Top-tier Unruly Master

The elder's expression was solemn.

Though the two disciples he brought weren't elite members of their sect, their movement techniques were still exceptionally remarkable, and quick-drawing was their forte.

However, before Ding Fan, even before the disciples could show off their quick-drawing skills, they were already upended. What made it even more embarrassing was that Ding Fan hadn't used any sophisticated martial skills; he simply used speed to achieve victory.

For a quick-draw expert to be defeated by speed was an immense disgrace.

"I originally wanted to give you a quick end, but now it seems impossible," the elder said in a low voice.

"This place is too cramped to move freely, how about we take this outside?" Ding Fan said, appearing unconcerned.

The elder had no objections; the commotion here was too great, and it would be problematic if it attracted the police.

"No problem," the elder snorted coldly. "But don't think about playing any tricks and escaping."

Ding Fan didn't say more. Without looking back, he walked towards the door. "I'll wait for you."

The elder immediately grabbed a disciple in each hand and followed…

Leaving the hotel, the elder was initially worried that Ding Fan would take the opportunity to escape, so he followed closely behind at a swift pace.

But after following for a while, the elder realized that Ding Fan's footwork was strong, and moreover, he could see that Ding Fan had not yet exerted his full strength. If Ding Fan were to use his full power, he wouldn't be able to keep up at all.

However, Ding Fan just led the way calmly, which showed that he had no intentions of fleeing.

About ten minutes of running brought them to a park.

Ding Fan had noticed this park before; it was huge, boasting a small forest within that was a favorite dating spot for couples during the day, but it was rarely frequented at night. At this moment, there was no one around, making it an excellent place for a duel.

Upon reaching the small forest, Ding Fan stopped.

The elder followed closely behind Ding Fan to the spot.

The elder dropped the two disciples he was holding onto the ground then looked around. "You do pick your locations well. Dying in such a place would be quite fortunate for you."

"Who lives and who dies, it's still hard to say," Ding Fan said, his tone light but his presence formidable.

The elder furrowed his brows slightly; he could feel the fearless aura emanating from Ding Fan. It was the kind of aura that only someone who had been through many battles could possess, and the elder couldn't understand how such a young man in his early twenties could exhibit it.

How could the elder know? In the Cultivation World, although Ding Fan was just an ordinary Nascent Soul Period Cultivator, he had fought countless battles. To him, such a duel was nothing significant.

"Presumptuous boy!" the elder shouted, raising his right hand to reveal a soft whip already in his grip.

Those who knew the elder would be quite shocked to see this scene; the elder was usually arrogant and, when facing opponents, rarely used a weapon unless the enemy was powerful. But now, he was drawing a weapon to face a young man barely in his twenties.

Though Ding Fan was prideful, he never underestimated any opponent. He preferred overpreparing rather than finding himself in a difficult spot.

Without hesitation, Ding Fan drew his soft sword from his belt.

This soft sword was something Ding Fan had acquired in the Immortal Peak Forest from an assassin who had attempted to kill him. Although it wasn't a magical treasure, it was a decent weapon for self-defense, so he always carried it with him.

"State your name; I don't wish to kill a nameless person," Ding Fan said flatly.

The elder huffed lightly. "You are quite arrogant. Nonetheless, I'll let you know whose hands you will die in. I am Shi Kefang, the Fifth Elder of the White Lotus Sect."

Ding Fan had already guessed the elder's identity. The day he used the Divine Summoning Technique to control Tie Hu's mind, he learned that a Fifth Elder from the White Lotus Sect had arrived. Asking for the elder's identity now was merely to confirm his suspicion.

Whoosh...

Almost the moment he stated his name, Shi Kefang lashed his soft whip towards Ding Fan. This attack was powerful and quick, a surprise that he thought would at the very least severely injure Ding Fan if not kill him.

Although the whip came unexpectedly, it was nothing significant for Ding Fan, who had Divine Sense. Being a Human Level Fifth Grade, he could not be careless, always monitoring the elder's every move with Divine Sense.

As the whip struck, Ding Fan had already sensed it coming.

In an instant, Ding Fan dodged with a movement technique at a tricky angle, avoiding Shi Kefang's attack.

Shi Kefang's whip missed its mark, much to his astonishment. His whip was not only a cunning move but also strong. Additionally, he had launched a sneak attack, which should have left Ding Fan with no chance of escaping unscathed.

Yet, just as the whip was about to hit him, Ding Fan dodged.

