1450 Battling Feng Fan!

"It's the Golden Shirt!"

"Golden Shirt is the upgraded version of the Silver Shirt. It's one of the few Human Rank Primitive Saint Grade Martial Tactic moves that our Moon Illumination Sect has."

"Oh God! I didn't expect Senior Brother Feng Fan to have cultivated such a Human Rank Primitive Saint Grade Martial Tactic!"

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As Feng Fan's body glowed with golden flashes as if he wore a layer of gold, many outer court disciples were crying out loud.

Even though they knew that Feng Fan was strong since he was one of the powerhouses in the Earth Rankings, a majority of them had never seen him in action…

Even those who had seen him in action had never seen him exert the Golden Shirt.

'Golden Shirt? Is that the upgraded version of the Silver Shirt? I see…' Duan Ling Tian understood after hearing the whispers around him but he was still shocked. 'The Golden Shirt is a move in the Human Rank Primitive Saint Grade Martial Tactic. It's said that it requires 300,000 Merit Points to borrow the Human Rank Primitive Saint Grade Martial Tactic of the Moon Illumination Sect once!'

'The Golden Shirt cultivated by Feng Fan would be at least on the second stage… It means that he would have borrowed that Human Rank Primitive Saint Grade Martial Tactic at least twice, spending 600,000 Merit Points.' Thinking of that, Duan Ling Tian could not help but stick his tongue out. Feng Fan's asset was not comparable with an ordinary outer court disciple; he could even compete with an outer court deacon!

It should be noted that in the bet which Duan Ling Tian had set up two days ago, the largest wager placed by an outer court disciple was no more than a few thousand Merit Points.

Naturally, the betting outer court disciples did not include Feng Fan and the rest of the top five ranking people of the outer court who were also the top five outer court disciples in the Earth Rankings.

'So what if it's the upgraded version of the Silver Shirt? I've cultivated my Silver Shirt to the highest stage, the Impeccable Stage. Its strength is comparable to a Golden Shirt which is cultivated to the third stage.

'Besides, my body is already much stronger than an ordinary person's. Once I exert the Silver Shirt, I'll be able to present an even stronger effect!' Duan Ling Tian was full of confidence in his own defenses.

His body was already strong. In Elder Huo's words, it was even stronger than the body of a Six-clawed Divine Dragon and on par with a Seven-clawed Divine Dragon.

In terms of defense, it was impossible for Feng Fan to compete with him.

Naturally, Duan Ling Tian was also clear that Feng Fan did not exert the Golden Shirt for just his defense, but it was also to improve his physical fitness.

Regardless of whether it was the Copper Shirt or the Silver Shirt, once it was used, it could improve one's physical fitness in addition to strengthening their defense.

As the upgraded version of the Silver Shirt, the Golden Shirt certainly had the same qualities.

As the stage differed, so did the amplified effects.

Certainly, the foundation of one's body would have the biggest impact.

In that regard, Feng Fan could not compete with Duan Ling Tian at all.

Even if Feng Fan had cultivated the Golden Shirt to the highest stage, which was the Impeccable Stage, only the defense formed by True Energy could hinder Duan Ling Tian when he exerted the Golden Shirt.

As for the enhanced physical fitness, it was not worth mentioning to Duan Ling Tian; it would not make a difference to him.

All of that was because Feng Fan's body was merely a mortal's body whereas Duan Ling Tian's body was so powerful that throughout the entire Martial Dao Saint Land, amongst those whose cultivation base was the same as his — even those Saint Beasts or Wild Beasts which were born with a stronger body — would not be comparable to his, let alone a human being.

To show off one's physical fitness in front of Duan Ling Tian was like displaying one's petty skill before an expert.

"Duan Ling Tian, I must say that you're very lucky… You should know that I've never battled another outer court disciple ever since I fought my way into the Earth Rankings. After today's battle, you should be proud even if you die." As Feng Fan raised his hand, a sword appeared it. It was a thick and wide broadsword.

Unlike the grace of an ordinary sword, the broadsword seemed bulky. It looked so big that it seemed hard to brandish it around.

However, the broadsword seemed to weigh nothing when Feng Fan held it in his hand.

"Feeling proud even if I die?" Duan Ling Tian snickered. "You can keep such pride for yourself!"

"Junior Brother Fan, stop talking nonsense to him! Just kill him now." Zhou Qi's True Energy Voice Transmission rang in Feng Fan's ears which made him turn serious as his gaze was directed at Duan Ling Tian like lightning.

Sou!

In the next moment, he moved.

In the vision of Duan Ling Tian's left eye, Zhou Qi single-handedly held the thick broadsword that was longer than his height and arrived near him like a gust of wind in the blink of an eye.

When he moved, he gave Duan Ling Tian a strange feeling.

At that moment, he seemed to have transformed into a Roc.

"Roc Soaring The Nine Heavens!" At the same time, Duan Ling Tian heard an exclamation. One of the inner court disciples recognized the movement technique cultivated by Zhou Qi. It belonged to the same Human Rank Primitive Saint Grade Martial Tactic as the defensive move, Golden Shirt.

