Chapter 805: Chapter 805

"Handsome, as long as you are willing to admit defeat in this match, I can agree to any condition you propose. Including myself..." The woman's pretty face was glowing, and her charming eyes kept blinking, as if trying to captivate someone's soul.

Ding Fan slightly frowned his eyebrows.

How could he not know what the woman meant? In front of everyone, she shamelessly used her body as a bargaining chip.

"Any condition?" Ding Fan snorted coldly. "You must have a lot of nerve, can you even satisfy the king of the whole earth too?"

After hearing Ding Fan's words, the woman was stunned. "Handsome, you really can joke, don't you understand what I mean? As long as you let me win, my body will be yours, you can do whatever you want with it, for as long as you want."

"Get lost!" The woman's words were becoming more and more outrageous.

Ding Fan was not exactly a saint. But he naturally didn't have a good impression of people who trade their dignity and body.

"You think too highly of yourself, which one of us sisters is worse than you!"

At that moment, Wu Die spoke disdainfully to the woman.

The woman looked towards Wu Die.

As charming as Wu Die, as innocent as Bian Zixuan, as cold as Huan Er, as pretty as Mu Zi...

Any of these four women were better than that woman, there was simply no comparison.

"Sis, as long as you give your body to brother, brother will agree to anything..."

"Girl. This is not a brothel, you've come to the wrong place..." A wave of jeering followed from the crowd.

At this moment, even the woman with her thick face couldn't stand it anymore.

The woman drew her longsword directly. "Fine, then watch how I deal with you!"

The woman's figure flashed, and she rushed directly towards Ding Fan.

To this peculiar woman, Ding Fan didn't regard her highly at all, her cultivation was mediocre, and Ding Fan truly wondered how she managed to pass through the various tests and make it to this third round of competition.

The woman's longsword quickly thrust towards Ding Fan's throat. And when her longsword was only a short distance from Ding Fan's throat, he still remained completely unresponsive.

The woman's eyes brightened. For a moment, she thought she had an opportunity.

The reason this woman had initially offered her body to bribe Ding Fan was because in the first round of the competition, Ding Fan had lifted 45,000 jin all by himself.

Facing such a flamboyant person, the woman thought she was bound to lose, so she tried to bribe him with her body.

But now her longsword was about to pierce his throat, yet Ding Fan was still unresponsive. The woman thought maybe Ding Fan was not capable at all, and that he was only somewhat stronger.

The woman thought this, the corner of her mouth slightly raised. She could even visualize herself stabbing Ding Fan with her longsword.

Seeing that Ding Fan still didn't make a move at this time, the crowd also gasped in astonishment.

Given that distance, it would be too difficult to dodge.

Just when the woman's longsword was about to pierce Ding Fan's throat, Ding Fan's two fingers firmly pinched the blade.

The woman's sword blade was firmly clamped between his two fingers, it couldn't advance even a millimeter, at this moment, the blade was at most only about one centimeter from Ding Fan's throat...

"How did he do that?"

"Yeah, when did his hand move?"...

People around were all stunned at this moment.

Ding Fan's hand appeared out of nowhere, you know, just a second before his hands were hanging down by his sides, and in just the blink of an eye, his hand had already clamped the woman's longsword.

The woman was also stunned. She really did not see clearly how her longsword got clamped.

However, the woman's reaction was still quite good. She suddenly exerted force, trying to snatch her longsword back.

But at the moment when the woman exerted force to pull back the sword, she then realized that her longsword seemed to be welded into Ding Fan's fingers. There was absolutely no way to move it.

"Release!" At this moment, Ding Fan uttered a low shout.

Suddenly, a current-like force transmitted from the woman's hand holding the sword.

The woman felt her body numb, and then the longsword directly slipped from her hand. She stumbled back several steps.

And just when she had just steadied herself, Ding Fan waved his right hand.

The clamped longsword suddenly shot towards the woman. The woman was startled, she hadn't steadied herself yet, and she was unable to dodge this sword.

At that moment, she nervously closed her eyes.

The woman heard a sound, but she didn't feel any injury on her body. She opened her eyes.

It turned out that Ding Fan had shot her longsword next to her feet, half of the sword blade was stabbed into the ground, and the hilt was still shaking incessantly.

The woman was not a foolish woman, she looked at the longsword, and her eyebrows tightly furrowed.

The longsword was thrown by Ding Fan's hand, the fact that it was placed in front of her feet was intentional, it was a warning to her.

From this, it could be seen that Ding Fan's aim was very sharp.

Now looking at the sword half-stuck in the ground, that force must be absolutely tremendous...

Watching the shaking sword blade, the woman understood that if the sword had hit her body just now, she would probably have been pierced through by now...

"I... I will not let this go!" The woman exerted some effort to pull the longsword out of the ground, then her figure flickered and she slipped out of the Martial Arts Venue.

This woman is quite embarrassing indeed.

She tried to seduce Ding Fan with her own body, but who knew that he had no interest in her whatsoever...and she ended up escaping disheveled and in disarray.

