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Chapter 192 - 189: Things Shouldn’t Be Like This

Chapter 192: Chapter 189: Things Shouldn’t Be Like This

At this moment.

The enthusiasm of the disciples present was not high. After successive defeats, their mood was quite downcast. The fact that the disciples of other sects had continuously won several matches made them the subject of ridicule.

Gong Mo thought there was no point in competing again.

Just as he was about to step down from the arena, a teasing voice came from afar.

"Wait, let me have a match with you. I’ve been itching to try my hand, and I am curious about the capability of a Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple. Judging from your strength, you must be a True Disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect, right?" The black-robed Saint Heir leisurely approached.

The surrounding disciples made way for him.

They greeted him respectfully.

At the same time, they were very excited, clearly knowing that the Saint Heir was about to make a move.

With the Saint Heir stepping in, what could possibly go wrong?

The loss of face that had wandered outside for so long was finally about to be reclaimed. It was not easy at all.

Lin Fan turned around to look at him. Indeed, he was very strong, at the Nascent Soul Realm, far more formidable than those he had faced previously.

From the way the people around addressed him, it was clear that this was the Saint Heir from the Sacred Land.

"No, I’m not a True Disciple yet, just an ordinary disciple," Lin Fan replied.

The black-robed Saint Heir laughed, "You’re not being honest, quite mischievous, but it doesn’t matter. Your strength intrigues me, and I would like to experience it firsthand. My fellow junior brothers’ cultivation isn’t as profound, there’s quite a gap with yours."

"A real battle is a contest between the strong."

The black-robed Saint Heir was somewhat eager.

By saying these words, he was also comforting the junior brothers and sisters.

You lost not because we are lacking.

It’s because their strength is much greater than yours.

Your loss is a normal situation.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Liu Yuanhei, from a scholarly family, taken in as a Sacred Land disciple at the age of three, and have been cultivating for a hundred and thirty-six years now. Quite gifted, otherwise, how could I be this outstanding?" Liu Yuanhei said with a smile.

Lin Fan felt his calmness, and the way he introduced himself was quite agreeable.

"Since it’s like this, I can’t fall behind either. I am Lin Fan, a disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect, having joined not long ago, just a few months. The years of cultivation I’d rather not mention, lest it appears as flaunting."

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say it, but he was a bit cautious.

Just a few months of cultivation to reach such a level; who would believe it without getting bashed?

Liu Yuanhei said, "A very interesting introduction, but you’re being dishonest, talking nonsense. But never mind, when we spar, it’s about strength, not words."

"Rest assured, you haven’t harmed my junior brothers, and I won’t harm yours. But though there is some difference in our strength, avoiding injury might be difficult. Please bear with any minor injuries."

He had enough confidence.

Even though Lin Fan had demonstrated extraordinary strength, Liu Yuanhei thought otherwise, believing it impossible for him to win.

The Sacred Land’s competitions are about Divine Skills and Immortal Laws, never unleashing treasures, for their power cannot reflect personal strength.

This duel was drawing a lot of attention.

Not only were the disciples at the arena paying close attention.

Even some senior experts from the Sacred Land were observing the situation in secret.

The Saint Heir representing the Sacred Land’s face.

The Ancient Immortal Sacred Land and Taiwu Immortal Sect held no grudges, but neither wanted their sect to be deemed weaker, especially in a fight between a Saint Heir and a True Disciple.

A few old elders communicated via voice transmission.

"What do you think about this fight?"

"Hard to say, the Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple’s mana isn’t weak. Just breaking through the Golden Miao tribe’s Phoenix Treasure Seal flames indicates he’s exceptional."

"I still favor Liu Yuanhei. His Divine Skill cultivation is quite refined, and he’s rather sinister and unpredictable. Common folks facing him for the first time will be at a loss."

"Let’s just observe. The outcome will be clear in a bit. But we should keep a close watch to prevent them from getting truly heated and neglect the surrounding disciples, causing any disaster."

The old-timers discussed.

But after a long discussion, the balance still tilted toward Liu Yuanhei.

After all, he was their Saint Heir.

If they didn’t favor him, who would they favor?

Liu Yuanhei said, "You may go first."

"No, you go first. I’m used to others making the first move," Lin Fan said with a smile, gesturing for the other to proceed as he wished.

Liu Yuanhei said, "As a man of honor, I say you go first, then you go first. Besides, this is the Sacred Land, my territory, hence as a guest, you should go first, or else outsiders will claim the Sacred Land bullies others."

"By the way, give it your all. I’m concerned that once I make a move, you won’t have any room to resist."

One must say, he was very confident.

This confidence infected the surrounding disciples.

"Saint Heir is awesome..." (an echoing shout)

The atmosphere on the scene became roaring once more, with all the disciples talking among themselves. To witness the Saint Heir make a move was exhilarating enough.

Gong Mo stood with arms folded, smiling while looking at the arena. A dragon-tiger fight was about to commence, which was what he most wanted to see.

