Chapter 814: Chapter 814

At this moment, not to mention others, even San Zhaimu beside him found it hard to believe what he was seeing with his own eyes.

You should know that even if your movement technique is good, there would definitely be some afterimages and traces left when moving. But Ding Fan's disappearance now was as if he suddenly vanished into thin air.

And just as San Zhaimu was still struggling to understand, a gust of wind blasted directly from behind him.

San Zhaimu was startled— who could launch a stealth attack on him now?

He didn't have time to think it through; he hurriedly tried to dodge.

However, the gust of wind from behind was extremely fast, and it was not possible for him to dodge it nimbly anymore.

Boom... San Zhaimu was directly blown away.

Thud... After flying far out, San Zhaimu finally crashed heavily to the ground, spitting blood profusely.

At this moment, San Zhaimu's right arm was completely shattered. He couldn't care less about his serious injury; he quickly raised his head to look toward his original position.

What he most wanted to know was who had launched a surprise attack on him from behind.

"How is it possible? How could it be you?" San Zhaimu's eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

If not Ding Fan, then who else could stand there?

San Zhaimu truly couldn't comprehend. Before, Ding Fan was being chased around by five puppets, but how could he appear behind himself in the blink of an eye?

Could it be that this world actually possesses the cultivation technique of Instantaneous Movement?

Now, not only was San Zhaimu baffled, but everyone who had watched the entire event was also completely mystified.

In everyone's eyes, Ding Fan was like performing sorcery, directly appearing from one side to the other.

"It seems I still underestimated you!" Although San Zhaimu's right arm was shattered, he stood up as if nothing had happened.

And right after San Zhaimu stood up, the five-headed puppets beside him instantly collapsed, leaving only one barely able to stand.

"It seems that taking your life is really not an easy task." After saying this, San Zhaimu's figure flickered, and his supposedly ruined right hand was unexpectedly raised, followed by a Wind Blade slashing over.

Ding Fan was also stunned. San Zhaimu's right arm had been crippled, and there was no reason for him to be able to unleash a Wind Blade!

But now Ding Fan didn't have time to think too much; he hurriedly dodged, evading San Zhaimu's assault.

After San Zhaimu launched a Wind Blade attack, he didn't stop; he crazily charged towards Ding Fan.

Ding Fan carefully coped with this San Zhaimu while using his Divine Sense to probe San Zhaimu's condition.

When Ding Fan figured out what was happening, his expression instantly turned extremely grave.

There were multiple lines of internal energy between this San Zhaimu and the puppets. After briefly sorting out those lines of energy, Ding Fan realized that San Zhaimu and the puppets were now in a mutual controlling relationship.

Simply put, it was San Zhaimu controlling the puppets which in turn controlled his own body...

Although it seemed absurd, the current situation was exactly that. Even Ding Fan was shocked repeatedly, wondering how precise one must be to achieve such control.

Having understood this, Ding Fan finally realized why San Zhaimu's broken arm could still move—it was a result of his control through the puppets.

At this moment, Ding Fan had to admit, this San Zhaimu was truly a genius in controlling puppets!

This San Zhaimu, brutal towards his enemies, was unimaginably ruthless to himself.

San Zhaimu's attack had now become almost insane, and Ding Fan just carefully evaded, so that in the Arena above, no one could be seen, only two blurred figures could be spotted.

"I've said that I will never let you leave here alive," said San Zhaimu, roaring furiously, and then recklessly stabbing his longsword towards Ding Fan's chest. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍

At this moment, San Zhaimu's chest was fully exposed to Ding Fan. To kill San Zhaimu, one only needed to thrust the sword to pierce through his chest.

But Ding Fan could see that San Zhaimu was completely fighting with a suicidal strategy; as soon as his longsword pierced the opponent's body, the opponent's longsword could equally pierce through his own body.

Now that the opponent no longer had the puppets, and had reached the point of using himself as a puppet, victory for Ding Fan was only a matter of time.

Therefore, there was no need for Ding Fan to perish together with San Zhaimu.

Ding Fan immediately dodged.

But San Zhaimu pursued relentlessly, continuously bombarding Ding Fan, seeking a mutual destruction with every move.

"Die die die die..." At this moment, San Zhaimu seemed possessed, his howling voice echoing through the entire Martial Arts Venue, chilling the spines of the surrounding audience...

Ding Fan was now waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to directly slay San Zhaimu.

Whoosh... San Zhaimu soared up, swinging his longsword at Ding Fan's head.

At this moment, Ding Fan's eyes suddenly brightened, he quickly dodged to the side, and then a fireball was thrown directly out.

This fireball wasn't some Heaven and Earth Strange Fire; it was just an ordinary fire. Using the Heaven and Earth Strange Fire in front of so many people could inevitably draw covetous looks.

Although the Fireball Technique is just a minor spell for cultivators, it nevertheless remains incomprehensible to martial artists.

Thus, as Ding Fan released the fireball, the crowd at the venue let out a chorus of gasps.

San Zhaimu was in mid-air when he suddenly saw a ball of fire appear below, which scared him until he turned pale. But at this moment, San Zhaimu had no chance to evade. He had already lost his balance.

