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There's a saying: "Power overwhelms others!"

At this moment, Han Qianliu had this idea: to use his own cultivation advantage at the ninth level of the Human Spirit Realm to completely crush Fan Tong.

A surge of powerful ice-attribute spiritual energy gathered around his fist, and Han Qianliu continued his rapid sprint toward Fan Tong.

Seeing Han Qianliu's actions, Fan Tong was almost overjoyed!

"I was worried about not having any obvious moves to deal with you, but I didn't expect you to try to out-strength me!"

Fan Tong pushed off with his right foot, and his entire body surged with lightning-attribute spiritual power, forming a bright ball of light on his fist as he took the initiative to meet the attack.

"Hmph! You're courting death!"

Upon seeing this, Han Qianliu muttered something disdainfully, his eyes filled with even more killing intent!

He remembered that someone wanted him to go all out in the competition and eliminate Fan Tong, this menace, openly and fairly!

With a loud crack, the two men's fists collided instantly.

The audience below the stands was stunned by this bizarre scene. Even the previously calm Narcissus Mengyao nervously took a small step forward.

"What's going on? Why isn't it responding?"

"Exactly! All talk and no action!"

"Shouldn't Fan Tong have been sent flying?"

Something feels off!

Just as the disciples below the arena were discussing heatedly, the two people on the stage finally made a move.

"Is this the lesson you wanted to teach me? Looks like you're not qualified!"

Fan Tong withdrew his arm, rubbed his slightly numb fist, and said to Han Qianliu in a calm tone.

"How...how is this possible...Pfft!"

Han Qianliu was filled with disbelief, and when he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hey! Don't get my clothes dirty!" Fan Tong dodged away in disgust, patting his clean and tidy linen clothes.

"You..." Han Qianliu didn't finish his sentence. Perhaps he couldn't bear the blow, or perhaps he was angered by Fan Tong's words, he fainted on the stage.

Upon seeing this, the disciples below the arena erupted in an uproar!

"Senior Sister Mengyao, Fan Tong won so cleanly and decisively!"

"Really? Han Qianliu, are you some kind of clown hired by the monkeys?"

"This is too fake! I'm going to report them! They're fixing the match, they're deceiving us! Waaah..."

"However, putting aside Fan Tong's past, he was actually quite handsome for a moment just now!"

"You shameless slut, weren't you just saying you wanted to have Han Qianliu's baby? You've changed your mind so quickly?"

"You can only pick the easy targets in everything else, but you can't do this!"

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"I never would have guessed, Fan Tong, that your physical body is so powerful, even comparable to Han Qianliu, who is at the ninth level of the Human Spirit Realm!"

Dongfang Sheng seemed to be praising Fan Tong, but in reality, he was implying that Han Qianliu was foolish.

"From now on, if anyone brings up Bai Jie again or causes me trouble, I'll beat them up one by one!"

Fan Tong glanced at Han Qianliu lying on the ground, then his gaze swept over the disciples below the arena, his expression unusually serious.

"Hehe, Fan Tong, you really have guts! This is boring, let's go!"

After Dongfang Sheng finished speaking, he moved slightly, rose into the air, and flew towards the outside of the First Martial Arts Arena.

"My goodness! Truly worthy of being the top of the five core disciples! He can actually fly without even reaching the Profound Spirit Realm!"

"Senior Brother Dongfang's cultivation is truly profound! I wonder when I'll be able to catch up!"

"Senior Brother Dongfang, you're so handsome! I want to have your babies!"

Upon hearing this shout, Dongfang Sheng trembled slightly and almost fell from the air.

"Tch! Show-off!" Fan Tong scoffed, jumped off the stage, and walked towards Meng Yao.

Seeing Fan Tong leave the arena, Elder Mochou's other disciples dared to step forward, lifted the unconscious Han Qianliu, and quickly ran towards Elder Mochou's location.

"How was it? Did I embarrass you?" Ignoring Mo Buzheng's indignant gaze, Fan Tong said to Meng Yao with a smile.

“Hmm! It’s actually not bad! I was so worried! And…” Mengyao was about to continue speaking when Biluo, who was standing next to her, objected.

"Senior Sister Mengyao, let's hurry up and go. You haven't finished your cultivation for today, or Master will scold you again!"

"Okay, I got it!" Mengyao rolled her eyes at Biluo, then turned to Fan Tong. "I'm going back to cultivate now. You keep up the good work! I'll give you a present later!"

"Then I can't wait! You should hurry back and consolidate your cultivation. The celebration will be here in a few days, and who knows what else might happen then."

Fan Tong also remembered Meng Yao's situation and quickly urged Meng Yao to go back to cultivate.

"Hmph! You're not allowed to slack off either!" Mengyao said, and before Fan Tong could speak, she turned and left with Biluo.

Seeing that she had left, Fan Tong was about to walk outside when a figure blocked his way.

"I advise you to stay away from Mengyao!" Mo Buzheng stopped Fan Tong with a jealous look on his face.

"This is between Mengyao and me, what does it have to do with you?" Fan Tong said indifferently.

The disciples, who were about to leave, immediately stopped and continued to watch the drama unfold when they saw the two rivals meet!

"Don't think you're so great just because you defeated Han Qianliu. You're all no match for Huang Lingjing!"

Mo Buzheng's expression was indifferent, clearly showing that he didn't take Fan Tong and the others seriously.

"I think so too, after all, you all rose through the ranks step by step in the same way!"

"If you can do it, then so can I, Fan Tong!"

"Besides, whether my relationship with Mengyao is good or bad has nothing to do with my cultivation level. On the contrary, some people are better off recognizing reality!"

"Hmph! You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences. With your personality, you'll suffer countless losses!"

Seeing that Fan Tong was so uncooperative, they couldn't help but start attacking him from other angles.

"Haha, suffering a loss is a blessing! My affairs are none of your concern, Gentleman's Sword!"

After Fan Tong finished speaking, he didn't wait for Mo Buzheng to speak, and left the training ground directly.

The scene of the Gentleman Swordsman being defeated caused an uproar among the onlookers!

Back in his own little nest, Fan Tong sat there blankly in the warehouse courtyard, recalling the scene when the old woman was still there, and thinking about the kindness he had received from her.

"Forget it! There's no point in thinking about it anymore. I should just focus on cultivating! As long as my cultivation level is high enough, I'll be able to meet the old woman again sooner or later!"

Fan Tong no longer hesitated and continued to cultivate. However, this time, he did not cultivate the nameless technique to improve his cultivation level. Instead, he reviewed the precautions of the Breath Concealment Technique.

He had an idea in his mind, but it required the cooperation of the Breath Concealment Technique. With the support of the Nameless Technique, Fan Tong's cultivation speed in the Breath Concealment Technique was very fast. Even after only practicing it twice, he reached the level of Huo Kong.

"It'll be soon! Once I master the Concealing Breath Technique, my future cultivation advancement will be much easier!"

Fan Tong spent the entire day studying the art of concealing his breath. With the support of the nameless technique, he didn't even eat.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The next morning, a series of urgent knocks on the door interrupted Fan Tong's cultivation!