"Hah, how amusing."
Lin Fan sneered, "Are all those you can't defeat called demonic arts?"
The expressions of the crowd varied as they quietly withdrew from the hall.
One move had almost demolished the house; what would happen next, wouldn't the sky and earth be torn apart!
If they were caught in the crossfire, their lives would be forfeit!
"Yu Rou, let's go out too," Li Yu Sheng said, grabbing his sister's arm.
"Brother, it's fine, they can't hurt me." As she spoke, Li Yu Rou kept her eyes fixed on Lin Fan, curious as to why he was so powerful.
"Come with me, be good," Li Yu Sheng insisted, pulling his sister towards the exit.
"Brother, honestly, what are you afraid of?" Li Yu Rou tried to wrench her arm free with all her might, but Li Yu Sheng held on tightly, and she couldn't break free.
"Ah Yue, hurry up and leave," Zheng Xing Chao and Xie Wei hurried out. Zheng Xing Chao saw his daughter standing there blankly, not moving, and quickly said.
Zheng Yue was no longer the Fifth Miss of before.
Whether she was a Greedy Glutton or possessed dragon energy, there was no doubt she was now the most important person in the Zheng family.
"I'm not leaving," Zheng Yue shook her head like a rattle, stating resolutely, "If Lin Fan is defeated, I will surely die. Only if he wins can I be safe."
"You..." Zheng Xing Chao heard a different tone in his daughter's voice.
At this moment, the auras of Long Pu and Lin Fan were continuously rising. Lighter objects around them all floated up, clearly the calm before the storm.
"Meng Wang!" Zheng Xing Chao called back.
The next second, a figure in grey shot out from behind a colonnade like a phantom.
If Zheng Xing Chao hadn't spoken, almost no one would have noticed his presence.
Zheng Yue cast her gaze over. The man wore ordinary clothes, was tall and thin, and his muscles were taut and well-developed.
"Protect Fifth Miss as you would protect me," Zheng Xing Chao commanded.
"Yes!" Meng Wang understood that he was to protect Fifth Miss with his life.
On the other side, Long Pu's yellow robe and kasaya billowed as if inflated, making his body appear bloated and massive.
Only Lin Fan could see that the true qi within Long Pu, mixed with black mist, was rotating at an extremely high speed.
"No wonder you know about demonic arts; it turns out you are the one cultivating demonic arts," Lin Fan sneered.
Long Pu, his trump card seen through at a glance, couldn't help but feel nervous.
Victory or defeat, it had always been so.
Now, only by killing this brat could there be a chance to turn the tide.
"Wicked creature, this old monk will eliminate you, this demon, today!" Long Pu waved his long sleeves and charged at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan did not retreat, intending to face him head-on.
Bang, bang, bang!
A series of impact sounds rang out.
The two began to fight, using fists, palms, kicks, and feet without restraint.
Long Pu's moves were vicious, each strike aimed at vital points.
With the aid of the Purple Extreme Spirit Eyes, Lin Fan could often anticipate the enemy's moves and dodge their attacks in advance, forcing Long Pu to change his strategy mid-attack.
Their speed was astonishing, entangling them into a vortex of energy.
In less than half a minute, the entire house, from tables and chairs to bricks, tiles, and wooden beams, had all cracked and been destroyed, reduced to wreckage.
Meng Wang's eyes gleamed. While he was distracted by the peerless battle, he used his fists and feet to ward off flying debris.
"Meng Wang, who has the upper hand now?" Zheng Yue, lacking martial arts knowledge, could not clearly see the two figures entwined at lightning speed and could only ask her bodyguard.
"Fifth Miss, you make it difficult for me." Meng Wang smiled bitterly in his heart. These two masters were both peak powerhouses; the outcome could not be determined until the very end.
However, since his master had asked, he couldn't appear too inept.
"Fifth Miss, Master Long Pu's moves are fierce, and although Master Lin appears to be at a disadvantage, his defense is watertight. This subordinate cannot tell how he does it. It seems there is no danger of him losing for the time being," Meng Wang analyzed, biting the bullet.
Zheng Yue's heart was in her throat.
"Lin Fan, please don't be harmed. Your life and my life are already intertwined."
Zheng Yue had never been superstitious, but now she prayed to all the gods and Buddhas to protect Lin Fan.
Time ticked by.
It felt as long as a century.
Finally, Long Pu's face turned pale, and his attacks were no longer as sharp and ferocious as they had been at the start.
"Old monk, you're running out of stamina, aren't you?" Lin Fan said with an irritating smirk.
Long Pu's face was worse than if he had eaten shit. Ever since he discovered the underground scripture repository of Liming Temple and learned all sorts of profound arts, he had considered himself invincible.
He had never expected to fight a young man and not gain any advantage.
"Rebellious!" Meng Wang suddenly exclaimed.
Zheng Yue's heart was pounding. "What's rebellious? Don't scare me!"
"Master Lin has the advantage," Meng Wang slapped his thigh. "I should have seen it from the beginning. Master Lin is no ordinary person; he is neither hasty nor impatient, and has been conserving his strength."
Zheng Yue clenched her small fist and smiled with joy, "Lin Fan is going to win, isn't he?"
"That's hard to say," Meng Wang shook his head.
Long Pu had been famous for many years, skilled in both martial arts and sorcery; he would not be defeated so easily.
"Look, they're fighting again."
Everyone's gaze was fixed on Lin Fan and Long Pu.
Lin Fan moved like lightning, as if he had three heads and six arms, his punches and kicks raining down like a storm, fiercely attacking Long Pu's body from all sides.
Long Pu had no chance to fight back, and his inflated robe quickly deflated.
"Go, Lin Fan!" Zheng Yue's beautiful eyes sparkled as she shouted encouragement.
Meng Wang found it amusing; how could the outcome of such a battle between supreme experts be changed by cheers?
"Ah!" A scream suddenly echoed.
Zheng Yue's heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
It was only when she saw Long Pu spitting blood and falling to the ground that she let out a sigh of relief.
Lin Fan seized the opportunity and punched Long Pu in the chest.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he caused the blood Long Pu spat out to gather into a ball, floating in mid-air, not touching the ground.
"Miss Zheng, find something to catch this. We'll do a paternity test for the old monk." Lin Fan waved his hand again, and the blood mass flew towards Zheng Yue.
Zheng Yue was startled, then picked up a mineral water bottle from the ground to catch it.
Splash!
The blood ball turned into a thin stream and flowed into the empty bottle.
True qi projection!
"Could Master Lin be a Heaven-tier martial artist?"
Meng Wang's eyes and heart were filled with shock.
Moving objects from dozens of meters away, this was something only a Heaven-tier martial artist could do. But how had he cultivated to such a realm at such a young age?
A prodigy?
Martial artists were generally divided into four realms: Heaven, Earth, Black, Yellow.
However, Heaven-tier martial artists were not the strongest; above them were Martial Dao Grandmasters, Near-divine beings...
Despite that, becoming a Heaven-tier martial artist was already an incredible feat.
Many people had spent their entire lives cultivating without even reaching the threshold of Heaven-tier.
Learning that such a young man was a Heaven-tier martial artist, how could Meng Wang not be shocked?
"Hiss..."
Everyone gasped.
"Meng Wang, you're not joking, are you? Master Lin is a Heaven-tier martial artist?"
"Yes, he's at most in his twenties. Is it possible for him to have cultivated to such a realm?"
The shock of the crowd was no less than Meng Wang's.
"I don't know, let's wait and see." Meng Wang shook his head slightly, his gaze constantly fixed on Lin Fan.