Consequently, San Zhaimu then performed a jump into a sea of fire in front of everyone.

San Zhaimu dived into the fireball and instantly, his hair caught fire. The mask he was wearing was also instantly burned to ash.

San Zhaimu tumbled and crawled before he managed to barely extinguish the flames on his body. However, by then, his body was charred black, leaving him naked and in an extremely sorry state.

At this moment, the last puppet not far away also directly fell to the ground.

"I admit defeat..." San Zhaimu said blandly to Ding Fan. "You are a gentleman, and I am a scoundrel; I assume you won't strike down a person who has surrendered."

Ding Fan's figure suddenly closed in, and a sword beam directly split San Zhaimu's body in half.

San Zhaimu's corpse crashed to the ground, blood and entrails immediately spilling everywhere.

It was clear to Ding Fan what San Zhaimu's last words meant. Calling Ding Fan a gentleman and himself a scoundrel was nothing but an attempt to bind Ding Fan with morality and prevent his own death.

But San Zhaimu's thoughts were far too naive.

San Zhaimu had first gravely injured Bian Zixuan, and then Cheng Bufan. With these actions, how could Ding Fan let him go? Even if the whole world were to call him a scoundrel for it, Ding Fan would definitely kill his opponent.

Just like the words Ding Fan had said before entering the Martial Arts Venue.

"Today, you must die!"

After San Zhaimu's body fell to the ground, the entire Martial Arts Venue fell silent in an instant.

The battle had been incredibly thrilling.

It started with San Zhaimu controlling five puppets to attack Ding Fan, who then used instant movement, fireball technique...

This could be said to be the peak battle of this martial arts tournament.

Clap... clap clap... clap clap clap...

Someone unknowingly started clapping, and eventually, a thunderous applause erupted from everyone around the venue.

Although Ding Fan's last move was exceedingly ruthless, nobody blamed him for it.

What Ding Fan did could be considered common human feelings...

"Ding Fan... wins!" Just at that moment, the voice of the man in the mask came from nearby.

"Brother Fan, I love you... Brother Fan, I love you!"

"Brother Fan, muah, Brother Fan, I love you..."

Watching Ding Fan emerge victorious, the two fairies, Wu Die and Mu Zi, once again began cheering for Ding Fan in their disgustingly sweet way...

At that moment, Ding Fan truly had a face full of black lines. These two women...

Right after Ding Fan stepped down from the Martial Arts Venue, another match began.

"Next, please welcome Nalan Xiong versus Huang Qianxiong..." The man in the mask announced, soon after which the two fighters walked up to the Venue from different directions.

"Brother Fan, who do you think will win between them?"

Walking down the stage, Mu Zi hugged Ding Fan's arm and asked.

Ding Fan glanced at the two men on stage. Huang Qianxiong's cultivation was quite strong already, at the Earth Level peak. However, Nalan Xiong was even more formidable at the Heavenly Level!

"Nalan Xiong will win..."

"Boy, are you suggesting with that smug look that my husband could lose?" Just then, a woman standing beside Ding Fan spoke out displeasedly.

Ding Fan was rather surprised to find that Huang Qianxiong's wife was by his side.

"What? Isn't it alright to make a guess?" Mu Zi retorted disdainfully from the side.

"You people are completely clueless. Boy, just because you defeated San Zhaimu, it doesn't mean you could beat my husband..." the woman rambled on. "My husband's fame shakes the four seas; ask around, there are few who don't know of my husband Huang Qianxiong..."

While the woman was still going on and on, a violent explosion erupted within the Arena.

Followed by the crowd's exclamations of shock.

The woman hastily looked towards the Arena.

At that moment inside the Arena, Huang Qianxiong lay on the ground, vomiting blood profusely. It was clear he would not be getting up anytime soon...

"Nalan Xiong... wins!"

Before the woman could recover from her shock, the referee had already announced the result.

"So... so fast!" The woman herself found it difficult to accept.

Earth Level peak, yet so easily, so casually defeated. Was it necessary to be so overwhelming...

"Old lady, seems like your husband really isn't up to par..." Mu Zi continued to taunt from the side...

The woman's face instantly turned beet red. Moments ago, she was boasting to Ding Fan and the others about how formidable her husband was.

But before the echo of her words had faded, her husband had already lost.

The woman was too embarrassed to stay any longer, pushing through the crowd to reach the stage, wrap up her husband, and then leave without looking back.

Mu Zi rolled her eyes. "Just a moment ago, she was so commanding, and now look – defeated, and so miserably at that..."

At this time, Ding Fan did not pay attention to Mu Zi's antics. He glanced towards Nalan Xiong in the Venue.

Nalan Xiong appeared calm, not looking at all like he had just fought a battle. It was as if he had just returned from a leisurely stroll.

"The final match will take place after half an hour!" Just then, the man in the mask spoke out loud to the crowd.

Hearing the referee's words, Ding Fan had an epiphany.

Nalan Xiong had quickly defeated his opponent to conserve strength, and then to face Ding Fan in a final battle...

It seems like a tough fight is ahead...