.
The Tang Sect's blade technique emphasized speed. The Tang Sect had always revered swift blades, believing that speed could compensate for all flaws.
And this Wu Fatian could indeed be considered a genius among men.
He had not only completely mastered the Tang Sect's swift blade but had also incorporated the special cultivation technique of the Heavenly Demon Sect into his swift blade.
The cultivation technique of the Heavenly Demon Sect, left by sages of ancient times, allowed its disciples, once they had reached the third grade of the Earth Level, to materialize objects into form.
When Wu Fatian deployed his swift blade, he could condense those previous swarms of black needles. Under the swift blade, he continuously fired these black needles.
The swift blade was already extremely difficult to avoid; now, even more so with the black needles shooting around unexpectedly.
Therefore, upon seeing Wu Fatian draw his Tang Sword, Ji Qing's expression became grave; with the Tang Sword in hand, Wu Fatian could even challenge warriors of the seventh or eighth grade of the Earth Level, let alone Ding Fan, a man just over twenty years of age.
"Today, you must die!" Wu Fatian said, his face growing even angrier as he saw Ji Qing constantly protecting Ding Fan, swinging his Tang Sword.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh… In an instant, Ding Fan was already enveloped by the blade gleam.
Swish, swish, swish… Amidst the flurry of blue blade lights, black needles kept shooting out...
Ding Fan had now drawn his Selfless Sword.
The moment had come to fight for his life; any mercy showed now would be irresponsible to himself.
Although Wu Fatian's attacks were very fierce, Ding Fan maintained a calm demeanor; he used his Divine Sense to tightly lock onto Wu Fatian, prepared to respond to his moves before they were even fully executed.
For a time, the arena was filled only with the light and shadow of blade gleams, black needles, and the figures of Ding Fan and Wu Fatian.
Seeing this, Ji Qing, who had been worried about Ding Fan, had her eyes wide open.
She had always wanted to protect Ding Fan, urging him to leave. The main reason was that Wu Fatian, having been rejected by her, just happened to take out his anger on the passersby Ding Fan and Lu Fan. She didn't want others to be involved because of her.
When she saw Wu Fatian drawing the Tang Sword, she was even more worried.
Wu Fatian's modified blade technique was extremely perverse; she was genuinely worried that Wu Fatian would cleave Ding Fan in two with a single stroke.
There was no denying that Ding Fan had some skills, but he was still young and inexperienced compared to Wu Fatian.
Yet, when she saw that Ding Fan could dodge effortlessly, even finding gaps to counterattack during Wu Fatian's full onslaught, Ji Qing was somewhat dazed.
Just over twenty years old, how could he be so formidable? Even Wu Fatian wasn't this formidable at that age!
Lu Fan, standing to one side and watching the fight in the arena, was also gaping.
In the arena, Ding Fan and Wu Fatian were battling rapidly; only entangled figures could be seen inside. As for recognizing which silhouette belonged to whom, that was impossible, since they were both moving too fast.
Awesome, Uncle Master...
In the arena, Wu Fatian, wielding his Tang Sword, also felt waves of shock.
The swiftness of the Tang Sword, the unique cultivation technique of the Heavenly Demon Sect, all had been well integrated into his current blade technique.
In Wu Fatian's view, Ding Fan probably wouldn't last ten moves before being directly slayed by him.
But, when the two truly clashed, Wu Fatian realized he was wrong; although his blade technique was fast, Ding Fan's swordsmanship was not slow, in fact, it was even faster.
He could condense dark energy into needles to shoot at his opponent, but the Wind Blades from Ding Fan's hand were also formidable; back and forth, Wu Fatian found it hard to take any advantage from Ding Fan.
Wu Fatian's gaze grew solemn.
At twenty-five or twenty-six years old, Wu Fatian had achieved what he had because his father had leveraged the cultivation resources of the Heavenly Demon Sect to train him into his current state.
Simply put, Wu Fatian had today's perverse cultivation entirely due to the mountainous cultivation resources amassed.
Yet, Ding Fan was just over twenty years old and could already stand toe-to-toe with him.
Bearing in mind that Ding Fan, several years his junior, already had such formidable cultivation, how much more formidable could he become in a few more years?!
Wu Fatian was now certain that Ding Fan must be a core disciple of a Great Gate Sect, but definitely not a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Such a person must not be allowed to grow; otherwise, he would pose a great threat to himself and the sect in the future!
Thus, this man must die today!
Wu Fatian intensified his offensive, his Tang Sword weaving a mesh of blade gleams around Ding Fan.
Although Wu Fatian's blade technique seemed tight, Ding Fan's Divine Sense could always quickly find an opening. Once he found the gap, Ding Fan, with his incredible movement technique, directly dodged.
