Xu Siyang's gaze widened in surprise. Clearly, he didn't expect his opponent's physique to be so formidable.
He was even able to disregard his own offense!
"Boom!"
Sun He moved swiftly, raising his fist and slamming it into Qingyun Leopard's face.
At the same time, Qingyun Leopard's claws heavily struck Sun He's chest.
With a dull thud, Sun He stumbled back a few steps. He lowered his head and glanced at his slightly caved-in chest. His expression hardened. "You're somewhat capable, but unfortunately, my punch isn't something you can endure!"
"Nonsense. Xiaoqing, keep going!"
Xu Siyang sneered. He urged the Qingyun Leopard with his mind, hoping it would continue attacking.
However, the Qingyun Leopard suddenly let out a mournful cry and collapsed to the ground.
"This punch contains hidden force!"
Yan Lin couldn't help but be taken aback at this sight.
Force could be divided into concealed and overt force. Concealed force was usually hidden within overt force. Once it penetrated the body, it would suddenly explode, causing unbearable agony.
Xu Siyang's pupils constricted, and he involuntarily clenched his fists.
Xiaoqing had lost its ability to continue fighting!
The opponent's punch harbored concealed force and was incredibly ruthless.
"Crimson Fire Lotus!"
Xu Siyang was enraged. He leapt down from Qingyun Leopard's back, cast a spell with one hand, and gathered flames in his other. The scorching heat washed over him as he aimed a powerful blow at Sun He!
"Competing strength with me is absurd."
Sun He was brimming with pride as he unhesitatingly struck another blow at Xu Siyang.
"Crack!"
A bone-snapping sound reverberated.
Xu Siyang contorted in pain and was sent flying dozens of steps backward.
When he tried to summon his spiritual energy and strike again, he discovered excruciating pain in his entire arm.
His bones were completely shattered.
"Too weak!"
Sun He withdrew his hand, shook his head slightly, and uttered, "You're the inner disciple of the Crimson Fire Sect, but I believe the title of number one sect in the Five Kingdoms should fall to our Wind Sword Sect!"
"Shut up!"
Xu Siyang was furious and wanted to retaliate.
"Enough."
Yan Lin frowned.
Xu Siyang had already been defeated. If he persisted, he would only invite ridicule.
"Junior Brother Sun, it's my turn."
Another young man emerged from behind Sun He.
A sharp glint flashed across his brow, and his pupils were as piercing as blades.
Compared to Sun He, this young man exuded an even more formidable aura!
"Senior Brother Huo, please!"
Sun He grinned and quickly stood aside.
Huo Fan was one of the Wind Sword Sect's newly accepted inner disciples.
He was even more renowned than Sun He!
This was because Huo Fan was an extremely rare sword practitioner.
Among warriors, sword practitioners possessed the most potent offensive power.
Moreover, Feng Bumie, the Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect, was also a sword practitioner, so Huo Fan was immediately accepted as a disciple upon entering the inner sect!
"Swish!"
Huo Fan raised his enchanted sword and calmly announced, "Huo Fan, a seventh-level Earth Spirit Realm sword practitioner. Please enlighten me."
Anyone who aspired to become a sword practitioner must comprehend the essence of the sword.
Sword practitioners possessed formidable offensive power, and Huo Fan clearly had a higher status and reputation than Sun He!
Yan Lin gritted his teeth slightly, his expression turning grim.
Of course, there were many capable fighters among the inner disciples of the Crimson Fire Sect, and his senior brothers were all quite skilled.
However, most of them were currently in seclusion.
He had sent a message for reinforcements, but he couldn't predict how many would respond in time.
In desperation, Yan Lin could only dispatch a message to one disciple, "Quickly, summon the senior disciples from the inner sect!"
The disciple nodded and promptly raced back to the sect.
"If no one dares to challenge me, I shall await your response for the time it takes an incense stick to burn."
Huo Fan swept his gaze across the crowd, his expression determined.
"Huo Fan, come on, let me experience your skill!"
At this moment, another inner disciple stepped forward. His eyes were cold, and his aura was equally impressive.
"Senior Brother Zhang!"
"I heard that Senior Brother Zhang has been in seclusion since his loss to Chen Lingfeng at the Dragon Gate Conference. I wonder if he has made any progress."
"Senior Brother Zhang may not be a match for Chen Lingfeng, but dealing with Huo Fan should be easy!"
A group of disciples began to whisper.
Senior Brother Zhang's name was Zhang Wei. Some time ago, he had attended the Dragon Gate Conference alongside Su Yuwei and Zhao Peng.
He had faced Chen Lingfeng and lost miserably!
Zhang Wei was always ranked around fifth among the inner disciples.
His presence to confront Huo Fan instilled some confidence in them.
Upon seeing Zhang Wei, Yan Lin's countenance improved slightly.
Zhang Wei had suffered a humiliating defeat at the Dragon Gate Conference. After returning, he had worked diligently and made significant progress!
"I remember you. You fought against Senior Brother Chen at the Dragon Gate Conference and were defeated in a single move."
Huo Fan's gaze turned cold. "I wish to challenge the true genius of the Crimson Fire Sect, not a mediocrity like yourself! Isn't there anyone more capable who can come forth and battle me?"
"Arrogant!"
Zhang Wei bellowed and summoned his spirit beast.
His spirit beast was a sixth-order Golden-scaled Python, as thick as an arm, coiled around his forearm.
"Come!"
Huo Fan brandished his enchanted sword, and a razor-sharp sword beam erupted forth.
Many Crimson Fire Sect disciples gasped at this sight!
This was a sword practitioner!
Among warriors, sword practitioners possessed the most potent offensive power!
Could Senior Brother Zhang withstand such a fierce sword attack?
"Watch me defeat you!"
Zhang Wei was typically arrogant. After his defeat to Chen Lingfeng at the Dragon Gate Conference, he had realized his shortcomings. Upon returning to the sect, he had entered seclusion, determined to improve himself as much as possible.
In the future, when he faced Chen Lingfeng again, he would avenge his disgrace.
Huo Fan was not Chen Lingfeng, but he was suitable as a sparring partner.
"Boom!"
Zhang Wei threw a punch, and the Golden-scaled Python coiled around his arm instantly lunged with blinding speed.
This was his signature fighting style!
When engaging in close combat, he would have the Golden-scaled Python wrap around his arm.
This way, as long as his opponent made a slight mistake, they would be bitten!
Being bitten by a Golden-scaled Python was no trivial matter.
Even a minor scratch would cause its venom to spread throughout the body in an instant!
"Child's play!"
Huo Fan couldn't help but sneer. His movements were ethereal, and he danced about with mysterious steps, instantly creating two illusions.
He thrust the enchanted sword in his hand forward. It was incredibly sharp and aimed at a treacherous angle!
The two illusions performed the same maneuver.
Three figures, three swords, three attacks!
Zhang Wei's pupils shrank slightly. He couldn't discern which figure was the real one amidst such an offensive!
At this crucial moment, he was helpless. He could only grit his teeth and gamble on one of the figures. His fists were as swift as lightning as he unleashed a powerful blow!
The Golden-scaled Python lunged forward!
Missed!
It was just an illusion!
"How foolish."
Behind him, Huo Fan's faint sigh echoed.
Moments later, the sword flashed, and blood splattered!