伊人久久伊人

Chapter 85 - Fierce Battle

“Little bastard, I never imagined you would have the audacity to come to my doorstep uninvited!”

Wang Tengfei glared at Chen Fan with intense hostility. If looks could kill, Chen Fan would have perished a thousand times over from his gaze.

“Pleased to see me?”

Chen Fan slowly approached with a smile. “Wang Tengfei, fate has a funny way of bringing enemies together. To think you would be the first human I would meet in this vast land—what a coincidence.”

“Now, I’ll give you a choice. Hand me the mountain ginseng in your hands, and I will give you about thirty minutes to run away. How about it?” Chen Fan said, still smiling

“You’re looking to die!” one of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples exclaimed angrily.

“Damn you!” added the other disciple.

Chen Fan\'s confident tone and audacious threat infuriated the two disciples. Despite being only at the peak stage of the seventh level, he spoke as if he were certain of victory, humiliating them.

“Chen Fan, you chose to forgo the path to heaven and have come knocking on the gates of hell. That suits me just fine. After becoming a Qi Grandmaster, I wanted to humiliate and kill you. However, it seems my dreams will come to fruition sooner!”

Wang Tengfei said ferociously, his tone filled with killing intent.

The two disciples from the Floating Cloud Sword Sect swiftly closed in on Chen Fan, creating a strategic encirclement.

At Wang Tengfei\'s command, they would unleash a joint assault on Chen Fan, intending to inflict a painful and humiliating death upon him.

“Kill me? Do you even possess the strength for it? Did you forget our last fight? I made you eat dirt!” Chen Fan ignored the two other disciples, focusing solely on Wang Tengfei.

The “eat dirt” comment stirred something within Wang Tengfei; his aura pulsated with intensity.

The memory of losing to Chen Fan before he could even use his weapon haunted him as the most degrading experience.

“Little bastard, don\'t think I\'m the same as I was over a month ago. Consuming this mountain ginseng will make me a Qi Grandmaster!”

“Moreover, I am accompanied by two senior disciples at the eighth level. Did you honestly expect a one-on-one confrontation? What a ludicrous notion,” Wang Tengfei said grimly.

“Do you really think those idiots by your side can do anything? Even if you had two more, it would be futile!” Chen Fan retorted arrogantly, his aura surging and dominating the surroundings. "Wang Tengfei, today I\'ll claim both the mountain ginseng and your life. Prepare to meet your end!"

Chen Fan swiftly lunged forward, unleashing a thunderous sword light and seemingly cleaving Wang Tengfei in half. However, it was merely an afterimage.

“Die!”

A furious shout echoed from another direction, and Wang Tengfei materialized.

A radiant light akin to the sun emanated from his hand. Numerous streaks of sword qi materialized, converging to form the Great Sun Universe Divine Sword.

In every direction, the celestial sword wove a realm of blades, a cosmos of swords, covering an area of a thousand steps.

“Little bastard, today you\'ll learn that my power far surpasses what it was a month ago. After killing you, I\'ll hunt down your clan, and your kin will suffer because of you.”

Wang Tengfei laid down a sword formation, controlling it with his voice.

Sound waves came humming from his nose, harmonizing with the sword qi to carve through the void, manifesting a sword grave that embodied the essence of the blade.

“Great Sun Universe, Paragon of Time Immemorial.”

Swish!

Hundreds, if not thousands, streaks of sword qi swept out majestically, swiping directly at Chen Fan.

The other two also launched their attacks at Chen Fan simultaneously. Swords clashed, unleashing sword qi that cleaved through the balance of yin and yang.

“Hundred Mountain Splitting Heavy Sword!”

One of the two disciples, a lanky youth at the late stage of the eighth level, shouted angrily.

Brandishing a broadsword as wide as a door, he repeatedly slashed with both hands, conjuring densely packed sword shadows that assailed Chen Fan from all directions.

“River of Fluttering Sleeves, Sleeves Universe Sword!”

The other disciple was a short and fat youth in the middle stage of the eighth level. His wide sleeves produced an endless stream of sword qi, resembling a river washing the starry sky.

The three disciples synchronized their attacks in a triangular formation. Even if Chen Fan could defend against one direction, he couldn’t fend off the other two.

However, Chen Fan laughed out loud. Surprisingly, he charged toward the two disciples, immersing himself in their sword qi onslaught. Simultaneously, primeval qi spewed out from his back, turning into two heads and four arms.

“Undefeated King’s Fist, break it!”

Chen Fan had already practiced this quasi-profound tier martial art to major mastery, so he could create two heads and four arms.

A powerful gust accompanied his punch, violently distorting the space. Endless explosions reverberated as Chen Fan neutralized the two disciples’ attack easily.

“Thunderclap Sword, slash!”

Chen Fan became a blur, simultaneously appearing in front of the two disciples. Killing Sword cut down with the momentum of a lightning bolt, triggering a series of explosive bursts.

Swish, swish!

The two men looked horrified and quickly tried to counterattack.

However, Chen Fan dealt with their attacks with a single slash.

They would have been cleaved in half if they hadn\'t retreated quickly enough. They narrowly escaped death.

Suddenly, Wang Tengfei\'s attack closed in from behind Chen Fan.

Chen Fan leaped into the air, evading the imminent threat. Like an eagle swooping down, he descended upon Wang Tengfei.

For an instant, Wang Tengfei felt as if his life was hanging in the balance.

Chen Fan\'s intent was clear—he had come to claim Wang Tengfei\'s life. The notion was both unsettling and terrifying, especially for a genius at the peak stage of the eighth level. It symbolized his mind and will being overpowered.

“Damn it!”

Wang Tengfei roared, activating the Great Sun Universe Sword again.

“Sword Shakes the World, Devouring True Essence.”

Primeval qi materialized into a ring of swords, resembling a blazing sun that bathed the dense forest in an intense glow. The nearby trees caught fire, burning vigorously, and even the ground beneath felt the heat.

The sword qi, taking on the shape of a fan, swirled toward Chen Fan, creating a fierce wind imbued with razor-sharp edges that enveloped the entire space.

“Myriad Elephants Divine Art, Unparalleled God’s Strength, suppress and crush it!”

Chen Fan faced the oncoming onslaught without fear.

Suspended mid-air, ancient wild elephant silhouettes manifested behind him.

He puffed up as qi surged through his tendons and bones, emanating a potent, oppressive aura.

He unleashed a barrage of punches, striking over a hundred times. The shadows of his fists accumulated to form a mountain.

The fan was shattered by the terrifying fists, disintegrating into nothingness.