An Lan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, constantly encouraging herself in her mind.
She knew perfectly well that she absolutely could not lose this challenge, as it was not only about her own honor, but also about the dignity of her motherland.
Meanwhile, Ling Yue on the other side was also facing a severe challenge.
His opponent was Aleph from the White Bear Kingdom, a tall man who exuded a cold and cruel aura, like an iceberg that had never melted for a thousand years.
Aleif was almost the same height as Ling Yue, but he was much more robust, with bulging muscles on his arms that looked like they were made of steel, exuding a powerful aura.
He held a thick stick in his hand, covered with sharp spikes, which looked particularly ferocious and terrifying in the icy and snowy landscape.
Ling Yue gripped his prepared weapon tightly—a homemade bone blade.
This bone blade is the culmination of his painstaking efforts, meticulously crafted during his long years of survival in the wilderness.
Although it looks simple and rough, lacking the gleaming cold light of those sharp weapons, it is incredibly sharp, and every mark of polishing embodies Ling Yue's wisdom and will to survive.
His gaze was firm as iron, without the slightest fear, fixed on Arief, as if telling him: Bring it on, I will not back down an inch.
Aleph scoffed at the seemingly crude bone blade in Ling Yue's hand, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "You think you can beat me with this piece of junk? You're dreaming!"
Ling Yue did not respond, but simply squatted down slightly, his legs firmly planted like tree roots in the snow, assuming a fighting stance.
He knew in his heart that in this life-or-death struggle, when life hung by a thread, no amount of words would be of any use; only the weapon in his hand and his unwavering will were the key to victory or defeat.
...
At this moment, Yamamoto, who had gotten up, looked up at Lu Fan with great confidence, and then froze on the spot as if he had been frozen in place.
What a scene that was!
The terrified and panicked expression he had imagined for Lu Fan did not materialize as he had hoped.
What came into his view was Lu Fan standing there, his smile almost overflowing.
That smile held an irrepressible excitement and exhilaration, as if the battle before them was not a life-or-death struggle, but a long-awaited celebration.
"What's going on? Shouldn't he be trembling with fear?"
Yamamoto was filled with doubt and disbelief. He couldn't understand why Lu Fan was so calm, even excited.
Then, Lu Fan spoke with a smile. His voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a power that could penetrate the wind and snow, and each word clearly entered Yamamoto's ears.
"I was worried that killing you so easily would be pointless, but now... I'm going to make you kneel at my feet again, and this time, you won't have a chance to stand up again!"
With that, Lu Fan raised his broadsword high, its blade gleaming coldly in the wind and snow—a harbinger of death, a heart-stopping duel about to erupt.
Yamamoto was the first to attack. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and the ice block in his hand flew towards Lu Fan at a tricky angle, accompanied by a whooshing sound.
"Chinese people, I will make you feel defeat once again!!"
Thanks to years of ninjutsu training, his attack speed was as fast as lightning, and every throw was incredibly accurate, as if he could predict Lu Fan's every move.
"Try me out!"
Yamamoto shouted, and the spiked ice blocks, like a dense barrage of bullets, instantly blocked all of Lu Fan's escape routes.
In his eyes, Lu Fan was like a turtle in a jar, with no way to escape.
Lu Fan smiled calmly, his movements as agile as a ghost, darting and weaving among the flying ice blocks.
【left】
【To the right】
...
Each dodge was perfectly timed; the ice cubes grazed his clothes, bringing a chill.
"He has some skill, but that's about it."
As Lu Fan dodged, a defiant smile crept onto his lips. "You think you can beat me with this?"
Upon hearing this, Yamamoto scoffed and said, "Overestimating yourself. You'll be begging for mercy soon enough."
His footwork shifted, and he constantly changed the rhythm of throwing the ice blocks in his hand, sometimes firing rapidly in quick succession, sometimes charging up and throwing them fiercely, trying to disrupt Lu Fan's rhythm.
His body was like a sophisticated fighting machine, every movement fluid, natural, and full of power.
He turned to the side, and the ice block in his hand shot out at a near-horizontal angle, aiming directly at Lu Fan's leg.
If this attack hits, Lu Fan will lose his ability to move.
Lu Fan remained calm and composed. He leaped high into the air and performed a beautiful somersault, easily dodging the fatal blow.
After landing, he quickly adjusted his posture, his gaze fixed on Yamamoto.
"Is this your ninjutsu? It's not even as good as my grandma's."
Enraged, Yamamoto's facial muscles contorted with fury as he roared and rained down ice blocks at Lu Fan.
Lu Fan, however, was not afraid at all. His body seemed to be endowed with agile rhythm, dodging left and right amidst the dense attacks of ice blocks.
Gradually, Yamamoto went from being confident and smug to having a furrowed brow and a hint of panic in his eyes.
As time went on, his movements became hurried and disordered, and his breathing became increasingly heavy.
"Don't hide if you're so tough!"
Yamamoto was panting heavily as he shouted wildly, throwing ice cubes around recklessly.
Lu Fan, however, treated Yamamoto like a frustrated puppy, continuing to tease him.
He would sometimes dodge to the left, sometimes to the right, and deliberately make exaggerated dodging movements in front of Yamamoto, causing Yamamoto's attacks to become even more chaotic.
Finally, Yamamoto completely broke down.
He let out a desperate roar and threw the remaining ice blocks in his hand at Lu Fan.
Then, disregarding everything, he rushed towards Lu Fan, still clutching a sharp piece of ice in his hand, attempting to fight Lu Fan to the death.
Did you just call me a Chinese person?
Anger flashed in Lu Fan's eyes, and all the muscles in his body began to gather strength.
As Yamamoto charged toward him, Lu Fan suddenly exerted his strength, like a cannonball that had been ready for a long time, leaping high into the air and drawing a sharp arc in the air before kicking Yamamoto's chin hard.
This kick was incredibly powerful, carrying Lu Fan's full strength and unwavering determination to win.
Yamamoto had no time to dodge and was hit directly by the kick, sending him flying like a kite with a broken string.
He tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the snow, kicking up a cloud of snowflakes.
Yamamoto lay on the ground, unable to move, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
But before he could catch his breath, Lu Fan rushed up again.
Then came another powerful kick to his head.
Yamamoto flew out like a tattered sack.
Then came the third kick, and the fourth kick.
Yamamoto was kicked around by Lu Fan and had no chance to land at all.
Yamamoto's eyes were filled with fear and despair, and his previous arrogance vanished without a trace.
He felt as if all the bones in his body had been broken, and his whole body was filled with excruciating pain.
"I'm asking you, did you just call me a Chinese person?"
Lu Fan walked towards Yamamoto step by step, each step making a "crunching" sound on the snow, as if it were a countdown to death.
"You're asking for death!"
Yamamoto struggled to lift his head, watching Lu Fan approach step by step. He tried to get up, but found that all the bones in his body felt like they were falling apart, and he couldn't muster any strength.
"You... are you a human or a ghost..." Yamamoto said in a trembling voice.
"I'm the one who'll send you to hell," Lu Fan said coldly, raising his broadsword high, its blade gleaming coldly in the wind and snow.
At this moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent, with only the wind whistling in our ears. A thrilling battle was about to come to an end.
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