Xiao Fan's face was cold and stern, and his hand holding the knife did not stop moving.
This slash, brimming with rage and boundless fury, came crashing down on Zeng Yunpeng.
This astonishing strike drew everyone's attention, friend and foe alike.
Ying Tiantian looked excited, with the exhilarating feeling of finally getting revenge.
Shen Qianjun and the others from Lingyan Pavilion all wore expectant expressions, as if victory was just around the corner.
Qin Feng and Leng Yuexi remained calm, with slight smiles on their lips.
Pei Ming had a bad feeling when he saw Xiao Fan in this state.
Liu Zhihao also watched Xiao Fan wielding the knife intently.
The most anxious person was Zeng Yunpeng's father, Zeng Lusheng. He was worried that Zeng Yunpeng might get hurt and was ready to step in to help. He couldn't worry about anything else.
Whoosh, the whistling sound of blades echoing on the battle platform.
Zeng Yunpeng saw the blade approaching and felt Xiao Fan's domineering aura rushing towards him.
He desperately used his spiritual power to resist, and swung his sword with all his might to meet the attack.
He truly sensed the danger, yet he still clung to the illusion that the other party would hold back.
Clang.
Zeng Yunpeng's spirit sword was knocked away. He thought to himself that he was no match for him. Then, he felt a pang of anxiety as he watched the spirit blade continue to slash down.
No way, no way, the other party is so ruthless, they won't really take his life, will they? This is just a friendly spar, there's no need to take it so seriously.
But he didn't know that his shameless behavior towards Ying Tiantian had completely enraged Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan's gaze was firm, and his hands were steady, without the slightest tremor or hesitation, as he continued to chop downwards.
Just like chopping wood.
Zeng Lusheng, sitting in the audience, realized something was wrong. If things continued like this, his precious son was bound to have a problem; he would either die or be seriously injured.
He couldn't care less about anything else; he was going to make a move, and his figure flashed.
Just as he reached the edge of the battle platform, Shen Qianjun appeared in front of him, coldly watching him.
On the platform, Xiao Fan continued to bring his knife down on Zeng Yunpeng.
"Ah! Dad, save me!" Zeng Yunpeng screamed like a pig being slaughtered, calling out to his father.
Zeng Lusheng wanted to go to Zeng Yunpeng, but Shen Qianjun blocked his way.
"What does Pavilion Master Shen mean by this?"
"What do you mean by this? You want to interfere in what happens on the battle stage?"
"Hasn't the outcome already been decided? Won't you let me go see my son?"
Shen Qianjun sneered and mocked Pei Ming, Xu Zhenyang, and the others:
"Heh, who said the outcome was already decided? Did he concede? Did the referee announce the result?"
Zeng Lusheng was stunned. He remembered the scene with Yin Tiantian earlier, his face flushed, and he hurriedly turned to look at Pei Ming.
During their conversation, Xiao Fan didn't stop what he was doing and kept slashing with his sword. Zeng Yunpeng ran away with his head in his hands, looking quite disheveled.
Pei Ming's face was also flushed red. Wasn't Shen Qianjun blatantly slapping him in the face?
Pei Ming coughed. "We lost this match."
Xu Zhenyang then announced the results: "Lingyan Pavilion wins this match."
Xiao Fan stopped what he was doing only when the results were announced.
Zeng Lusheng glared angrily at Shen Qianjun, "Is this enough?"
Shen Qianjun nodded with a hearty laugh and stepped aside. "That's fine."
Zeng Lusheng ignored him and went straight to Zeng Yunpeng.
He checked it over and took a deep breath.
The result was neither good nor bad.
It's certain that I'll get injured, and I'll need to stay in bed for ten days to two weeks. But it's all just superficial injuries, nothing serious, thankfully.
Xiao Fan held back; otherwise, Zeng Yunpeng would have been cleaved in two with a single strike, and none of this would have happened.
The subsequent relentless pursuit was deliberately done to vent Yin Tiantian's anger.
It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
Serves you right for not admitting defeat and for cheating. I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you.
The most lethal strike was that earth-shattering slash with sword intent, but it was only affected by the sword energy that it left behind injuries.
Xiao Fan's knife didn't even touch him.
Zeng Yunpeng was intimidated by Xiao Fan's imposing aura and resolute gaze, and even called out "Dad!"
Zeng Lusheng carried Zeng Yunpeng and walked off the stage. When he passed Xiao Fan, he glanced at Xiao Fan and said something.
"You are very good."
This is praise, warning, and even a threat.
But Xiao Fan didn't care at all and replied, "Thank you for the compliment."
Faced with Xiao Fan's stubbornness, Zeng Lusheng's lips twitched. Without lingering any longer, he took his precious son downstairs to treat his injuries.
Xiao Fan's extraordinary performance deeply shocked everyone, and they looked at his small frame with admiration.
"I wish he were my son."
“You’re not even as good as him, yet you’re talking about your son.”
"Go wash up and go to sleep. You can have anything in your dreams."
Liu Zhihao comforted Pei Ming, "Brother Pei, don't worry. Although this kid won, Biyunxuan still has two Foundation Establishment Perfection disciples. They can wear him down even if they have to."
Pei Ming thought about it and nodded.
Although Xiao Fan is a prodigy, he is still young and his cultivation level is only at the late Foundation Establishment stage. He has already fought a battle, so Biyunxuan still has a good chance of winning.
On the stage, Xiao Fan was full of fighting spirit. Before the host, Xu Zhenyang, could speak, he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Next."
Everyone looked at Xiao Fan's small frame and listened to his domineering voice, marveling at his appearance.
The disciples of Lingyan Pavilion felt as if they were back in Lingyan Pavilion, sparring with Xiao Fan, when he spoke to them.
Xiao Fan was like that back then, calling for the next one as soon as he finished fighting one.
Different scenes, same domineering presence.
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