Chapter 813: Chapter 813

After San Zhaimu severely injured Cheng Bufan, he smoothly advanced into the final top four list, and Ding Fan also effortlessly defeated his own opponent.

With the end of this round, the final four were confirmed.

Nalan Xiong, San Zhaimu, Ding Fan, and a thin man. As per the schedule, the matchups were Nalan Xiong against the thin man named Huang Qianxiong, and Ding Fan against San Zhaimu.

Upon confirming the order of battles, San Zhaimu immediately issued a harsh statement, vowing not to let Ding Fan leave the Martial Arts Venue alive.

Many had witnessed the coordination between San Zhaimu and his puppet in combat, and although Ding Fan had once lifted 45,000 jin in the first round, spectators didn't think it mattered much, as cultivation was still a comprehensive assessment of various aspects.

Since Cheng Bufan and Bian Zixuan were both severely injured, Ding Fan had no choice but to stay and take care of them that night.

Although both had sustained serious injuries, fortunately, Ding Fan arrived on time and provided timely treatment, so neither of them was likely to suffer any complications, nor would their cultivation be affected.

The only concern was that, within this year, the two could not use their Inner Strength.

A night passed without words, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the next day.

Today is the last day of the Martial Arts Conference, and the strongest will be decided today.

Long before the competition started, the area around the Martial Arts Venue was already packed with people, all eager to secure a good spot to watch the most important battle of the day.

The most attention-grabbing contest today was the fight between San Zhaimu and Ding Fan.

San Zhaimu had already vowed not to let Ding Fan walk out of the Martial Arts Venue alive; this fight was bound to be extraordinary.

Ding Fan checked on Cheng Bufan and Bian Zixuan's injuries in the morning, then headed to the Martial Arts Venue.

Huan Er volunteered to stay and take care of Cheng Bufan and Bian Zixuan, so Mu Zi and Wu Die accompanied Ding Fan.

As the three approached the Venue, many around were discussing the match between San Zhaimu and Ding Fan, and it was clear that most believed San Zhaimu had the upper hand.

"Brother Fan, you must give San Zhaimu a good beating later, and show these people what's what," Mu Zi said indignantly.

In Mu Zi's eyes, Ding Fan was like a God. Hearing others saying Ding Fan was inferior to San Zhaimu, how could Mu Zi feel comfortable?

Ding Fan just smiled faintly, knowing well that Mu Zi cared about him.

Shortly after their arrival, people from the Immortal Sect began to show up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is the last day of the Martial Arts Conference. First of all, I would like to thank everyone on behalf of the Immortal Sect for your support…"

The man in the mask then stepped out and unusually started with a polite speech.

During the past few days' competitions, the representatives from the Immortal Sect usually just started without a word too many. But today, the man in the mask spoke a lot more…

"…Let us now welcome the first pair of today's contest! Ding Fan versus San Zhaimu!"

The man in the mask announced.

The crowd in attendance instantly burst into deafening applause… this highly anticipated battle was going to start so soon.

Then, Ding Fan and San Zhaimu entered the Venue from opposite sides.

"Whoever wins this will advance to the final. Begin now…" the masked man said.

Right after his words, San Zhaimu coldly snorted. "Ding Fan, I truly admire that you dared to show up. Didn't you hear what I said yesterday? As long as you dare to show up today, I won't let you leave here alive."

"Today, I didn't plan to let you live either," Ding Fan replied calmly, his eyes revealing unmasked murderous intent.

Previously, Bian Zixuan had already surrendered, yet San Zhaimu still mercilessly struck to kill. If Ding Fan hadn't been nearby yesterday, even if Bian Zixuan had survived, she would never have been able to get out of bed again.

And then there was Cheng Bufan.

San Zhaimu had already knocked Cheng Bufan down, clearly securing the victory, but San Zhaimu was relentless and attempted another fatal strike.

If Ding Fan hadn't sensed it in time, Cheng Bufan would have been beyond saving.

Facing such a ruthless person, Ding Fan harbored no mercy - it was kill or be killed!

At that moment, San Zhaimu directly threw a puppet from his storage ring. This puppet was the one that had previously inflicted severe injuries on Cheng Bufan and Bian Zixuan.

"Today, I'll end your mediocre life," said San Zhaimu, his figure suddenly swooping forward.

Instantaneously, one man and one puppet charged towards Ding Fan.

Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but sweat for Ding Fan.

The puppet and San Zhaimu synchronized so well that their combined attack power would likely disorient even a Heavenly Level Martial Artist.

"Brother Fan, be careful!" Mu Zi shouted nervously.

At this point, Ding Fan firmly held the Nine Profound Iron in his hand. This wasn't the time to be overconfident; San Zhaimu still deserved his full attention and warranted the use of the Nine Profound Iron.

Ding Fan immediately struck with the Nine Profound Iron.

Yet, intriguingly, the direction in which Ding Fan's Nine Profound Iron moved was neither toward San Zhaimu nor the puppet; he struck at an empty spot.