It was clear that even if he were in Ding Fan's place, he would not have been able to evade such a strike.

Craaack...

Although Ding Fan had evaded, the tree behind him, as thick as a bowl, was snapped in half by the whip.

Ding Fan looked at the neat cut on the broken tree; the whip had cleanly sliced through it as if it were a sharp blade.

A Human Level Fifth Grade master was indeed extraordinary.

Shi Kefang failed to land a hit with his first strike, and his second and third whips followed in rapid succession.

Shi Kefang's whip technique was extremely skillful, under which Ding Fan could only barely dodge using his movement technique.

It could be said that at this moment, Ding Fan really only had the ability to parry, without any strength to fight back…

Although Shi Kefang had the upper hand, at this time his heart was filled with immense shock.

Shi Kefang had already exerted all his strength, but even so, he could not do anything to Ding Fan.

Shi Kefang had great confidence in his whip, having made a name for himself with the soft whip, which he had fortuitously acquired from an Ancient Martial Ruins.

With this set of whip techniques, Shi Kefang could even contend against masters one Grade Level higher than himself.

Yet such a formidable whip technique could only manage to fight to this current state against a young man in his early twenties. At this moment, Shi Kefang knew he had underestimated Ding Fan.

At this time, a strong killing intent also flitted through Shi Kefang's heart.

Ding Fan was just in his early twenties, yet he already possessed the strength to contend against a Human Level Fifth Grade master. If given a few more years, how much more terrifying would such a person become?

Such a person should either not be provoked at all, or once provoked, must be eradicated completely.

At that instant, Shi Kefang's soft whip became even more densely interwoven, directly enveloping Ding Fan in the middle.

At this moment, Ding Fan was also fully focused on the fight.

The gap between Ding Fan and Shi Kefang was really too big. If not for Ding Fan's Divine Sense aiding him by predicting Shi Kefang's movements in advance, along with his vast practical combat experience, Ding Fan would have likely already been killed by Shi Kefang.

Even so, Ding Fan's shoulder and chest were still swept by the tip of Shi Kefang's whip, leaving behind several cuts.

Ding Fan knew that he had to come up with a solution quickly under the current circumstances; if he failed to do so in time, he would likely fall under the opponent's long whip.

As Ding Fan fought, he considered his options. With the opponent's superior cultivation, it was nearly impossible to win using ordinary Martial Skills, so there was only one option left.

That was to use a Spell.

The Spells available to Ding Fan were the Fireball Technique and the Wind Blade Technique.

Since Ding Fan's cultivation was not high, he could only use the Wind Blade Technique and the Fireball Technique once each day. That meant Ding Fan had only one chance now.

If he could not kill Shi Kefang with this opportunity, then Ding Fan's chances of survival would be slim.

Swish...

Shi Kefang's long whip lashed over, and Ding Fan, who failed to completely dodge, had his right arm immediately gashed open with a fairly large wound.

At this moment, Ding Fan's expression grew solemn, knowing that if he didn't act quickly, today he was bound to die.

Having made up his mind, Ding Fan ignored Shi Kefang's whip targeting his throat and fiercely swept his soft sword toward Shi Kefang's chest.

Shi Kefang momentarily froze, recognizing Ding Fan's move as a mutual destruction tactic.

Shi Kefang, currently having the upper hand, would never allow himself to die alongside Ding Fan.

Immediately, Shi Kefang retracted his long whip and retreated several steps.

This was exactly what Ding Fan wanted. If Shi Kefang had pressed him too hard, he would have had no chance to cast the Wind Blade. With a swift shift in his stance, Ding Fan dashed towards the adjacent forest.

Shi Kefang was initially startled, then he scoffed softly. In his view, Ding Fan was trying to escape.

"Thinking of escaping from me? You're doomed today!" Shi Kefang bellowed as he charged at Ding Fan, wielding his soft sword.

Squeal...

Just at that moment, a piercing shriek that cut through the air suddenly resounded.

In that instant, Shi Kefang felt his scalp tingle, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.

However, Shi Kefang was still too slow.

A Wind Blade swept past, severing Shi Kefang's right arm entirely…

"How… how is this possible…" Shi Kefang, staring at his severed right arm, found it almost unbelievable.

At that moment, Ding Fan, holding his soft sword in one hand, had already approached Shi Kefang.

"Condense wind into a blade? Are you an Earth Level master?" Shi Kefang stared at Ding Fan, horror-stricken, and said.