Chapter 815: Chapter 815

After many days of anticipation, the grand finale of the Martial Arts Tournament had finally arrived.

For a moment, people were busy speculating about who would ultimately take the crown—either the strong contender who could lift 45,000 jin or the madman who had killed an Earth Level Peak fighter in seconds. Moreover, Nalan Xiong's name was still listed on the Tablet of Trial.

The final battle could be described as evenly matched... on the verge of erupting.

"The Martial Arts Tournament finals are about to begin." An hour later, the man in the mask appeared on time at the Martial Arts Venue.

Ding Fan and Nalan Xiong, one after the other, stepped into the Martial Arts Venue. Bursts of warm applause erupted from below.

"Ding Fan versus Nalan Xiong..."

But just as the man in the mask had not finished speaking, a figure abruptly leaped onto the martial arts platform.

Ding Fan glanced at the figure; it was, in fact, Ruan Yuan.

Members of Immortal Sect typically rarely showed their true faces at such events, so Ruan Yuan's appearance certainly indicated some emergency had occurred.

Following Ruan Yuan's entry, the masked man respectfully gave up his place.

Ruan Yuan surveyed the surroundings and then projected his voice using his Inner Strength. "This Martial Arts Tournament is now concluded... I ask everyone to leave Serpent Island before the end of the night."

The Martial Arts Tournament is over?

Everyone present wore a look of confusion.

The finals hadn't even started, so why were they being told it was over?

"What's going on here? We should at least find out who ultimately wins."

"Yeah, how can it end when the finals haven't begun?"...

A wave of unrest surged through the crowd.

Ruan Yuan spoke again, "Due to some unexpected incidents, we won't disclose the specifics. We hope everyone cooperates and departs swiftly. As for the final match, we'll arrange another time to inform Ding Fan and Nalan Xiong. The outcome will also be communicated to everyone."

Although the voices at the scene were noisy, the sound of Ruan Yuan alone easily overpowered everyone else's.

Seeing Ruan Yuan's decisive statement, and though they did not know the reason, it was clear the Martial Arts Tournament could no longer continue.

Subsequently, people discussed among themselves while dispersing in every direction.

Ding Fan speculated that something significant must have happened; otherwise, the Immortal Sect would not have ended the Martial Arts Tournament so abruptly.

After leaving these words behind, Ruan Yuan departed straightaway.

Ding Fan had intended to personally thank Ruan Yuan face-to-face. During his confrontation with San Zhaimu, the mysterious voice that reminded him to attack San Zhaimu's true self was Ruan Yuan.

However, given the current situation, it appeared that Ruan Yuan must be busy with urgent matters.

Immediately, Ding Fan followed the crowd back to the main tent, where many people were preparing to leave the island.

There were at least fifteen to sixteen hundred people on the island while only a few fishing boats were available for transportation, so it was not possible to board a return vessel right away.

While Ding Fan and a few others were waiting for a fishing boat to return, Dai Qiliao, who had always kept a low profile, unexpectedly sought them out.

Dai Qiliao still wore an indifferent expression, giving nothing away about his mood.

"Come with me. I have a boat."

Ding Fan did not hesitate; from the outset, he had promised to capture this Dai Qiliao, and he would have looked for him even if the latter had not come to him.

"Fine." Ding Fan nodded in agreement.

Dai Qiliao led the way, and Ding Fan followed with his group.

Because both Bian Zixuan and Cheng Bufan were injured, Ding Fan carried Cheng Bufan the entire way, while Mu Zi assisted Bian Zixuan.

When they rounded to the back of the island, they indeed found a fishing boat there.

Ding Fan used his Divine Sense to scan the inside of the fishing boat. There were four people on it, but none of them seemed to be Martial Artists.

After everyone boarded the boat following Dai Qiliao, he commanded the fishermen to set sail.

Everyone entered the cabin, which was not very large but could barely seat ten people. Now, including Dai Qiliao, everyone was sitting there.

The fishing boat was powered by a motor, and in no time, it had already traveled far from Serpent Island.

"Do you know why I'm going through the trouble of taking you with me?" After the boat had been moving for a while, Dai Qiliao finally spoke to Ding Fan.

"I didn't get the Spirit Renewal Herb. The ten thousand Spirit Stones, I can give them back to you," Ding Fan said calmly.

Dai Qiliao snorted. "Dai Qiliao isn't someone who would act dishonorably over ten thousand Spirit Stones. As I said before, whether or not you secure the Spirit Renewal Herb, I won't ask for the Spirit Stones again."

"So, what do you want?"

If it was just about ten thousand Spirit Stones, Ding Fan really didn't understand why Dai Qiliao had come back.

"The two Immortal Talismans on your body," Dai Qiliao said indifferently.

Ding Fan was taken aback.

Only three Immortal Talismans from the Immortal Sect had fallen into the Mortal Realm, and very few knew of their existence. Even fewer knew that Ding Fan possessed the talismans, and it was a mystery to Ding Fan how Dai Qiliao learned of them.

"I indeed have the Immortal Talismans. What do you intend to do?" Now that the other party knew he had two talismans, Ding Fan figured there was no point in denying it.

"Kill you all, then snatch the Immortal Talismans," Dai Qiliao stated matter-of-factly.

Ding Fan looked at Dai Qiliao; the way he casually talked about killing people as if it were as simple as eating or sleeping.

