Chapter 709: Chapter 709

The demon cat let out a ferocious roar at that moment, suddenly whipping up a strong gust of wind. Even though Ding Fan was some distance away, he could still feel waves of pain slicing through him like cuts on his flesh.

Meanwhile, the woman in the arena seemed even more passive. She was cornered directly by the demon cat, who was overwhelming in battle. The woman had no room left to dodge and evade, and it seemed she would not be able to survive the attack.

At this point, Ding Fan could no longer stand by idly. The woman was right—if the demon cat truly killed her, then he would be next on its list.

Without hesitation, Ding Fan launched a Wind Blade Technique directly at the demon cat.

Boom... The Wind Blade struck the demon cat's spine immediately.

The demon cat let out a miserable scream from Ding Fan's Wind Blade. However, its tendons and bones were incredibly tough, and even Ding Fan's Wind Blade only caused it superficial flesh wounds.

The woman took the opportunity, while the demon cat was distracted, to twist her body and swiftly escape from the corner.

"This demon cat is too monstrous. We should blind its eyes first," the woman shouted to Ding Fan on the side.

Ding Fan had no objections, knowing that even if the demon cat managed to cultivate its body to be as strong as iron, its eyes were certainly its weak point.

Swish, swish, swish... At that moment, the woman launched several Wind Blades in quick succession, aiming right at the demon cat's head.

The demon cat was extremely alert and managed to dart to the side before the woman's Wind Blades could hit it, skillfully evading the attack.

In the blink of an eye, the demon cat had pounced towards the woman, its front paw sweeping directly toward her chest.

The claws of the demon cat were incredibly sharp, and a direct hit would surely be fatal. However, the woman's movements were not slow, and she vanished from in front of the demon cat in the instant its paw swooped in.

At that moment, with the demon cat's back towards him, Ding Fan showed no hesitation and immediately sprung into action.

"Be careful," the woman at the side warned as she saw Ding Fan daring to engage the demon cat in close quarters.

The demon cat's combat prowess was truly astonishing, not only was it agile and alert, but it was also extremely cautious. The two of them had a chance using their Wind Blade from a distance, but in close combat, Ding Fan was at a disadvantage.

Indeed, as soon as Ding Fan got close to the demon cat, it spun around abruptly, opening its gaping maw to bite at him.

The woman by the side frowned deeply.

Just as the demon cat was about to bite Ding Fan, his body slid like an eel from the front to the back of the demon cat. The demon cat bit into empty air.

Seeing Ding Fan avoid the demon cat's attack, the woman was slightly stunned.

Just now, Ding Fan and the Demon Cat were mere inches apart; at such close range, even he himself would find it difficult to perfectly dodge. Yet, Ding Fan managed to do it just right, with great composure.

Setting aside his impressive movement technique, just this level of composure alone while facing an enemy earned praise from the woman. The Demon Cat was fierce, and even an Earth Level Martial Artist might feel apprehensive to confront it.

At this moment, in the Arena, Ding Fan had moved to one side of the Demon Cat. With a flick of his right hand, the Nine Profound Iron had inappeared his grasp. Without any hesitation, Ding Fan unleashed three consecutive sword strikes towards the cat's body.

Though the Demon Cat was agile, it couldn't completely dodge and was hit by Ding Fan, sustaining a sword wound on its right leg.

The Nine Profound Iron was a supreme Divine Weapon; even if the Demon Cat was made of iron, it would still be directly pierced through.

Upon being pierced by Ding Fan's Nine Profound Iron, the Demon Cat let out a heaven-shaking roar. It then became frenzied.

In the eyes of the Demon Cat, Ding Fan and the woman were just prey to be hunted. Wounded so severely by its prey, the Demon Cat could not contain its fury.

Whoosh... In that moment, the woman beside him struck again, as another Wind Blade Technique slashed towards the Demon Cat's eyes.

Because its right leg had just been injured by Ding Fan, avoiding the Wind Blade was much more difficult for the Demon Cat than before.

Yet the Demon Cat was still incredibly tough; angling its head at the last second, the Wind Blade slammed into the Demon Cat's cheek instead.

Above the Arena, the two and the Demon Cat were now locked in battle.

After Ding Fan wounded its right leg, the Demon Cat became notably less agile than before. However, it still possessed formidable fighting power. Even though Ding Fan and the woman coordinated very well, they were only able to fight the Demon Cat to a draw.

By now, Ding Fan couldn't help but admire the Demon Cat's tenacity.

The Demon Cat was very cunning, even resorting to some minor tactics during the fight. If Ding Fan hadn't acted promptly, the woman would have nearly lost her life to its sharp claws twice. And Ding Fan himself sported a rather deep wound on his chest from the Demon Cat's swipe.

After a round of fierce combat, the Demon Cat wasn't having an easy time either, drenched in blood. However, its flesh was extremely tough, and those wounds were merely superficial.

The two humans and the beast continued their clumsy battle for more than ten minutes without a clear victor. Meanwhile, Ding Fan's right leg had been injured by the Demon Cat's claws. It was apparent that if they didn't quickly resolve the situation with the Demon Cat, both Ding Fan and the woman would meet their demise here.

"I'll draw the Demon Cat's attention; you find a way to blind its eyes," the woman said, now fighting desperately, as she charged toward the Demon Cat.

