“You…” Fan Zhibao’s eyes widened.
He looked as if he had seen a ghost.
Qin Chuan played it down and said, “Don’t be so surprised. This is only the beginning. There will be more things that exceed your expectations coming up.”
Fan Zhibao came back to his senses and quickly adjusted his state of mind. He calmed down immediately.
After all, he was also considered a genius. Without a strong mental state, it would be very difficult to cultivate to the Immortal realm.
Fan Zhibao no longer looked down on Qin Chuan. Instead, he regarded him as a worthy opponent.
“I underestimated you earlier. Don’t be smug. Sooner or later, you’ll die in my hands,” said Fan Zhibao coldly.
Qin Chuan casually replied, “I’m looking forward to it!”
After their conversation, Fan Zhibao switched swords.
Judging from the sharpness of the sword, this new sword was definitely a good one.
The spectators also came back to their senses.
Although they were stunned by Qin Chuan’s performance earlier,
Fan Zhibao was a person who had reached the Immortal realm, after all.
Anyone below the Immortal realm was a nobody unless Qin Chuan had the ability to kill Immortals.
And those who possessed this ability were all top geniuses, existences that were rare to come by.
In the Luo Ding Sect, the disciples who participated in the Demon race’s challenge were those with the ability to kill Immortals.
Those disciples were all top geniuses of the Luo Ding Sect.
They didn’t think that Qin Chuan had the combat ability of a top genius.
Soon, the battle began again.
Fan Zhibao had a serious look on his face as his aura erupted, displaying the suppression that a Heavenly Immortal should have.
Faced with this pressure, Qin Chuan was very calm. It didn’t affect him at all.
“You like to use swords, don’t you? Then I’ll use swords too. Let’s see if your sword is faster or if my sword is sharper.”
As he spoke, Qin Chuan used his dharmic powers to condense a long sword.
This sword was entirely black and indescribably strange.
Fan Zhibao was furious.
One had to know that he used a supreme-grade treasure sword forged from various rare materials, but Qin Chuan was using a sword condensed from dharmic powers.
This meant that Qin Chuan was not taking him seriously at all.
Fan Zhibao was furious.
“You will pay for your arrogance.”
Fan Zhibao raised his longsword and released several streaks of sword energy at Qin Chuan. At the same time, he charged forward with his sword.
The streaks of sword energy were like a net that instantly sealed off all of Qin Chuan’s escape routes.
No matter how profound his movement technique was, he wouldn’t have any space to use it.
In the blink of an eye, Fan Zhibao was right in front of him. The sword energies began to converge.
Faced with this sure-kill situation, Qin Chuan was calm. With a swing of his arm, his dharmic power sword shot out an arc of pitch-black sword energy.
Fan Zhibao’s eyes narrowed. He could sense extreme danger from this curved sword beam.
“I… can’t take this sword energy!”
Without any hesitation, Fan Zhibao turned around and brushed past the curved sword energy.
Although he did not come into contact with it, the layer of clothes on his shoulder had turned into pieces. If he had not worn inner armor, he might have been injured.
“So sharp. How did he do that?” Fan Zhibao felt unprecedented pressure.
Since Fan Zhibao did not receive the curved sword beam, there was an additional path in front of Qin Chuan.
Qin Chuan used his agile movements to appear on the other side.
The swords that surrounded him missed each other and collided, producing a huge shockwave.
The spectators were dumbfounded again.
They had not expected Qin Chuan to use such a method to neutralize Fan Zhibao’s fatal attack.
“Why didn’t Senior Brother Fan receive the black sword energy earlier!?
“If he did, Zhu Xiaoming won’t be able to escape either,” someone said, puzzled.
“That’s right! I don’t understand either. Did Senior Brother Fan deliberately go easy on him?”
“That’s the only explanation.” These people were all Fan Zhibao’s fanatical fans.
However, some people still spotted some dubious points, but they did not say it out loud, afraid that they would be rebuked by these brainless fanatics.
On the Arena of Life and Death, the battle was still ongoing.
Fan Zhibao’s expression was no longer as calm as before. In his heart, he was a little fearful of Qin Chuan.
If he had been lucky in the beginning, it was definitely not luck now. Instead, it was because his strength was just this terrifying.
“F*ck! I met a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
Fan Zhibao was immediately enlightened.
Recalling the few times he had interacted with Qin Chuan, he was certain that it was all an act.
“With such strength, it’s no wonder you are fearless. You are truly sinister and cunning.
“But if you want to step on me to advance, I won’t let you have your way no matter what. ”
Fan Zhibao made up his mind and released the Metal Soul.
At such a moment, he could put his pride aside for now. If he did not go all out, his reputation would really be ruined.
After the release of the Metal Soul, Fan Zhibao’s physical appearance changed drastically.
It was as if his entire body was plated in gold. His skin, hair, pupils, and everything else had turned golden.
The spectating disciples were surprised by his liberation of the Metal Soul.
He was in the Heaven Immortal realm, while Zhu Xiaoming was only in the fifth class of the Mahayana realm, not even at the peak.
Releasing the Metal Soul to deal with someone whose level was so much lower was rather exaggerated.
This was also Qin Chuan’s first time witnessing the liberation of the Metal Soul. It was quite luxurious, snd gold was everywhere.
After the release of the Metal, Fan Zhibao’s combat power rose, and he regained his confidence.
He immediately began to attack again.
Now that his combat strength had doubled, be it the might of his sword moves or the speed of his movement techniques, they had increased substantially.
Qin Chuan was still not worried. He was still playing along with Fan Zhibao.
After all, he had been reading for the past few days. It had been dull and boring.
Now was a good time to exercise and improve his mood.
Qin Chuan and Fan Zhibao clashed.
Both of them slashed with their swords.
From the moves of the sword, Fan Zhibao was undoubtedly much better than Qin Chuan.
His moves were agile and varied, and his sword strikes were extremely fast.
With the liberation state of the Metal Soul, Fan Zhibao’s attributes had increased. He felt the scales of victory tipping towards his side.
Qin Chuan also retreated as he fought, giving Fan Zhibao endless fantasies.
Most of the time, when he felt that he could succeed and cause some effective damage, Qin Chuan could cleverly neutralize them.
Just like that, the two sides exchanged thousands of blows.
If any of the disciples present had rich combat experience, they would definitely be able to tell that Fan Zhibao was being completely led by Qin Chuan and was completely at his mercy—where Qin Chuan would show him some hope but eventual failure.
It was extremely uncomfortable.
As they fought, Fan Zhibao seemed to have discovered a problem.
He paused his attacks and stared at Qin Chuan with hatred. He wanted to say something but swallowed his words.
After all, he was the one with the higher realm. If he couldn’t win, it would be a problem with his strength. There was nothing sinister about it.
After watching for a long time, the view of the spectators changed.
Some people felt their faces burning in pain.
Previously, they were still discussing how Zhu Xiaoming was overestimating himself and would get killed instantly. None of that happened.
On the contrary, Fan Zhibao was beaten back terribly.
It should be the other way around.
However, Fan Zhibao’s fan base was still quite big, and they were very supportive. Even though he was in such a state, they still cheered him on, believing that he would still win.
“Dear Senior Brother Fan, why did you stop? You might just win if you continue fighting!”
There was a hidden meaning in Qin Chuan’s words, as though he was mocking him.
Fan Zhibao, on the other hand, was filled with anger and felt aggrieved.
I’m a Heaven Immortal, so why is it so tiring to deal with a piece of Mahayana trash?
He didn’t know what the problem was. He had clearly given it his all.
