Top-tier Unruly Master

Time passed minute by minute, as Meng Haotian launched relentless and fierce attacks, while Ding Fan skillfully deflected them.

The surrounding crowd was momentarily stunned!

By now, ten minutes had passed, yet the two in the ring showed no signs of change compared to the start.

One attacking, the other defending.

The white-robed disciples, who had earlier begun counting down for Ding Fan, were dumbfounded at the scene, simply unable to believe that he hadn't sustained a single injury under Captain Meng's fierce assault, calmly evading attack after attack. This defied expectations!

Meng Zihao, witnessing this, couldn't help but become serious. He knew his cousin to some degree; Meng Haotian started with a very aggressive approach, clearly intending to finish quickly.

Yet the result was more than ten minutes of attacks without touching even a corner of the opponent's clothing. Although the opponent also seemed to have no strength to counter, this was not a good omen.

At this moment, Meng Zihao clenched his fists tightly, looking gravely at both Ding Fan and Meng Haotian. Simultaneously cheering for Meng Haotian in his heart, cursing Ding Fan with malice.

Standing beside them, Wang Hu was extremely tense seeing Ding Fan and Meng Haotian's exchange. Although Ding Fan hadn't been injured, avoiding each attack, there wasn't any chance to counterattack either. If this continued, Ding Fan would always be on the defensive.

Lianzi and others, witnessing this scene, were also taken aback. They never expected Ding Fan to be so formidable, managing to evade all such fierce attacks without a single misstep. That was impressively smooth!

She was well aware, as a cultivator herself, that if she were in Ding Fan's place, she wouldn't withstand three rounds under such fierce attacks.

Although Lianzi felt astonished by Ding Fan, she also felt deeply anxious for him.

One must remember, this was not a formal competition, but a life-or-death battle disguised as one, where a single mistake could separate life from death.

Several female cultivators next to her, seeing Ding Fan, although knowing Lianzi and Liu Yan were on Ding Fan's side, didn't know him themselves. Therefore, their concern was lessened, yet they were greatly impressed by him.

They all knew Meng Haotian — high in cultivation, strong in power, yet having a tarnished character, causing trouble for many beautiful female cultivators. Yet, the fact that this new outer disciple could hold his own against the formidable Meng Haotian for so long without suffering any loss was already quite remarkable.

To them, this was already a significant presence!

The female cultivators, initially aligned against the despicable Meng Haotian, found themselves on Ding Fan's side. Seeing him skillfully evade Meng Haotian's tiger-like fierce punches, they couldn't help but think Ding Fan was incredibly dashing!

In no time, a few female cultivators started daydreaming.

Unaware of this situation, Ding Fan was entirely absorbed in this life-or-death duel. The adversary's fierce, rapid punches seemed like perpetual motion, showing no slack throughout this time, yet Ding Fan's evasive steps remained consistent.

Even though Ding Fan sensed the opponent's cultivation was deeper than his, he felt no fear; instead, this intense duel heightened Ding Fan's battle spirit, filling him with excitement.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Meng Haotian's fists pounded fiercely towards Ding Fan's vital spots, creating air rifts with their speed and intensity.

He couldn't believe the opponent could evade every single time, but facts proved that indeed, every move was cleverly dodged by him. What astonished him was that Ding Fan was very precise when dodging, each time waiting until Meng Haotian's fist almost touched him before swiftly evading.

As a captain, Meng Haotian quickly noticed that the True Qi Ding Fan used to dodge was significantly less than his own output.

Originally, intending to exhaust the opponent through cultivation, he immediately dismissed that thought.

Continuing like this offered him no benefit.

Interesting!

Staring at Ding Fan, Meng Haotian's eyes revealed something more. Then, his lips curved slightly, his eyes full of disdain as he inadvertently said,

"A salted fish is still a salted fish; dreaming of flipping over is just that — a dream!"

After uttering this, Meng Haotian stopped his fists and took a step back, glaring coldly at Ding Fan, joining his palms together while silently chanting something.

With disdain in his heart for his opponent, he decided since you have some skill, I won't hold back anymore. Dying under my "Great Compassion Palm" would be an honor for you!

"Great Compassion Palm!"

Roaring suddenly as his chant completed after a few seconds, Meng Haotian unleashed a mighty strike towards Ding Fan's location. As his palm extended, an extremely blazing flame formed into a giant hand shape, rolling towards Ding Fan. The scorching giant flame hand drastically raised the surrounding temperature, making the originally twenty-something-degree weather feel like fifty degrees to everyone.

