Long Aotian rushed onto the arena, his voice extremely cold, and said, "Please enlighten me, Senior Brother!"
At this moment, he no longer cared about the discussions below the stage. Regardless of the outcome of this battle, his reputation was ruined. Even if he couldn't kill Lin Fan, he could still destroy him and slowly torment him in the days to come.
He'd learned his lesson; this time he didn't directly complain to the sect leader or elders, even though everyone knew perfectly well that Lin Fan was the only one from the Qingxiao Sect who had done this to him.
However, there is no evidence to point to him, and besides, there is no sect rule against recording videos in the wild.
Even if Long Aotian begs and pleads, the punishment he gives Lin Fan will probably be insignificant.
"I dare not accept such praise. Junior Brother's talent is unparalleled, surpassing all others throughout history. I am deeply gratified." Lin Fan's loving gaze, like that of an old father, only intensified Long Aotian's killing intent.
He let out a cold voice and slowly drew his sword. His first move was the strongest opening move, Flying Immortal Slash. He was extremely fast, leaving an afterimage in his place. His true form released a powerful pressure, and the air exploded.
The sword gleamed brightly. He lowered his head slightly and unleashed the sword's light, charging straight forward.
"What excellent swordsmanship! Truly a master and his disciple. The first move was the Flying Immortal Slash. Such talent is outstanding even among the geniuses of the Northern Region. Senior Sister Leng has taken on a fine disciple," Elder Youqifeng exclaimed in amazement.
Long Aotian's aura and oppressive presence far surpassed those of the ninth level of the Golden Core stage, and even rivaled those of the Nascent Soul stage.
"Very good. Swift as an eagle and fierce as a tiger, most people at the same level cannot withstand this attack."
The elder from Youzhu Peak, who had just returned from a mission, praised the young talent. He hadn't yet learned about the situation within the sect, but seeing such a promising young talent from his own lineage, he couldn't help but compliment him.
Although Long Aotian's image plummeted before the match, as long as he becomes a great power in the future, this dark history will naturally be erased and no one will mention it. It will slowly turn into dust with the passage of time.
Many elders joined in the praise, while the elders who were familiar with the conflicts between the Youzhu Peak members had strange expressions. Didn't they see that Leng Xingyue's face was so cold it was almost frozen?
Lin Fan sneered. Seeing that Long Aotian's attack was aimed at his heart, he didn't bother to defend himself and simply raised his hand to wield his ten-meter-long sword, aiming for the other's neck.
He had two defensive pieces of equipment that could withstand the fierce attacks of a Golden Core Realm expert. Even if Long Aotian could severely injure him, he could still win by cutting off the opponent's head.
Seeing this, Long Aotian hurriedly changed his moves, using his sword energy to defend. He dared not fight a life-for-life style, especially since Lin Fan seemed so confident. He was worried that there might be a trap, so he could only raise his sword to block.
A violent ten-meter sword aura descended, its domineering power causing Long Aotian's arm to go numb. He desperately circulated his spiritual energy to resist, but the sword was forced down to his shoulder.
His face changed drastically, he let out a muffled groan, staggered, and knelt on both knees.
Because her body was still in a sprinting state, she slid on her knees from ten meters away, driven by inertia, until she reached Lin Fan and stopped.
Long Aotian looked up and saw Lin Fan looking down at him. The two fell silent, as if they could hear crows cawing nearby.
The audience outside the arena was also dumbfounded, staring blankly at the situation inside. They saw Long Aotian kneeling in front of Lin Fan, both of them frozen in place, as if time had stood still, and there was no sound at all.
What happened? Why did they kneel down right from the start?
The elder who had just praised Long Aotian also looked very embarrassed, as if he were on fire.
They were also a little confused. Why did they make such a big fuss just now, just to kneel more smoothly?
Not to mention them, even the two main characters were completely bewildered.
"Oh, junior brother, there's no need for such a grand gesture, please rise!" Lin Fan shouted, his voice so loud it could be heard from miles away, as if afraid no one would hear him.
He 'enthusiastically' helped Long Aotian up, smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum, praising Long Aotian for his good manners and saying that he couldn't accept such praise, talking on and on like a chatterbox.
Pfft
Gongsun Yulong pursed her lips and smiled lightly, leaning back and laughing so hard that her stomach hurt.
The elders were all professionally trained; no matter how funny something was, they wouldn't laugh, their faces turning red as they tried their best to restrain themselves.
The disciples of the sect, however, did not have such strong self-control. Both men and women laughed so hard they were bent over, thinking that Long Aotian was very powerful. He had been praising him to the skies these past few days, calling him an unprecedented genius and the number one young person in the Northern Region.
That's it? Even a spirit dog would behave better than him...
Long Aotian abruptly slapped Lin Fan's hand away, took two steps back, his face ashen and his eyes filled with murderous intent.
His lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but his blood and qi flowed backward, causing him to spit out several mouthfuls of blood. His body trembled, and he braced himself against the sword with both hands, struggling to keep from falling. He had managed to inflict internal injuries from the anger.
"Getting angry is bad for your health, Junior Brother Long, please be careful," Lin Fan said with a smile.
Long Aoqi trembled with anger and let out a wild, furious roar.
His eyes were bloodshot, with visible blood vessels, as if he wanted to devour Lin Fan.
"Host, his mind was in disarray just now, which was a good opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Why didn't you make a move?" the system asked curiously.
Based on its understanding of Lin Fan, and knowing Lin Fan's nature, it would likely resort to a sneak attack.
“He’s already kneeling before me, with so many people watching. He should have considered the situation before launching a sneak attack,” Lin Fan said.
Just now, when Long Aotian knelt down, it was almost like he was recognizing his father. What kind of father would hit his son in front of him? He should give his son some face, and of course, he should take the opportunity to win over the Qingxiao Sect.
If you try to launch a surprise attack at other times, others will think it's normal, after all, it's a competition.
"You want to slowly torture his Dao heart, don't you? What a devil." The system revealed his thoughts; this guy was no good at all, full of evil intentions.
“You’re the devil, your whole family are the devils. You’ve ruined the world ninety-nine times. I’m doing just fine on Earth, and you insist on dragging me here to suffer,” Lin Fan retorted.
"That was done by Long Aotian, it has nothing to do with this system," the system argued.
"Practice makes perfect!"
Even if you tied a pig to the system, you'd eventually beat it after playing it 99 times.
The system was so angry it choked and remained silent.
Long Aotian forcibly suppressed the surging blood energy. He changed his strategy, first throwing out a bunch of explosive talismans to block the way.
Lin Fan chose to break through the weakest point in the explosion, and sure enough, a fierce sword aura slashed down, the sword light piercing through and shattering the space.
His arm trembled slightly as his body fell several feet. He was shocked by the terrifying physical strength of Long Aotian. He was indeed a good son of the Heavenly Dao, able to temper his physique to this extent in such a short time through the Evil Dragon Relic.
Long Aotian pressed his advantage, and both of them used the Immortal Slaying Sword Technique. Their speed was so fast that they unleashed hundreds of sword energies in the blink of an eye.
Invisible waves of energy surged from the arena; the residual force of the collision alone was stronger than any previous battle.
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