"Is this guy nuts? Can't he see there's no one there?"

"I think this kid has been freaked out by San Zhaimu!"

Swinging the sword without hitting an enemy seemed like a blind strike, and the people watching naturally didn't understand.

Just when everyone thought Ding Fan had gone crazy, the unexpected happened next.

The puppet that had been coordinating with San Zhaimu suddenly seemed to lose control and collapsed on the ground.

The spectators around were all baffled.

What… What exactly happened?

Zhen Dan nodded in satisfaction upon seeing this. "I was worried that Ding Fan would use brute force, but it seems he is quite clever."

Ruan Yuan chuckled aside, "As long as the inner energy thread is cut, the puppet loses control, and the opponent is helpless..." Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥

Zhen Dan rarely smiled at this moment. "It seems that this match, Ding Fan should be the winner..."

Above the Arena, San Zhaimu was also stunned, clearly he hadn't expected Ding Fan to be able to see the inner energy thread.

It is known that Earth Level peak Martial Artists can't see the inner energy thread, yet Ding Fan could find it...

San Zhaimu threw three Wind Blades in one go.

How could Ding Fan fall for such a trick? He instantly dodged the Wind Blades with a swift movement.

"Unexpectedly, I underestimated you... But no matter, let me show you my Puppet Divine Soldiers!" After saying that, San Zhaimu directly pulled out five puppets from his storage ring.

These puppets were also made from cloth, each of the five puppets standing two to three meters tall...

For a time, these five puppets seemed to come alive, directly surrounding Ding Fan.

The bystanders saw San Zhaimu bring out five puppets. Knowing that even one puppet was difficult to deal with, now with five, it became even harder.

San Zhaimu's fingers trembled, and the five puppets got ready, although they were just cloth dolls, they still looked fiercely menacing.

"This was originally for my assault on the Martial Arts championship. Dying at the hands of my Puppet Divine Soldiers, you can consider it an honor," San Zhaimu said coldly.

At this moment, Ding Fan used his Divine Sense to scout and, to his surprise, discovered that these five puppets did not have any controlling inner energy threads.

"What... How is this possible?"

Ding Fan felt puzzled. How could the puppets move without being controlled?

Just as Ding Fan was still confused, the five puppets had already started moving.

Hoo hoo hoo... The five puppets, without any defense, opened their gates and launched at Ding Fan.

How could Ding Fan not understand San Zhaimu's intent? These puppets had no flesh and blood; if he found a gap and recklessly attacked, at most San Zhaimu would lose one puppet, while he himself would be killed by the puppet's attack.

Thus, no matter how many gaps the puppets had, Ding Fan could not actively attack. He could only dodge.

Right away, not daring to delay, Ding Fan's figure flickered, spotting the gap and swiftly dodging through it.

But just as Ding Fan had escaped the encirclement, one of the puppets immediately followed him. Ding Fan had not even steadied his heels when the puppet bombarded him with a series of Inner Strength attacks.

Ding Fan was busy dodging, but before he could fully evade the first puppet's Inner Strength attack, another puppet had already struck.

Five puppets, at once, you attack and I defend, completely surrounded Ding Fan.

"Brother Fan won't be in trouble, right?" Mu Zi began to worry at this moment.

Given the current situation, Ding Fan didn't even have a chance to strike back. How could he possibly win continuing ?

Wu Die was also nervously staring intensely at Ding Fan's side, secretly worried for him...

"Don't overestimate yourself, you want me dead! Today I'll make sure your death is a particularly gruesome one!" At this moment, San Zhaimu let out a mad, reckless laugh.

Ding Fan was surrounded; he knew that if he didn't think of a way out now, then his situation was truly dire.

Five-headed puppets, fearless of beatings and killings, even if he gave a chilling blow it wouldn't matter to them.

The only way to turn the battle around now was to figure out how San Zhaimu was controlling these five puppets.

No inner energy threads, then how were they controlled...

Even though Ding Fan was well-informed, at this moment he truly got confused...

"Don't care about those puppets, attack San Zhaimu himself!" Just then, a voice directly appeared in Ding Fan's mind.

Ding Fan was stunned.

At this moment, Ding Fan suddenly had a flash of realization.

Though there were no inner energy threads, these puppets were still controlled by San Zhaimu, then attacking San Zhaimu would surely affect them no matter how he controlled them.

Now that he understood, Ding Fan immediately curled the corners of his mouth.

San Zhaimu noticed Ding Fan's expression, and he was stunned, not understanding why Ding Fan could still smile while being completely surrounded.

San Zhaimu's hands moved rapidly again.

The five puppets suddenly moved at an extremely fast pace and swiftly lunged towards Ding Fan.

And just as the five puppets were about to attack at close range, Ding Fan, who had been standing there, suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"What? How is this possible?!"

The spectators by the side were all stunned, Ding Fan had suddenly vanished, as if he had never been there.

Could it be that this person knows sorcery?