Top-tier Unruly Master

Qian Jun came at Ding Fan with formidable momentum, suddenly lunging toward him.

The various disrespectful acts that Ding Fan had shown before made Qian Jun wish he could tear Ding Fan into two pieces right then and there.

At this moment, Tian Mao could only let out a soft sigh, as he had intended to step in to resolve the misunderstanding between Ding Fan and Qian Jun, but Ding Fan was too unruly and unyielding. As things stood, he felt helpless to change the situation.

In Tian Mao's mind, this forceful strike from Qian Jun would surely cause Ding Fan to suffer serious injuries. After all, Qian Jun was a Human Level Fifth Grade. A giant boulder placed before him could be easily shattered, let alone Ding Fan.

A smug smile crossed Song Guotao's lips, as he seemed to have already envisioned the scene of his master smashing Ding Fan to pieces.

Boom, a loud noise suddenly erupted.

However, contrary to what everyone had imagined, the scene of Ding Fan being thrashed by Cheng Qian did not materialize. Instead, after the loud noise, Cheng Qian's figure was sent flying like a cannonball.

Spurt...

After being blasted five or six meters away, Qian Jun managed to stabilize himself with difficulty, only to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. Meanwhile, Ding Fan stood there as if nothing had happened, with an indifferent expression, as if Qian Jun's spitting blood had nothing to do with him.

Holy moly! What's going on here?

Song Guotao, who had been fantasizing about Ding Fan being severely wounded by his own master, was completely dumbfounded. Ding Fan seemed unharmed, while his master was now spitting blood.

At this point, not only was Song Guotao shocked, Tian Mao was also stunned. Ding Fan was just starting out, and not even in his wildest dreams did Tian Mao think that Ding Fan could blast Qian Jun away with a single move.

What kind of person was Qian Jun? He was a powerful Human Level Fifth Grade!

"How... How is this possible?" Qian Jun propped himself up, looking at Ding Fan as if he had seen a ghost.

Others might not be aware of what had just occurred, but Qian Jun himself knew. Just as he was about to reach Ding Fan, an unparalleled force hit him out of nowhere. Even now, recalling that force, he felt weakened and terrified.

"Is this the best you can do?" Ding Fan snorted lightly as he glanced at Qian Jun, who was to the side.

"Brat, don't be arrogant. My master hasn't gone all out yet. He will definitely kill you soon." Song Guotao pointed at Ding Fan's nose and cursed.

"I too am curious to see how your master will kill me. Come on," said Ding Fan indifferently.

Qian Jun glared at Song Guotao. If it weren't for Song Guotao, he would still be contemplating how to smooth things over.

Even though they had only exchanged one move, Qian Jun knew that he was far inferior to Ding Fan. He had thought about looking for an excuse to put an end to the confrontation, but Song Guotao, the fool, was still provoking Ding Fan, leaving the situation with no other choice but to be resolved through a relentless fight.

After cursing Song Guotao in his heart, Qian Jun no longer dared to underestimate his opponent. Anyone who could easily send a Human Level Fifth Grade Martial Artist flying with a single move should not be underestimated; to do so would be tantamount to seeking death.

Qian Jun immediately took out a pair of judge pens from his bosom.

The judge pens, while approximately the same length as ordinary writing brushes, were significantly thicker, by more than a whole circle.

Tian Mao furrowed his brows as he saw Qian Jun pull out the judge pens.

Having had dealings with Qian Jun for several decades, Tian Mao was familiar with Qian Jun's character. In fights, particularly against younger opponents, Qian Jun almost never used a weapon, but now he had taken up arms.

From this, it was clear that Qian Jun was ready to exert his strength.

At this moment, Tian Mao couldn't help but take another look at Ding Fan. Before, Tian Mao had thought of Ding Fan as young and brash, oblivious to the ways of the world. Now, it seemed Ding Fan did indeed have the capital to be arrogant.

However, Qian Jun had considerable skill with the judge pens. Could Ding Fan still gain any advantage?

"Die!" With his weapon in hand, Qian Jun no longer hesitated and instantly went after Ding Fan, aiming his judge pens directly at two vital points on Ding Fan's front.

From this move, it was evident that Qian Jun was intent on killing Ding Fan.

Ding Fan clearly saw his opponent's intent, but even so, he remained unafraid. In the Cultivation World, having fought and survived through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, such life-and-death struggles were common. He had already been through countless such battles.

Ding Fan faced the imminent battle with composure, his expression calm and undisturbed.

Qian Jun's figure streaked toward Ding Fan like lightning.

His speed was so fast that it left the onlookers gasping. Even Tian Mao, a Grade Nine Human Level, thought that based only on movement technique, Qian Jun was not much different from him...