The ultimate humiliation, there's nothing worse than this...

"This round, Ding Fan wins!" the referee shouted at this moment.

Because of his outstanding performance in the first round, Ding Fan now had a number of 'fans,' these people were eager to see how far this fierce man, who could lift 45,000 kilograms, could go...

"Go Ding Fan! Go Ding Fan!"

Around him, a wave of cheering for Ding Fan erupted.

The third round was also smoothly cleared.

Ding Fan walked down from the martial arts venue, doing a quick analysis of the upcoming situation.

After the second round, only sixteen people remained in the martial arts venue. The battles to follow were expected to be tough…

The trials of the third round swiftly drew to a close as well.

Ding Fan, Wu Die, Huan Er, and Bian Zixuan all advanced together. From Quanzhen Xuanmen, Qi Luomei, Cheng Bufan, and Guo Ziyu all progressed as well. Of course, the super genius Nalan Xiong also advanced smoothly.

With the contests of today over, the events planned for today had come to an end.

Some were joyful, while others sorrowful.

After all, the main purpose of this martial arts competition was to help the Immortal Sect choose disciples. Knowing that the Immortal Sect had abundant cultivation resources, joining it meant gaining a chance like a fish leaping through the Dragon's Gate!

Thus, the eliminated martial artists were extremely dejected, while those who had advanced were very happy.

Ding Fan and the four women returned to their campsite, and just as they had returned, an elder had already come to find them.

"Friends, I have a business proposition, I wonder if you are interested in discussing it..." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽

Ding Fan glanced at the elder and was somewhat astonished; this elder was the one who had sold him the iron piece a while ago.

In other words, this man was Dai Qiliao.

Ding Fan couldn't figure out why Dai Qiliao was looking for him or what business he wanted to discuss.

"If it's a good deal, naturally we should talk, it depends on what you're offering," Ding Fan replied nonchalantly.

"Spirit Renewal Herb…" Dai Qiliao got straight to the point without any superfluous words.

Ding Fan's eyebrows slightly furrowed. One of the main reasons he had come here to participate in the martial arts competition was to obtain the Spirit Renewal Herb for Chen Yuanyuan. And Dai Qiliao was also here for the Spirit Renewal Herb.

Chen Yuanyuan needed the Spirit Renewal Herb for her daughter, but what did Dai Qiliao want the herb for?

At the mention of the Spirit Renewal Herb, Huan Er next to him also looked solemn.

"I don't have any Spirit Renewal Herb with me, so you've found the wrong person. We can't do this business," Ding Fan said coolly.

Dai Qiliao smiled slightly. "Although you don't have it now, that doesn't mean you won't have it in the future... As long as you win this martial arts competition, a mere Spirit Renewal Herb wouldn't be a problem."

Dai Qiliao then took out a storage ring from his person. "Here are 10,000 Spirit Stones as a deposit... If you do obtain the Spirit Renewal Herb, I will give you an additional 50,000 Spirit Stones."

10,000 Spirit Stones as a deposit?

Ding Fan had seen generous offers, but none as lavish as Dai Qiliao's; 10,000 Spirit Stones were virtually priceless on Earth...

And the other party made it clear, as long as he wins, there would be more to follow.

Ding Fan looked at the storage ring. For someone like Dai Qiliao, a man whose word was as good as gold, Ding Fan didn't need to check to know there were indeed 10,000 Spirit Stones inside it.

"There are still masters in this martial arts competition, I cannot be certain of victory," Ding Fan stated calmly.

"If you don't win, then consider these 10,000 Spirit Stones a gift from me to make friends…" Dai Qiliao pressed firmly.

Ding Fan glanced at Dai Qiliao. "It seems you are determined to have it?"

Dai Qiliao replied, "The Spirit Renewal Herb has great use for me, who else in the world can produce such a generous offer of 60,000 Spirit Stones..."

"Aren't you afraid I'll take the Spirit Renewal Herb and leave?" Ding Fan asked.

Dai Qiliao smiled indifferently. "What's there to be afraid of? If you think you can escape my clutches, you're welcome to try..."

As Dai Qiliao said this, a soaring aura was released from him.

This aura was incredibly vast, and Huan Er, upon sensing it, also showed a slight change in expression.

After all, Dai Qiliao was a Heavenly Level Martial Artist; his presence was not something Earth Level Martial Artists could withstand.

However, Ding Fan remained composed, directly taking the storage ring from Dai Qiliao's hand and placing it into his own storage ring.

"I'll take this deal..."

Ding Fan understood no matter what, he would have to confront Dai Qiliao after the competition. Given that, there was no harm in taking the 10,000 Spirit Stones...

Dai Qiliao, seeing that Ding Fan was still calm and composed under his pressure, couldn't help but take a good look at Ding Fan.

To know, how many martial artists under his pressure had been scared witless...

"Now I'm even more convinced you have promise..." Dai Qiliao told Ding Fan.

"I think so too," Ding Fan nodded.