"In this contest, who do you think will prevail and win the final victory: General Yang Xiao or Mr. Fang?"
A young soldier from the Demon Suppression Army was the first to speak up.
"Of course, General Yang Xiao is the backbone and soul of our Demon Suppression Army! He is not only highly decorated and intelligent, but also personally praised by Prince Li Wentian as one of the candidates for the future commander of the Demon Suppression Army. He is nearly twenty years older than Mr. Fang, and his experience and cultivation are far beyond Mr. Fang's reach. Even if Mr. Fang is exceptionally talented and brilliant, he will probably have a hard time gaining the upper hand in front of Vanguard Yang."
An old soldier from the Demon Suppression Army analyzed with a proud expression, his words filled with admiration and trust for Yang Xiao.
"That's not necessarily true. I think Mr. Fang Han is no ordinary person. He is a master of the Divine Sense Realm, which I have witnessed firsthand. When I was being chased by demonic beasts, he came flying in on his sword, like a god descending to earth, to save us from our predicament. I still remember that scene vividly."
Another city defense soldier, his eyes gleaming with admiration, was full of confidence in Fang Han's strength.
“That’s right, seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving. I have seen it with my own eyes, and Mr. Fang’s strength is definitely not to be underestimated.”
Another person echoed, their tone firm.
"Hmph, seeing is not necessarily believing. The world is ever-changing; how can one determine everything based on just one glance?"
The demon-suppressing army and city defense army, who had been rescued by Fang Han, were discussing the matter amongst themselves, each holding their own opinion.
In the past, most of them would have believed without hesitation that Fang Han was no match for the vanguard general Yang Xiao.
However, after this series of changes and trials, many of them have quietly developed respect for Fang Han and believe in his strength.
"Yang Xiao, have you thought this through? Do you really want to fight me to the death? If you lose, not only will you lose face, but the reputation of the Demon Suppression Army will also be greatly affected."
Fang Han looked up at Yang Xiao, who had already flown into the air on his sword.
"Fang Han, although you have reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, your strength is indeed not to be underestimated. But unfortunately, you have not truly mastered the art of sword control. What you have shown is nothing but a smokescreen. Now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, no matter how eloquent you are, you cannot hide this fact."
Yang Xiao stood atop the flying sword, holding a longsword and pointing it at Fang Han, his eyes filled with disdain and provocation.
At this moment, he was even more convinced that Fang Han's so-called sword control technique was nothing but a bluff and nothing to be afraid of.
"Fang Han, you can't even fly on a sword, yet you dare to spout nonsense and try to scare people? Our City Lord's Mansion stands firmly on the Marquis's side. Don't even think about taking away the city's defense forces; that's impossible!"
Just then, Wu Hanchun suddenly interrupted.
The woman felt that at this crucial moment, she had to cling tightly to the champion's coattails to ensure her own safety and interests.
"Sword, come!"
However, just when everyone thought Fang Han would be speechless, a clear shout rang out through the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a long sword suddenly shot out of the air and soared into the sky.
Fang Han's figure flashed, and he leaped up like a ghost, landing steadily on the flying sword.
Before everyone could recover from their shock, Fang Han had already taken to the air on his sword, confronting Yang Xiao in mid-air.
"He...he can really control a sword?"
Both Champion Hou Li Hong and Wu Yi were stunned.
Especially for Champion Hou, a sense of defeat welled up inside.
Although he had previously thought Fang Han was very strong, he did not believe that Fang Han had surpassed him.
But now he realized that this man, who was seven or eight years younger than him, was far more powerful than him.
"Brother Yang Xiao, teach Fang Han a lesson he won't forget."
Champion Marquis quickly addressed Yang Xiao.
Upon hearing the Champion Marquis's shout, a ruthless glint flashed in Yang Xiao's eyes. He then sheathed his sword and took out a long spear from his storage space.
He originally thought that Fang Han did not have the strength to fight him, so he planned to deal with Fang Han with his sword.
But now that Fang Han has taken off on his sword, he no longer dares to underestimate him.
"Fang Han, don't think you can be arrogant just because you have some skills. Today, I'll show you the Yang family's ultimate technique, the Cloud Piercing Spear!"
Yang Xiao let out a low shout and launched an attack while stepping on his flying sword.
He instantly flew in front of Fang Han, thrusting out his spear. A dazzling point of light condensed at the tip of the spear, the result of highly compressed true energy, containing destructive power, aimed directly at Fang Han's brow.
Faced with this powerful and heavy blow, Fang Han remained calm and composed, but a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.
He chuckled, stepped on the Xuan Tie Sword, and with a swing of the Dragon Slayer Sword, the first move of the Eight Desolations Sword Technique, "Sword Sweeping the Eight Desolations," was unleashed with a roar.
Eight sharp sword energies slashed out in front of him.
Each of these eight sword energies contained a different sword intent, some fierce, some gentle, some swift, and some mysterious. The eight sword energies intertwined to form an invisible sword net, firmly sealing off Yang Xiao's fatal blow.
Moreover, these eight sword energies seemed to possess a spirit, instantly transforming into eight swimming dragons with the movement of Fang Han's mind, and counterattacking Yang Xiao with a devastating force.
"What...what kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Yang Xiao's expression changed drastically. He had never seen such an exquisite sword technique before. Each of the eight dragons formed from sword energy made his heart tremble, as if he were facing an attack from eight equally powerful experts.
He was terrified and immediately tried to escape on his sword.
But Fang Han's sword energy was incredibly fast; almost the instant his thought arose, it had already surrounded him.
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