'That's why his movement was so similar to a Roc's… It turns out that the movement technique he cultivated is called the Roc Soaring The Nine Heavens,' Duan Ling Tian thought to himself.

"Duan Ling Tian, take that!" Feng Fan arrived before him in a second. After shouting, the broadsword in his hands exuded wisps of True Energy with green luster around it. Simultaneously, he hacked the broadsword downwards against Duan Ling Tian's head.

At that moment, Duan Ling Tian even had an illusion that Feng Fan was no longer holding a sword but a giant mountain.

The broadsword that moved like thunder slammed against Duan Ling Tian like a massive mountain.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

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Wherever the broadsword passed, the sound of wind and thunder sounded incessantly. The air in the void wherever the broadsword passed seemed to fall into a vacuum instantly whilst Duan Ling Tian became its target.

"Gargantuan Taishan!" Another inner court disciple cried out as he recognized the offensive move that Feng Fan exerted. Again, it came from the same Human Rank Primitive Saint Grade Martial Tactic as the Golden Shirt and the Roc Soaring The Nine Heavens.

The essence of this offensive move was its force.

Once the force was exerted, regardless of the weapon, it would fall and crush the opponent like Mount Tai landing on them.

"What's so hard to take?" In the face of Feng Fan's fierce attack, Duan Ling Tian snickered. In a split second, the Sun Shooting Bow appeared and an arrow formed by True Energy shot out like a passing meteor in the night sky.

Aerolite Strike!

The meteor-like arrow shot towards the broadsword in Feng Fan's hands and crashed into it.

Boom!

Along with the explosion caused by the collision of the forces, a vast expanse of rolling airwaves spread and swept throughout the entire Martial Arts Practice Hall, causing the robes of everyone present to flutter.

Duan Ling Tian's arrow made the broadsword vibrate and shift upwards a little as well as depleting some of its force.

"Such futile effort!" Although he was amazed by the strength contained in that hurried attack made by Duan Ling Tian, Feng Fan naturally would not miss this perfect opportunity to overpower him once and for all. He swung the broadsword in his hands and continued to press it against Duan Ling Tian.

Certainly, this attack was made in a rush and the power he exerted was more than a bit weaker than the previous attack.

However, Feng Fan was still confident.

This strike would definitely land on Duan Ling Tian before he could make another shot.

"We still don't know whose effort is futile." Duan Ling Tian smiled faintly while the Sun Shooting Bow in his hand vanished into thin air. In the next moment, he took a step forward, clenching both his fists and punching out. It was as if two cannons were shot rapidly.

That scene dumbfounded everyone present.

Did Duan Ling Tian plan to grab Feng Fan's sword empty-handed?

Even though Feng Fan's current strike was not as powerful as the last, it did not seem to be something that Duan Ling Tian could catch empty-handedly.

"Idiot!" Zhou Qi smirked as if he had foreseen the scene where Duan Ling Tian was killed by Feng Fan.

'This Duan Ling Tian… He has a Saint Weapon but doesn't use it. Is he courting death?' Ye Man frowned.

There was a smile on Huang Cheng's face. He seemed to already see more than 10,000 Merits Points waving at him.

"Oh, you're courting death!" Seeing that Duan Ling Tian planned to catch his sword empty-handedly, a mocking smirk appeared on Feng Fan's face instantly. Even an Early Saint Rudiment Stage Martial Cultivator would not dare to do that in face of his attack.

"Since you want to die earlier, I'll send you on your way!" The giant sword in Feng Fan's hand slammed down. Even though it was not as powerful as the previous attack, it was still invincible like a mountain crashing downwards. Wherever it passed, it seemed to be able to cover the sun and revere the heaven and earth.

In face of the mockery, Duan Ling Tian did not answer which was rare.

When he took one step forward and punched both his fists outwards together, his whole body seemed to be covered in a silver luster which made him look like he was shrouded in a dazzling silver cloth.

It was the Silver Shirt which he had cultivated to the highest stage possible!

Once he used the Silver Shirt, it stimulated almost all of the potential in his body and his pure brute strength was fully exerted.

Even if the layer of sparkling silver luster did not exist, then everyone present could see the throbbing veins on Duan Ling Tian's fists. Every time they throbbed, power pulsated.

It was not exaggerating to say that if Duan Ling Tian removed his clothes, everyone would be able to see that the muscles hidden under the silver cloth were all bulging.

"Broken!" As Feng Fan's falling sword came near him, Duan Ling Tian stared whilst his pair of iron fists which were glowing in silver luster and True Energy swept out as if they were two Wyrmdragons slithering out of its hole.

The two Wyrmdragons soared outwards and face the falling giant sword without any hesitation with great momentum. It set off the sounds of wind and thunder.

Bang!

Bang!

Along with the two thunderous bangs, two airwaves rolled out in all directions from those two points as the center and crashed into each other as if even the void seemed to shatter.

The airwaves that crashed into each other also formed a small-scale shockwave and swept outwards even in an environment like Dao Martial Saint Land whereby the gravity was so strong.

As long as the Martial Cultivator and Dao Cultivators present had a cultivation base above the Paramount Mortal Shedding Stage and paid attention, they could see the ripples in the air which was spreading out.

In seconds, the ripples spread and affected them.