Top-tier Unruly Master

At this moment, Lianzi, Liu Yan, and others looked at the duel life-and-death agreement with astonishment.

Ding Fan is going to duel with Meng Haotian, the captain of the outer sect disciples. Is this a mistake? Is Ding Fan seeking death?

It should be known that the captain of the outer sect disciples is not to be trifled with, not someone a regular cultivator can compare to. Although they know Ding Fan's strength is indeed unfathomable, it surely can't compare to the captain's, can it?

Lianzi and Liu Yan could guess that this couldn't be a simple duel. Clearly, how could a captain like Meng Haotian of a sect spar with a new disciple from the outer sect? And seeing Meng Zihao's smug face, Lianzi obviously guessed something.

It must be Meng Zihao causing trouble for Ding Fan again. After all, the relationship between Meng Zihao and Meng Haotian within the sect is a well-known secret; hardly anyone doesn't know it.

At this moment, Lianzi looked at Ding Fan, then said with concern:

"Ding Fan, don't be impulsive. Meng Haotian is not that easy to deal with!"

Hearing Lianzi's words, Ding Fan gave a faint smile and said nothing. For Ding Fan, even if the opponent didn't come looking for him, he would have to settle the score with him regardless.

At this moment, seeing this scene, Wang Hu also looked tense, not expecting Brother Ding Fan to have signed that life-and-death duel agreement. Knowing that once it's signed, even if killed by the opponent, the sect would say nothing and certainly wouldn't uphold any justice.

It's as if dying for nothing!

Wang Hu wanted to persuade Ding Fan, but it was already too late; the two had already signed.

At this moment, Meng Haotian looked at Ding Fan with a sinister, mocking expression, then walked slowly to Ding Fan, saying:

"Let's start now. Don't waste any more time; regret won't help you now!"

After speaking, Meng Haotian released all the True Qi within his body, and the faint True Qi fluctuation around him revealed he was a late Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Seeing this, Wang Hu was startled, becoming extremely tense.

To know the opponent is at the late Nascent Soul stage, this is a bit too defying of the heavens!

At the same time, Wang Hu was extremely worried about Ding Fan. With such formidable strength from the opponent, did Brother really have a chance to win? Not to mention winning, can he even survive from the opponent's hands?

Wang Hu clearly knew in his heart that facing Meng Haotian himself would be akin to seeking death.

Although he clearly knew his brother's strength was impressive, with immensely profound cultivation, the opponent being at the late Nascent Soul stage meant a cultivation higher than that would be the Emergence stage cultivator. Although his brother was undoubtedly talented, he's still very young; how could he be an Emergence stage cultivator?

On the side, when Lianzi and others saw this scene, they couldn't help but be extremely worried about Ding Fan. Knowing the opponent is a late Nascent Soul stage cultivator, the strength is just too powerful!

At the same time, Lianzi was resentful of Meng Zihao and Meng Haotian, wondering what Ding Fan had done wrong to be constantly targeted and why they couldn't spare Ding Fan?

She had already made up her mind. If anything happens to Ding Fan this time, she would wait for that plump elder to return and report Meng Haotian and Meng Zihao.

Lianzi knew that the plump elder had a very favorable impression of Ding Fan, but since hosting the disciple assessment, the elder had been away. Otherwise, she believed the elder wouldn't just watch Ding Fan be bullied and do nothing.

Meanwhile, on Meng Haotian's side, some white-robed disciples became extremely excited seeing Meng Haotian had already released True Qi.

Even now, looking at Ding Fan, they viewed him no different from a corpse.

Ding Fan is doomed!

When Meng Zihao saw the moment his cousin displayed his cultivation, he couldn't help but feel proud, thinking about Ding Fan getting beaten severely, feeling relieved but also a bit pained.

In the past few days, after being thoroughly beaten by Ding Fan, he vowed to kill the opponent no matter the cost. He took out a family heirloom Spirit Ginseng Fruit, a treasure of incalculable worth that was extremely rare, treasured by his family.

The longer such a Spirit Ginseng Fruit is stored, the better its effect. Meng Zihao, gritting his teeth, took out a Spirit Ginseng Fruit preserved for nearly a hundred years and told Meng Haotian that as long as he killed Ding Fan for him, he would give the Spirit Ginseng Fruit to him.

It should be known that this was a Spirit Ginseng Fruit of a hundred years, one that could match a thousand Foundation Building Pills. Absolutely an invaluable treasure.

Seeing Meng Zihao had taken out the family Spirit Ginseng Fruit, Meng Haotian was greatly moved and finally agreed to find a time to personally avenge him and kill Ding Fan.

It was due to this decisive relationship that Meng Haotian ultimately decided to kill the highly disliked Ding Fan.

At this moment, Meng Haotian turned around and looked at Meng Zihao, with eyes seemingly reminding him not to forget the promise.

Seeing Meng Haotian's glance, Meng Zihao instantly understood his meaning and then nodded heavily.

At this moment, Meng Zihao looked at Ding Fan, his eyes already filled with frantic anger. He could hardly wait to go up and beat him violently.