Qian Jun's speed was fast, but Ding Fan's speed was not slow either.

Just as Qian Jun's stylus was about to touch Ding Fan, Ding Fan's figure, as if by magic, suddenly vanished from everyone's sight.

At this moment, an oblivious Song Guotao was stunned. He had learned medicine from Qian Jun, but he had never touched on martial cultivation. When Ding Fan disappeared on the spot, for a moment, he suspected Ding Fan might have used some witchcraft or trickery.

Song Guotao thought so, but Tian Mao beside him thought differently. By now, Tian Mao's eyes were wide open with shock.

Ding Fan's movement technique had reached an abnormally freakish level, a level that surpassed Tian Mao's comprehension entirely. With his Human Level Ninth Grade cultivation, he only saw a few lingering afterimages; as for how the real body moved, he couldn't see clearly at all.

If a Human Level Ninth Grade expert like Tian Mao couldn't discern Ding Fan's movements, there was even less chance for Qian Jun to do so. To him, Ding Fan seemed to have disappeared abruptly.

Qian Jun stabbed the air with his stylus, standing there somewhat perplexed.

In Qian Jun's view, Ding Fan was at most twenty-two or twenty-three years old. To possess such freakish movement technique at such an age, he knew how many years he himself had painstakingly practiced his technique.

And yet, his movement technique, honed through decades of practice, couldn't keep up with that of a young man in his early twenties...

What kind of person was this Ding Fan, exactly?

While Qian Jun was distracted, a gust of wind suddenly swept past, startling him as he clearly felt it coming from behind.

Ding Fan was just in front of him a moment ago. Could it be that in that short span, Ding Fan had somehow moved behind him?

Although Qian Jun was still conscious, dodging Ding Fan's attack was now utterly impossible.

Suddenly, a spurt of blood soared high and an arm, as if sliced by a blade, fell straight to the ground.

Seeing this, Song Guotao's mouth fell open.

Song Guotao's master, Qian Jun, now had his right arm severed clean off by the opponent. What was terrifying was that Song Guotao saw clearly that Ding Fan had used his palm as a blade to chop off his master's arm.

Tian Mao stared blankly at Ding Fan.

When Ding Fan had sent Qian Jun flying with a move earlier, Tian Mao felt he had underestimated Ding Fan. But now, he realized that even though he later thought he had corrected his judgment to give Ding Fan more credit, he had still underestimated him.

Ding Fan had transformed his palm into a blade's edge, and with one palm, he did something more effective than a blade, hacking off a person's arm. This was something that not just anyone could do, let alone him, Tian Mao, at Human Level Ninth Grade.

Just how many secrets did this Ding Fan conceal…

At this point, Ding Fan stood with his hands behind his back in front of Qian Jun.

Qian Jun could be considered a real man. Having his arm chopped off by Ding Fan so ruthlessly, he hadn't made a sound up to that point.

"Arrogance needs to be backed by real strength, and clearly, you lack it," Ding Fan declared, his lower jaw slightly raised as he looked down at Qian Jun.

Even though Qian Jun was breathing heavily, he didn't dare to say a word to save face. At this moment, Ding Fan appeared to him as an untameable wild beast. He was genuinely afraid that any wrong word might provoke Ding Fan to kill him outright.

Ding Fan no longer paid any attention to Qian Jun. A defeated rooster posed no further threat. He went straight toward Song Guotao.

A despicable and petty person such as this needed to be taught a vivid lesson today.

"Chairman Tian, please save me. I was wrong before, I see that now… Chairman Tian, save me!" Seeing Ding Fan approaching with a menacing aura, Song Guotao pleaded for help from Tian Mao.

Song Guotao could tell that Ding Fan was extremely irate and wouldn't save him even if asked. He could only hope that Zongfang Hall's leader, Tian Mao, would intervene.

However, just when Song Guotao thought that Ding Fan would surely be considerate of Chairman Tian's status and not touch him, Ding Fan had already reached his side.

Ding Fan wasted no more words. He swung a kick and his foot landed right on Song Guotao's behind.

The hundred and fifty-sixty pound Song Guotao was sent flying five or six meters away by Ding Fan's kick, landing face first on the ground. Only then did he start writhing and gasping for air…

"Young man, always leave some room for retreat, so you may meet again another day. You're going too far; you won't meet a good end," Qian Jun said, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched Song Guotao getting kicked half to death.

"Leave!" Ding Fan had no intention of wasting further words with Qian Jun. A victor never needed to engage in idle chatter with the defeated!

Qian Jun didn't dare to say more. He propped himself up, helped Song Guotao to his feet, and the two made a very sorry escape…