Both of them had suffered considerable losses in front of Fang Han before, losing face and harboring deep hatred for him. At this moment, they couldn't wait for Pei Yuan to put Fang Han to death to vent their anger.
As for the students of the Dragon Abyss Sword Academy, they also felt from the bottom of their hearts that Fang Han could not possibly be a match for Pei Yuan, after all, Pei Yuan's reputation was already deeply rooted in their hearts.
However, they were filled with dissatisfaction and resentment about the timing of Pei Yuan's appearance.
Meng Kai, the usually dignified dean, only thought about his own stomach and escape when faced with a life-or-death situation, completely disregarding the lives of the students.
The trainees already harbored deep resentment and hatred towards him.
They even secretly hoped that Pei Yuan would arrive a little later.
In that case, Meng Kai, that selfish and scoundrel dean, would probably already be dead under Fang Han's sword.
Once Fang Han kills Meng Kai, and Pei Yuan then kills Fang Han, they consider today's turmoil perfectly resolved.
Hearing Meng Kai and Yang Wenguang's urgent and somewhat urging words, Pei Yuan's heart burned like a raging fire, filled with restlessness.
He knew very well that if he couldn't defeat Fang Han in a long time, he would lose face big time. How could he hold his head up in front of everyone in the Dragon Abyss Sword Mansion?
Thinking of this, Pei Yuan quickly went completely insane.
His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, like those of an enraged wild beast.
He poured all his cultivation into the longsword in his hand without reservation. Every strike he made carried the sound of wind and thunder, as if he wanted to tear the world apart.
A dazzling light emanated from the sword, like a blazing sun, threatening to completely engulf Fang Han.
However, no matter how fierce or ruthless Pei Yuan's attacks were, Fang Han remained as composed as a wise man sitting on a fishing platform.
"This...how is this possible?"
Meng Kai stared wide-eyed at the battlefield. He could clearly sense that Pei Yuan was attacking with all his might. The sharp sword moves and the overwhelming momentum showed that Pei Yuan was no longer holding back.
Even so, Pei Yuan still had no way to deal with Fang Han.
This only proves one thing: Fang Han is fully capable of fighting Pei Yuan.
Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Yang Wenguang also looked astonished and uneasy.
He saw that Fang Han remained calm and composed while defending, as if Pei Yuan's fierce attacks were nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.
He knew in his heart that if this continued, it would definitely be detrimental to Pei Yuan.
Because Pei Yuan was attacking so frantically, his true energy consumption must have been enormous, while Fang Han seemed to be handling it with ease, as if he still had endless potential.
However, due to their limited cultivation and perspective, the students of Longyuan Sword Academy could only see Pei Yuan's sword shadows engulfing Fang Han like a storm.
They thought Fang Han was completely suppressed by Pei Yuan and had no power to fight back.
As Pei Yuanjiu's attack failed, his anxiety surged like a tide.
His forehead was covered in sweat, and his breathing became rapid. Every swing of his sword seemed to use all his strength, but Fang Han remained as imposing as a mountain, standing firm and unyielding.
"Kid, you're so young, yet you managed to block so many of my moves. You're quite skilled."
Pei Yuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile. His eyes were full of disdain and mockery as he began to sarcastically remark to Fang Han, "But are you only capable of defending yourself like a coward? Or do you simply lack the courage to confront me head-on?"
He thought to himself, Fang Han is so good at defense, he must have unique skills in defense.
But if Fang Han dared to make a move and attack him, he would definitely reveal an opening in his panic, at which point he could seize the opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop.
At this point, he decided to use reverse psychology, trying to get Fang Han to abandon his defense and take the initiative to attack.
“Pei Yuan, I originally thought you could at least have some of the style of your great-grandfather Xiang Wantang, but now it seems that the swordsmanship you have cultivated is nothing but empty show.”
Fang Han remained calm and said slowly, "Your swordsmanship, although it looks imposing with its many sword shadows that seem to encompass the heavens and earth, is actually extremely limited in its attack power. I haven't even used one-tenth of my strength yet, and you still can't break through my defenses. It's utterly laughable."
"You must be forty years old by now. How can you be so naive as to think that you can defeat me simply by fighting me?"
"If I really make a move, you probably won't even have a chance to make a move. Only then will you realize just how big the gap is between you and me."
Upon hearing this, Pei Yuan was enraged and sneered, "Fang Han, stop bragging. Even if you defend like a tortoise, how long can you last? Within a hundred moves, I can definitely break through your defense and kill you with my sword."
Upon hearing Pei Yuan's words, the students of Longyuan Sword Academy were also taken aback.
They all thought that under Pei Yuan's storm-like attacks, Fang Han was like a small boat in a huge ocean, fragile and vulnerable, and would soon be submerged by the waves, completely losing the ability to resist.
However, to their utter surprise, Pei Yuan was unable to do anything to Fang Han in a short period of time. Fang Han's defense was so solid, like an impregnable fortress.
In just a few years, Fang Han went from being a good-for-nothing in everyone's eyes to being able to contend with the inner sect sword master of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect. The speed and strength of this growth were truly terrifying.
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