Of course, he knew the timing wasn't right yet, but there would be plenty of time later to avenge his humiliation.

A Spirit Ginseng Fruit should be enough to buy your life, shouldn't it?

Meng Zihao smiled grimly, looking at Ding Fan.

At this moment, Ding Fan saw that the True Qi released by the opponent was at the Late Nascent Soul Stage, and he felt a bit shocked.

However, Ding Fan felt more excitement in his heart at this moment, having such a strong cultivator as an opponent was something he had long looked forward to.

Although this was a life-and-death duel with no hint of a contest, Ding Fan treated it as an important real combat training. He was very clear that for a cultivator, the most important thing was strength, and real strength is often forged through trials like these life-and-death situations.

An opponent like this was not something Ding Fan would casually encounter, having such an equally matched strength as an opponent was definitely a very satisfying thing!

Immediately, Ding Fan also slowly released his True Qi, showing cultivation at the Late Nascent Soul Stage.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hu was stunned!

What?

Big Brother is also at the Late Nascent Soul Stage?

This is unbelievable!

For a moment, Wang Hu seemed to think his brain was not enough. He didn't expect Big Brother to also be at the Late Nascent Soul Stage, but even so, it still seemed not enough.

Although Wang Hu was a bit straightforward, he was not stupid. Although Big Brother and the opponent's cultivation were roughly the same, the opponent was clearly much older than Big Brother, so their experience in various aspects was absolutely different.

Just like if two people used the same technique, one practiced for one year, and the other for ten years, how could their levels be the same?

Lianzi and the others were also very shocked to see Ding Fan release his True Qi, but the worry on their faces did not change much. Everyone understood that the opponent was the captain of the Outer Sect disciples, whether in strength, skill, or combat experience, it was absolutely not something a new Outer Sect disciple could match!

Meng Haotian, seeing this scene, looked at Ding Fan, and a flash of shock also appeared in his eyes.

He didn't expect such a young person to have reached the Late Nascent Soul Stage in cultivation, which was indeed quite astonishing. But it didn't matter, the final result would be the same, he would still beat him fiercely and eventually kick him out of the Dayang Sect, and he would also obtain a Spirit Ginseng Fruit.

Thinking of these things, Meng Haotian felt very happy, as he knew his age was much older than the opponent's, and he had been at the Late Nascent Soul Stage for a long time. In this aspect of the Late Nascent Soul Stage, he was almost unsurpassed.

The next step for him was the Emergence Stage; how could such a small Late Nascent Soul Stage be in his eyes?

At this moment, Ding Fan looked at the opponent and said calmly:

"Then let's begin."

Hearing Ding Fan's words, Meng Haotian let out a cold laugh, then immediately launched a flurry of fist techniques fiercely at Ding Fan, his fists causing the wind to whizz, in the eyes of outsiders, only vague shadows of the fists could be seen, the speed was too fast!

Whiz, whiz, whiz!

Fist after fist, mercilessly targeting Ding Fan's vital spots.

A mocking glint flashed in Meng Haotian's eyes, he didn't want to waste any time, he wanted to take down the opponent as fast as possible. Because in his heart, he didn't take the opponent seriously at all, even if the opponent was also at the Late Nascent Soul Stage, compared to himself, the gap was not small.

What mattered most to himself was that hundred-year-old Spirit Ginseng Fruit, having this treasure would make his progression to the Emergence Stage smoother, and once he broke through to the Emergence Stage, in the Sect, except for elders and such, no one would be his match.

"Captain, beat him good!"

"That guy will definitely be on his knees begging for mercy later. You know, the captain hasn't held back at all; he wants a quick fight!"

"Captain is awesome!"

"I bet in ten more seconds that guy will have a bruised and blue nose!"

"Why would it take that long? Just three seconds is enough for Captain Meng!"

"..."

For a moment, seeing Meng Haotian's attack, those disciples in white were very excited, and they had already started discussing, even starting a countdown for Ding Fan's defeat.

At this time, Ding Fan saw the opponent's extremely fast fists coming at him with considerable power and immediately began to dodge to the left and right.

Ding Fan didn't have much worry in his heart. Although the opponent's fists were fast and vicious, Ding Fan dodged effortlessly, not hurried at all. Every time, he would wait until the opponent's fist was almost touching him before skillfully evading it.

Although Ding Fan usually focused on increasing his cultivation, he never neglected the study of martial arts. Instead, relying on his high comprehension in Cultivation, no matter how ordinary the martial arts techniques were, Ding Fan could quickly find the flaws or learn them, even if it was his first encounter.

The moment Meng Haotian threw a punch, Ding Fan had already grasped the opponent's exertion and some habitual movements in punching, and meanwhile, he had gained considerable understanding of the fist technique that the opponent was performing.

Unknowingly, as Meng Haotian continued to punch and Ding Fan skillfully dodged, five minutes had passed.

During such a long period, Meng Haotian's punches showed no signs of slacking, which indeed showed his considerable strength. However, he felt very frustrated, because every punch, which he expected to hit the opponent, was skillfully avoided by the opponent, which was indeed quite odd!