Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

The person in front of him changed without a sound, and although Zhu Bufan was shocked in his heart, his actions did not pause at all. Even the slightest doubt on the battlefield can bring about death, a truth Zhu Bufan had learned as early as in the Virtual Realm. Fortunately, it was this experience that allowed him to remain unflustered at this moment. Although this youth appeared strangely, Zhu Bufan wasn't worried in the slightest; he was only surprised because the silver light that flashed in the other's eyes seemed so familiar. Could it be someone like me? Zhu Bufan pondered as his left hand waved, flames spouting from between his fingers, striking toward the youth's face.

With an indifferent expression on his face, the youth bent backward slightly, then charged toward Zhu Bufan's forehead in a headbutt. He had no intention of blocking Zhu Bufan's fist, which was wrapped in scorching flames.

With a click, dizziness and daze followed. The youth's seemingly slow motion was actually a fraction faster than Zhu Bufan's punch. When Zhu Bufan's fist grazed the hair by the youth's ear, the youth's head had already collided with Zhu Bufan's.

The tightly clenched fist instantly loosened, and the flames on his left hand scattered like stars in the summer night. Zhu Bufan staggered backward a few steps, a streak of red blood flowing from his forehead. It was unclear if the youth's head was made of muscle and bone or something else, yet it hurt more than steel, catching Zhu Bufan off guard and breaking his head open a bit. However, the youth didn't fare well either, a line of blood trickling from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose to his mouth.

Sticking out his tongue to lick the blood by his mouth, then spitting out a mouthful of blood-spattered spittle, the youth's lips curled into a strange smile, and the silver light in his eyes grew even more intense. His fighting spirit had been ignited because the headbutt hadn't managed to knock the opponent down. This was entirely unexpected for him.

The dizziness finally passed. Zhu Bufan wiped the blood from his forehead with a hand, a flicker of flame emerging from his left index finger, cauterizing the bleeding wound with high heat to stop the bleeding. He didn't let the flame dissipate, but a barely discernible silver light flashed in his black eyes. Until necessary, Zhu Bufan did not want to expose his true strength, and more importantly, using the power of flame could reduce his energy consumption.

No exchange of words, but when their eyes met, they both saw the battle intent in each other's eyes. With a low grunt, the youth moved, closing in on Zhu Bufan, a punch aimed at him. No blaze of fire, no whistling of wind, no sturdiness of earth, no fluidity of water, yet it conveyed a myriad of momentum.

This punch further confirmed for Zhu Bufan that the opponent was someone like him, someone who had also obtained an ancient inheritance, although their approach differed.

Seeing the fist approaching, Zhu Bufan's hands suddenly clenched into fists. With two thuds, two clusters of flame suddenly appeared on his hands. Crouching slightly, his left hand formed a claw aimed to grab the youth's punch, while his right hand formed a fist to once again strike toward the opponent's face. In such close combat, it was about who moved faster, who predicted better, and whose attack was more unexpected.

Like a spiritual snake leaving its hole, the youth's punch, originally aimed straight at Zhu Bufan's abdomen, twisted bizarrely, emitting a strange ripple around his fist, forcibly redirecting Zhu Bufan's almost-grasped left hand. Then, the fist turned, hooking toward Zhu Bufan's jaw. As his punch changed trajectory, the youth extended his left hand as well, still without dazzling brilliance, just a layer of faint silver light covering it. The youth raised his left arm, prepared to block the punch coming from Zhu Bufan.

The opponent's bizarre method of breaking free from his left claw, and the suddenly appearing left arm, gave Zhu Bufan a slight shock. However, with all the surprises he had faced today, he wasn't too phased. The punch heading for the opponent's face did not alter course, the flame on the fist suddenly surging by a third. The intense heat scorched and even singed the youth's hair in places.

Flames surged from Zhu Bufan's hand, followed by a slight shake of his right hand, suddenly producing three fist shadows. For a moment, the youth couldn't discern which fist was real and which was fake. He could only feel the blazing flames flickering before his eyes, almost making them blur.

Suddenly feeling pain on his left cheek, the three fist shadows pierced through his left arm, then combined into a solid punch hitting his left cheek squarely. Flames erupted from the fist, instantly engulfing the youth's head. A burnt smell wafted from the flames, followed by no other sounds.

When Zhu Bufan's punch landed on the youth's face, he only felt his chin tighten as an immense force came from his chin. It was the youth's fist hitting solidly on his chin. Contained within the punch was immense power, along with a cutting edge like a knife. Zhu Bufan felt as if his jaw had been chopped by a blade, a spray of blood bursting forth. The force from the punch violently jerked Zhu Bufan's body up before flipping him over, slamming him fiercely into the ground, followed by a bout of dizziness.

The youth hit by Zhu Bufan's fist stood motionless, wrapped in flames, as if his head had been completely smashed, with the flames from Zhu Bufan merely remaining there.

Neither made the next move, or perhaps both were stunned on the spot. One stood motionless, while the other lay on the ground, groaning twice before springing up. Standing about five meters apart, Zhu Bufan remained there, eyes squinting slightly at the other, then coldly said, "Stop pretending. I know you're fine." His voice dry and indifferent, it directly ripped through the flame's cover.

With a loud crack, the flames wrapped around the youth's head scattered, revealing the youth's head. The youth remained the same, his face unburnt, although his hair was quite scorched. He looked at Zhu Bufan coldly and said in the same dry voice, "You're a good opponent." He didn't actually think the previous tactic would fool the other, he simply hadn't encountered such a fitting opponent for a long time.

"Likewise," Zhu Bufan wiped the blood from his chin, the wound once again a patch of char. He used the flame to cauterize the wound and stop the bleeding again.

After a few brief exchanges, there was no more communication. Silence akin to ice returned between the two, but the aura emanating from them was as burning as fire.

Once more, their figures moved, a fiery form charged with scorching flames toward an icy cold person.

Silver light shimmered, not dazzling, not bright, even somewhat dull, appearing rather bleak under the red flame's illumination.

The entwining of two lights, a life-and-death struggle between two people. Advancing and retreating, crimson blood, crimson flames, silvery moonlight, and heavy breathing.

This night was destined to be a red night, a night of turmoil.

Three battlefields, with one standing quietly in a clearing, covered in blood, eerily strange.

Boom boom boom, hiss hiss hiss, puff puff puff.

Flame-wrapped fists continued to strike, exuding an unstoppable aura, while the opposing youth, his face marked with black burns, and his clothes torn in several places, with some spots showing turned, charred skin and flesh. Despite the injuries, the youth didn't care about the wounds on his body, relentlessly attacking, trading blows with Zhu Bufan.

Zhu Bufan also had several blackened spots on his body; it was his technique of using flames to cauterize his wounds to stop bleeding. At this moment, he was slightly panting, both due to the opponent's strength and the prolonged exertion. He had already expended some energy at the Fire Pattern Guild, and after reaching Yiyun's side, he had engaged in successive battles, tirelessly fighting throughout the night, even a god would probably struggle to endure.

Silently channeling the Qi Force within him, he then converted it into Fire Attribute energy, which relatively reduced consumption. However, the opponent was a difficult person, even though Zhu Bufan was being very mindful of his energy usage, he inevitably ended up using a bit more energy.