Ding Fan dared not delay any further. Although the woman's cultivation was profound, it was still difficult for her to hold up in close combat with the Demon Cat.

Immediately, Ding Fan reached into his storage ring and pulled out an iron nail.

The Wind Blade Technique was moderately effective; despite having a wide area of effect, the results were not ideal. The iron nail consumed less True Qi, and when shot out, it targeted a single point.

To blind the Demon Cat's eyes, the iron nail was, in fact, the most appropriate object.

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

Ding Fan flung his hand, sending several iron nails shooting out directly.

At that moment, the Demon Cat was being drawn in by the woman and had no time to pay attention to anything else. With so many iron nails hurtling towards it, there was no way it could dodge them all.

Thud... An iron nail pierced directly through the Demon Cat's left eye, and blood began to flow out profusely...

Roar... The Demon Cat howled miserably, a sound that could shake the heavens and the earth.

Even as formidable as the Demon Cat was, the agony of a destroyed eye was more than it could bear. It immediately turned its body and stopped caring about the woman beside it, instead, it turned and fled.

Ding Fan, seeing the Demon Cat flee, let out a long sigh of relief before sitting down on the ground with a thud.

Fighting bitterly against the Demon Cat, Ding Fan had not only used up quite a bit of his True Qi but had also suffered a wound on his right leg.

Immediately, Ding Fan took out a Pill and swallowed it down directly. After taking the Pill, he finally felt much better.

"Are these iron nails yours?" At this moment, the woman picked up one of the iron nails Ding Fan had shot out.

Ding Fan looked at the woman for a moment.

Her face was very solemn, as if she was deep in thought.

"Yes," Ding Fan replied without hiding anything.

"Then it was you who killed my senior sister..." the woman said with an icy expression. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩

Ding Fan had killed many people, and even more had died under his iron nails. But he had no idea who this woman's senior sister might be.

"Huang Town Qiu Mountain..." The woman said coldly. "My master is Hua Zhimo..."

Ding Fan couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine upon hearing that name.

Hua Zhimo was a Heavenly Level great deity; just standing in front of her made Ding Fan feel immensely pressured. Back at Qiu Mountain, Ding Fan had killed Hua Zhimo's disciple, and to evade her pursuit, he had been very careful to conceal his appearance.

He had not expected to encounter another disciple of Hua Zhimo here, of all places.

"The iron nails you use, and the way you use them, are very similar. You're not going to tell me that my senior sister wasn't killed by you, right?" the woman said coldly.

"It was me," Ding Fan said straightforwardly, with neither the need to explain nor to hide anything further.

Hiding would only serve to expose him further at this point. Any attempt at deception now would only make him seem even more contemptible.

"Good. Then today you are going to die," the woman said, shaking the longsword in her hand firmly.

"What's your name?" Ding Fan asked, just as the woman was about to make her move.

"Since you want to die knowing, I am called Dongfang Ying." After saying this, Dongfang Ying flicked her longsword, then moved swiftly towards Ding Fan.

As Ding Fan sat on the ground and watched Dongfang Ying come at him, he showed no sign of trying to dodge.

Just as Dongfang Ying was about to reach him, suddenly, an overwhelming surge of Inner Strength burst forth, sending her flying backward.

Considering Dongfang Ying's strong cultivation, she wasn't injured, but she still crashed to the ground in a very embarassing manner.

Dongfang Ying climbed up from the ground, her face full of anger as she glared at Ding Fan's location, where an elderly woman now stood in front of him.

This woman was none other than Lady Fang, who had brought Ding Fan here and had him explore the path below.

"Who are you to dare to attack me! My master is Hua Zhimo." Dongfang Ying said indignantly, sword in hand pointing at Lady Fang.

Seeing Dongfang Ying pointing her sword at her, Lady Fang waved her right hand sharply.

In an instant, a wave of Inner Strength radiated outward. Dongfang Ying felt an acute pain in her wrist, and then her longsword was shaken out of her grip.

Although Dongfang Ying was defiant, she wasn't thoughtless. As an Earth Level Peak Martial Artist, if someone could easily knock her sword away, it must be a Heavenly Level deity.

After all, her own master was just a Heavenly Level Martial Artist, and in front of someone of that caliber, she really had no ground to be haughty.

"Out of respect for Hua Zhimo, I won't make things difficult for you. Leave the Spirit Grass on you and then get lost," Lady Fang said, her tone chilled to the extreme.

Dongfang Ying hesitated for a moment, clearly very reluctant to part with the Spirit Grass.

"If you won't leave behind the Spirit Grass, then leave behind your life!" Lady Fang's tone suddenly turned ice-cold, and a sharp murderous aura filled the air.

Dongfang Ying immediately felt like a blade was at her back. Overcome with an uncontrollable shiver, she quivered under the pressure of a Heavenly Level Martial Artist.

After a moment's hesitation, Dongfang Ying took a Spirit Grass out from her bosom, laid it on the ground without a word, and then turned and left directly.

Ding Fan took a glance at the Spirit Grass; its Spiritual Energy was so dense it was nearly tangible. Such a Spirit Grass was something he hadn't even seen in the Cultivation World.

Lady Fang picked up the Spirit Grass, and a smile crossed her face. "Indeed, a treasure..."