Just as You Sanqian's longsword swept towards Fang Han like a whirlwind, about to strike him, Fang Han remained calm and unhurried, extending two fingers and effortlessly picking it up as if taking something from a bag.

"You're asking for it!"

Upon seeing this, You Sanqian curled his lips into a mocking sneer, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

At this moment, he was certain that this seemingly young man was not only incredibly weak, but also extremely arrogant, and simply courting death.

You should know that You Sanqian is a master at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. He is a famous warrior in the Demon Suppression Army, having gone through countless life-and-death battles and his reputation is far-reaching.

Normally, people would show him great respect, but no one had ever dared to so openly and brazenly despise him.

But just when You Sanqian was still full of contempt and hadn't even developed a shred of vigilance, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded.

Fang Han's seemingly casually extended two fingers actually acted like an incredibly precise pair of iron clamps, firmly gripping his long sword.

The movements were so swift, as fast as lightning, that it was almost impossible to catch their trajectory; so precise, as if they had been practiced a thousand times, without the slightest error.

Fang Han, however, remained completely calm, as if he were doing something extremely ordinary, without the slightest sense of strain.

It was as if Fang Han was not holding an extremely sharp and chilling long knife, but merely a light, drifting leaf.

You Sanqian's expression changed drastically in an instant, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart. He understood immediately that he had encountered a true master.

In an instant, he was terrified. In his panic, he hurriedly twisted the blade, trying to use his own strength to sever Fang Han's two seemingly slender fingers that contained immense power.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the blade was as if it had been welded shut, firmly held between Fang Han's two fingers, and he couldn't turn it even an inch.

You Sanqian grew increasingly anxious, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Just as he was about to give up twisting the blade and instead draw his sword and retreat to avoid the attack, Fang Han's other hand, which had remained motionless, suddenly moved.

With a flick of his finger, a sharp gust of wind, like an arrow released from a bow, struck the trapped longsword with a whooshing sound.

"Buzz!"

With a sharp, piercing buzzing sound, the once incredibly hard longsword shattered into countless fragments, just like fragile tofu.

At the same time, an incredibly powerful force came from the blade. You Sanqian felt an overwhelming impact, and he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, the elite squad members of the Demon Suppression Army were all horrified. Their eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, everyone drew their long swords without hesitation. The blades flashed and the air was chilling. They surrounded Fang Han, ready to swarm him and attack him.

Even the champion Marquis Li Hong had a gloomy expression. He brandished his imposing longsword, pointing the tip directly at Fang Han, and coldly asked, "Boy, who exactly are you?"

"You monkey in a crown, you're not worthy to know my name."

Fang Han stood still, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his expression calm and composed, as if the tense atmosphere around him had nothing to do with him, and simply responded.

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant. But let me tell you, all those who dared to be arrogant in front of me, the Champion Marquis, are dead."

Champion Marquis Li Hong snorted coldly, a sharp killing intent flashing in his eyes, his voice as cold as if it came from the deepest hell.

However, although he was burning with anger, he no longer dared to underestimate Fang Han.

After all, Fang Han's ability to break a sword with his finger was simply too amazing and too powerful.

Although Li Hong was usually arrogant and self-important, he was also very clear that he was not entirely confident that he could defeat Fang Han.

Previously, he thought that Fang Han only had the opportunity to stay by Tantai Qiuyue's side to take care of her because she was seriously injured by a demon beast, and he was full of disdain and contempt for Fang Han.

But now, in this world where strength reigns supreme, the harsh reality before him forces him to admit that Fang Han is an exceptional individual, a formidable character not to be underestimated.

Moreover, Fang Han could very well become his rival in love.

Fang Han looks to be only about twenty years old, in the prime of his youth, yet he already possesses such extraordinary strength. Given time, his future will undoubtedly be limitless.

Li Hong has always considered himself the strongest fighter among his peers, after all, he is already at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and is only one step away from entering the Divine Sense Realm.

But now it seems that this seemingly young Fang Han's cultivation and combat strength are in no way inferior to his, and may even be superior.

Of course, he greatly underestimated Fang Han's true strength.

"Champion Marquis, are you about to make a move?"

Fang Han remained calm, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He said indifferently, "If you dare to make a move, I'll beat you to a pulp and show you what it means to humiliate yourself. If you're capable, fight me one-on-one. Don't send your men to their deaths; they're not even enough to fill my teeth."

At this moment, Fang Han exuded a powerful and unassailable aura, revealing his domineering presence.

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