At this moment, Wu Die, Huan Er, and Mu Zi all became vigilant.

Unperturbed, Ding Fan responded lightly, "Here, now? Seems like a tight space."

Dai Qiliao replied, "You all could just end yourselves here. That way, you might suffer less. If I have to do it, you'll probably wish you were dead."

"You're overestimating yourself," Ding Fan said.

"Don't think that just because you've made it to the finals of the Martial Arts Tournament you have the ability to fight me..." Dai Qiliao said.

Just then, Dai Qiliao suddenly made his move, his hand shooting straight towards Ding Fan's neck.

Dai Qiliao actually started the fight without warning, leaving Wu Die and the others no time to react.

How could Ding Fan possibly be controlled by Dai Qiliao? With a light wave of his right hand, he effortlessly dissolved Dai Qiliao's fierce attack.

Dai Qiliao was taken aback, his previously indifferent gaze now filled with solemnity.

"Let's decide life and death after reaching shore," said Ding Fan indifferently.

The fishing boat was too small; a real fight would undoubtedly destroy it. Cheng Bufan and Bian Zixuan were also seriously injured, and without the boat, they would be at a great disadvantage.

Dai Qiliao pondered for a moment and then said no more, closing his eyes to rest and recuperate.

Obviously, he could see that dealing with Ding Fan was not going to be easy.

The fishing boat continued on its way, and after about ten minutes, bursts of gunfire came from outside the boat.

"Stop the boat, pull over to the side for me," yelled voices from not too far away.

Soon enough, the fishing boat came to a halt.

Ding Fan extended his Divine Sense to investigate, and saw a speedboat chasing after them, with seven people on board, nearly all holding guns.

Ding Fan sensed a familiar aura coming from these seven people, emitted by a woman.

After scanning with his Divine Sense, Ding Fan recognized the woman—it was the very same woman who had tried to seduce him with her body during the third round of the martial arts tournament. Unexpectedly, she had followed him here.

Meanwhile, footsteps rang out on deck, signaling that someone had boarded the boat.

Tap tap tap... Gunfire sounded again from outside.

"Let everyone inside the boat come out!"

Thump, thump... The sound of footsteps as the fishermen walked down from the deck.

"Everyone, we've run into robbers. They're ordering us to go up..."

"Let them clear off..." Dai Qiliao didn't even bother to open his eyes.

The fisherman showed a troubled expression. "These people are vicious... How could I..."

"Whoever disobeys can take it up with them downstairs..." Dai Qiliao said.

The fisherman's words were cut off.

"Such big talk... Are you guys all that tough..." At that moment, a middle-aged man carrying a submachine gun walked down from the deck.

"If you don't want to die, scram far away from here," Dai Qiliao said, eyes still closed.

"Old man, you think you're something? Believe it or not, I'll fill you with bullets," the middle-aged man pointed his gun directly at Dai Qiliao.

"Lao Li, it's not this man we're after, it's the guy inside," the woman who had previously tried to exchange a victory for her body also walked down from the deck, pointing at Ding Fan. "Wreck this kid for me, and tonight, however you want to mess around, I'm all yours..."

Hearing the woman's words, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

In this cramped cabin, a burst of bullets would surely hit the target. No matter how good his martial arts were, the target couldn't be faster than bullets.

So, to the middle-aged man, killing someone here seemed all too easy.

Ding Fan felt speechless at the current situation. From what he could tell, this woman must have followed them here.

Back at the martial arts venue, he hadn't hurt her, but now she led people here to take his life. The woman truly harbored vile intentions.

"Little girl, tonight I'll have to thoroughly ravage you..." the middle-aged man said, licking his lips.

The woman rolled her eyes at the middle-aged man. "Just don't disappoint me so much you can't keep up... Get on with your task."

The woman looked at Ding Fan with schadenfreude. "Kid, I told you I wouldn't let you off the hook. Don't blame me for being ruthless, blame your own stupidity!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the people inside the cabin and then instructed the two subordinates who followed him down, "Take them all down..."

After looking at the people inside the cabin again, he said, "Blame yourselves for being in the same boat as this idiot..."

The middle-aged man and his two subordinates raised their submachine guns.

And at that moment, two Wind Blades slashed directly across.

After two sharp sounds, the three men let out screams almost simultaneously.

When the woman looked back, all three had their necks severed.

Thump... The three bodies all fell to the ground.

The woman's eyes widened in shock. Although she was a Martial Artist, she was only at the Human Level, and had never seen high-level techniques like the Wind Blade before.

In her viewpoint, even the most formidable Martial Cultivation was no match for bullets. She brought these people simply to get back at Ding Fan, but never expected the enemy's Wind Blade to be even more lethal than bullets.

It was Dai Qiliao who had unleashed the Wind Blades. Being disturbed by these clowns was extremely displeasing to him.

Stunned for a moment, the woman then turned and ran.

"Your boss has been killed, avenge your leader..." said Ding Fan, frowning. If the woman ran away just like that, neither he nor Dai Qiliao would likely chase down a woman.

But now that she was still after his life, she absolutely could not be let go.

Ding Fan grabbed an iron nail and, after flinging it in swift succession, thuds of falling objects echoed on the deck. Orıginal content can be found at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱

Dai Qiliao extended his Telekinesis and saw that the woman, along with the gunmen, had all been killed by the iron nails thrown by Ding Fan...