Indeed, Taiwu Immortal Sect is a grand sect.

The younger generation emerging like bamboo shoots after the rain.

This is also the key to a great sect’s legacy, but of course, the Sacred Land wasn’t weak either, with numerous talented young individuals. Their mutual exchange could allow them to learn from each other and improve together.

Where the Saint Heir and Saintess resided.

"He’s starting again. When that Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple makes a move, it’ll be the moment he faces a barrage of attacks."

"Liu Yuanhei was born with unusual pupils, capable of immediately discerning what kind of technique the opponent will use the moment they channel their mana, and can instantly react accordingly. Last time while sparring with him, I nearly fell for it."

"Once the competition ends, we must remind him via voice transmission to return what the Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple said earlier."

"Which words?"

"Just that your mana is strong, your Divine Skill cultivation is good, but you are not my match."

A Saintess chuckled, "You guys are so wicked, but I like it."

Some disciples had their gazes fixed on the Saintess. Seeing her smile, their souls almost drifted away. So beautiful, truly so beautiful, of indescribable beauty.

...

Lin Fan did not say much, slowly spreading his hands, as if holding a blade, "I pretend there’s a blade in my hand, make sure to remember that."

"All right, I’ll remember, there’s a blade in your hand." Liu Yuanhei chuckled, then said, "Then let’s begin; I’ve been waiting for a long time."

At this moment.

Lin Fan channeled mana, and in Liu Yuanhei’s eyes, he had already seen the direction of Lin Fan’s mana flow.

"Sound-breaking Demon Saber Technique!"

Swish!

The dust swirled, and Lin Fan’s figure vanished from where he stood.

For the ordinary disciples, it wasn’t even a question of seeing Lin Fan, they couldn’t even see an afterimage.

Lin Fan currently deployed the Sound-breaking Demon Saber Technique, surpassing the speed of sound; taking someone’s life was as simple as reaching into a pouch, straightforwardly executing in the blink of an eye, it could already be lifeless.

"A rather good minor Divine Skill." Liu Yuanhei appeared indifferent, yet his demeanor was quite grave. He could already glimpse how formidable the Divine Skill Lin Fan executed was, and with his cultivation, he could barely track the position, but this alone was sufficient.

He did not budge.

But his eyeballs tracked Lin Fan’s movements, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, shifting ceaselessly, moving mysteriously, like a ghost.

The old-timers at the Sacred Land discussed.

"Incredible, this Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple has mastered a minor Divine Skill to the highest level. His talent and perceptive skills are truly extraordinary."

"Indeed, didn’t see it before, but it’s clear now, his strength is formidable, and Liu Yuanhei is likely to endure a tough battle to win."

At this time.

Liu Yuanhei channeled his mana, ready, just waiting for his opponent to appear before him, ready to crush him with Supreme Divine Power, utterly suppressing him.

And now he just awaited this opportunity.

Lin Fan quickly darted about, with a subtle smile appearing on his lips.

He then deployed his Innate Divine Ability.

Soaring!

Sprint Burst!

Swish!

He vanished instantly.

"What?"

Liu Yuanhei was taken aback; the figure he could see just now disappeared abruptly.

"You’ve lost."

At some point, Lin Fan had appeared behind Liu Yuanhei, his palm resting on his neck, "Just as I mentioned earlier, there’s a blade in my hand, thus your head is already separated from your body."

"How can this be?"

Liu Yuanhei muttered in disbelief, wide-eyed, unable to comprehend what had occurred; the opponent vanished from his sight and appeared behind him shortly after.

His hair stood on end.

If indeed there was a blade in Lin Fan’s hand, he’d already be dead.

Bang!

Bang!

The Saint Heir, Saintess, and senior experts at the Sacred Land stood up in shock.

"Such speed, how did he achieve it?" the senior experts were bewildered. They could see Lin Fan’s figure clearly just a moment ago, then suddenly he accelerated as if he maneuvered through space.

They had good expectations for this match.

Both sides evenly matched, the battle was meant to be intense.

But the reality gave them a huge surprise.

In just a brief moment.

The outcome was already decided.

"What kind of Divine Skill did he execute?"

"Not a Divine Skill, there was no Divine Skill fluctuation; it was like a sudden burst of terrifying speed."

They had no clue about Lin Fan’s Innate Divine Ability.

These Innate Divine Abilities were dropped from Demons.

The combination of two Innate Divine Abilities with a minor Divine Skill, could such explosive speed be anything less than remarkable?

The Saint Heir and Saintess exchanged glances.

Judging from the gleam in their eyes, they hadn’t imagined the situation would turn out this way.

Who is this guy?

Is he really just a True Disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect?

When did Taiwu Immortal Sect gain such a disciple?

"I have actually lost." Liu Yuanhei’s smile faded, plunged into a state of shock; to him, it all transpired in a flash, impossible even to respond.

Gong Mo gaped, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg.

The development of events.

Had severely surpassed his expectations.

It shouldn’t have been this way.

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