Battle Through the Heavens: Clan Leader, I'm sorry, now I just want to be a good person.

As the referee's opening remarks faded.

Xiao Fan and Ying Feiyu rushed towards each other simultaneously, both intending to probe each other's strength as soon as possible.

Unleashing his internal fighting spirit, Xiao Fan wrapped his hands in it, clenched his right fist, and struck straight at Ying Feiyu's face.

Ying Feiyu seemed to have anticipated Xiao Fan's impending attack.

He stretched out his left hand and casually held it in front of his cheek, while his right hand struck Xiao Fan hard in the stomach from below.

Xiao Fan noticed Ying Feiyu's actions and inwardly praised his handling of the situation.

The fist that was originally aimed at Ying Feiyu's face was transformed into an elbow, which then struck Ying Feiyu's fist.

boom!

A dull thud rang out. Xiao Fan's expression turned grim. He slightly bent his left leg and thrust his right leg forward, making contact with Ying Feiyu's descending palm once more.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged several blows.

They went back and forth, each getting what they wanted.

After making contact again, Xiao Fan took the opportunity of stepping on Ying Feiyu's thigh to instantly create distance.

He possessed the Chaotic Flame Body constitution, and Yao Lao used Earth Core Tempering Milk to temper his body.

However, after this exchange, Xiao Fan didn't gain much of an advantage.

Xiao Fan was also very wise. Although his body was strong, it was not his strong point. Compared with cultivators like Ying Feiyu who trained their bodies hard, it was his weakness.

Why should we use our own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths?

Having created some distance between himself and Ying Feiyu, Xiao Fan reached out and summoned the Thousand Flame Spear in his hand.

On the stands, Lin Xiuya saw Xiao Fan's actions and said with a smile to Yan Hao beside him, "You lost. A fourth-tier magical beast's magic core. I told you, Xiao Fan isn't the kind of person who likes to fight to the death. After realizing the terror of Fei Yu, he will definitely use his weapon."

"Humph."

Yan Hao glanced helplessly at the two fighting in the arena, took out a magic core from his storage ring, and threw it to Lin Xiuya.

"You should know that Fei Yu specializes in physical training. Even if you are only concerned with physical strength, you probably can't compare to Fei Yu. Only a fool would confront such an opponent head-on."

Lin Xiuya caught the magic core that Yan Hao threw over, and put it into his storage ring with a smile. Then, his eyes lit up, and he said to Yan Hao, "How about it, want to take another gamble?"

"What are you gambling?"

Yan Hao asked in a muffled voice.

"How about we bet on how long it takes for the two of them to decide the winner?"

Yan Hao glanced at the two locked in a stalemate, then pondered for a moment before saying, "Alright, I bet Xiao Fan will win in half an hour."

Yan Hao's guess was not without reason, given Ying Feiyu's formidable physical strength.

Even for him, defeating Ying Feiyu would probably require a considerable amount of effort.

In addition, he didn't realize how powerful Xiao Fan's attack was. It had only been half an hour, and he was sure Fei Yu could hold out.

"Hehe, okay, then I'll bet they'll decide the winner within half an hour."

Lin Xiuya glanced at Xiao Fan, whose aura had changed as he gripped the long spear, and said with a smile.

On the dueling platform, the two, completely unaware that they had become the ones being wagered on, continued their back-and-forth battle.

With the Thousand Flame Spear in hand, Xiao Fan felt like a fish in water.

At first, Ying Feiyu wanted to withstand Xiao Fan's spear head-on, but after only a brief contact, he immediately gave up on the idea.

The Thousand Flame Spear in Xiao Fan's hand was made of some unknown material. Not only was it extremely painful to be hit, but the spearhead was also incredibly sharp.

His usually invincible fist only barely touched the tip of the spear before feeling a chill.

If I hadn't pulled my fist back quickly, I probably would have been torn to shreds.

Seeing Xiao Fan grow stronger with each battle, Ying Feiyu frowned and then secretly groaned.