For a moment, everyone was utterly shocked, hurriedly mobilizing their True Qi to form a protective barrier around themselves. Such a shocking temperature was not something an ordinary cultivator could withstand.

At this moment, all the white-robed disciples on Meng Zihao's side looked on in astonishment at the scene, uttering gasps of awe.

"Heavens, Captain Meng actually used the Great Compassion Palm! Ding Fan is doomed!"

"That's Captain Meng's signature technique, but we haven't seen him use it for years!"

"Yes, I remember the last time Captain Meng used this move was in the 'Captain's Contest', and it was precisely because of an overwhelming victory with this move that he smoothly assumed the position of the head of the outer sect disciples."

"I guess Ding Fan will be burnt to ash!"

"..."

Amidst a flurry of discussions, everyone simultaneously used their True Qi to shield their bodies, as the temperature was indeed too high!

Wang Hu, watching this unfold, couldn't help but feel his heart in his throat, deeply worried for Ding Fan. Knowing that just the appearance of that scorching giant fire palm already emanated such high heat, and he himself was at the edge of that fiery palm, he couldn't imagine how terrifying the temperature must be at the very center aimed directly at his brother!

Next to him, Lianzi's fair skin had started to turn a little flushed. Despite having summoned her True Yuan to protect herself, she still felt the extremely frightening temperature. Anxiously, she watched Ding Fan, who was still standing in place, and thought to herself, why don't you dodge a bit, you could dodge pretty well earlier! This fool! But a moment later, Lianzi guiltily thought, such a massive flame probably isn't that easy to avoid...

Seeing the giant palm-like flame about to reach Ding Fan, Lianzi's entire heart was in suspense, watching as Ding Fan was about to be consumed by the fire, yet she was utterly helpless!

"Brother Fan!"

"Brother!"

At that moment, Wang Hu shared Lianzi's intense emotions, perhaps even stronger—it was the sorrow of impending life-and-death separation from a loved one!

On the other side, Meng Zihao watched this scene with extreme glee, thinking, Ding Fan, go to hell! This is the consequence for offending me!

As Ding Fan saw the giant flame approaching, he promptly mobilized the True Qi around him to shield his body. Although the opponent's giant flame was formidable, Ding Fan felt no fear whatsoever. It is in such life-and-death moments that truly test a cultivator.

Apart from excitement, Ding Fan felt nothing but excitement; the more intense the situation, the more his battle intent surged!

Ding Fan believed that with his most powerful Wind Blade, he could definitely handle the opponent's flame. In an instant, with several flicks of his hand, blades of wind fiercely slashed towards the giant flame.

As the giant flame neared Ding Fan, wind blades shot out with a whoosh along his arm, accompanied by a gust of wind.

Swish, swish, swish!

The flame in the shape of a giant palm turned into a mist wherever the wind blades touched. The originally blazing giant flame was like a tiny flame snuffed out by a torrential rain, without any resistance, as if encountering its natural nemesis, it could only surrender.

In the collision between the wind blades and the flame, the wind blades retained most of their ferocity with minimal energy loss. After a few wind blades, Meng Haotian's giant flame crumbled and vanished into smoke in an instant.

The wind blades that sliced through the giant flame now fiercely targeted Meng Haotian!

Seeing this scene, Meng Haotian wore an expression of complete disbelief. How could this be?

His Great Compassion Palm was Pure Yin Fire, how could it turn into mist upon encountering the opponent's wind blades? This defied logic!

One must know, he had been practicing the Great Compassion Palm technique rigorously for nearly twenty years, starting when he was still in the Fetal Breath Stage. Many cultivators had met their end under his palm!

In his last appearance in the 'Captain's Contest', his utilization of this move resulted in an almost overwhelming victory. At that time, his opponent was a middle-aged cultivator at the Late Nascent Soul Stage for over ten years. Meng Zihao had great confidence in his Great Compassion Palm, believing that even an Emergence Stage Early cultivator could not easily break it!

Who exactly was the opponent?

Was he really just a new disciple from the outer sect without any background?

Could a mere outer sect disciple accomplish this?

This was absolutely impossible!

In shock, Meng Zihao found himself unable to dodge in time, suffering a deep cut on his arm from one of the wind blades, causing blood to flow profusely.

Meng Zihao quickly swallowed a medicine pill to stop the bleeding, but the disdain in his gaze toward Ding Fan had vanished completely, replaced by a look of grave seriousness.