Wu Fatian's cultivation was not weak, coupled with the black needles he condensed, even Ding Fan could only just manage to avoid defeat.
This was possible only because Ding Fan's Divine Sense allowed him to anticipate the enemy's actions, and his movement technique enabled Ding Fan to react swiftly. Without these two, Ding Fan would have probably not lasted until now.
The best defense is offense!
Now, within ten moves, Ding Fan could only make two or three counterattacks. Thus, while fighting, Ding Fan was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a chance to turn the tide of the battle.
The two had fought in the Arena for nearly five minutes.
Neither could best the other, Ding Fan was wounded. Wu Fatian's chest had also been slashed by Ding Fan. By now, they were at a deadlock. Both were waiting for a chance to deliver a lethal blow.
"Flying Sword!" As they were entwined in battle, a beam of light shot out directly from Wu Fatian's hand.
The Sword Beam was incredibly fast, charging directly at Ding Fan.
The timing and direction of the Sword Beam were impeccably precise. It seemed that Ding Fan had no way to avoid, no way to hide…
Ji Qing, watching from the sidelines, shuddered unconsciously as she saw Wu Fatian throw out his Flying Sword.
In the Ancient Martial World, the Flying Sword was merely a legend; till now, no one had witnessed a Flying Sword. Ji Qing looked toward Wu Fatian in the Arena. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Could it be that Wu Fatian possessed an astonishing talent, having already mastered the Flying Sword!?
On the other side, Lu Fan was also stunned…
Flying Sword?! Could it be that the white Sword Beam was the Flying Sword?
At that moment, Lu Fan's heart was in his throat as the white Sword Beam shot straight toward Ding Fan, who had no way to dodge.
"Great Uncle Master…"
At that moment, the white Sword Beam had already reached in front of Ding Fan, and Wu Fatian had already curved his lips into a smirk, convinced that his opponent could not avoid it and was inevitably doomed!
But just when Lu Fan, Ji Qing, and even Wu Fatian himself thought that Ding Fan was doomed, what happened next stunned everyone.
Just as the white gleam was about to pierce Ding Fan, his figure suddenly vanished on the spot.
Yes! He disappeared instantaneously, as if he had never existed!
"How is that possible?!" Even the stoic Wu Fatian was now full of disbelief.
The movement technique Ding Fan used to disappear had totally exceeded his understanding. For a moment, Wu Fatian believed it wasn't a movement technique at all, but rather some kind of Spell, some sort of witchcraft!
The person involved was shocked, while Ji Qing and Lu Fan, watching from the side, were also too stunned to recover.
For them, it was like watching special effects from a Hollywood blockbuster, disappearing without a trace...
How could a person achieve that?
While everyone was in shock, a harrowing, sharp noise tore through the night sky.
The sound, like the chant of the Grim Reaper, sent chills down the spine…
Ji Qing turned toward the sound, but when she saw the situation clearly, her face turned deathly pale.
Emitting a white glow, piercing the night sky, and making a sharp cry as it flew toward Wu Fatian.
"Is that… is that Blaze Blade?" Ji Qing muttered as she watched the Fire Blade in shock.
Caught off guard, Wu Fatian on the Arena also got a fright and hurriedly turned to flee.
However, Wu Fatian did not possess the abnormal speed of Ding Fan; his movements were a bit slow. Although his entire body was not struck by the Wind Blade, the high temperature from the outer part of the Fire Blade directly charred his right arm to a dark black color.
"Ah…" Wu Fatian darted to the side and then let out a scream.
At that moment, a putrid smell of charred flesh spread.
While Wu Fatian was still cradling his charred arm and howling in pain, Ding Fan was already standing in front of him, holding the Selfless Sword.
The Longsword in Ding Fan's hand was pressed against Wu Fatian's throat. His expression was calm, impossible to discern any joy or anger at that moment.
"Is this what you referred to before as 'the stronger preying on the weaker'?"
"You…" Wu Fatian clenched his teeth, glaring at Ding Fan standing opposite him.
Although Wu Fatian was unreconciled, he couldn't speak up. Indeed, he had spoken about the stronger preying on the weaker. Originally, he should have been the stronger one, but now it was he who had the sword's tip against his throat.
"Spare him… he is not someone you can provoke." At that moment, Ji Qing came over.
"Letting me go, do you think I could let him go?" Wu Fatian, sitting sprawled on the ground, looked coldly at Ding Fan. "From today onwards, the Heavenly Demon Sect will never give you peace!"
Ding Fan wasted no words. With a swing of his Longsword, Wu Fatian's throat was directly slashed…