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At this moment, the sound of someone rubbing their hands together could be heard from behind Yang Fan. A rough voice sounded out in his ear, sounding somewhat sarcastic, "I say, that brat. Are you going to beat him or not? You've been touching this wall the entire time. If you don't want to fight with me, then I advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible. Don't blame me for taking care of everything, it's not good if I crush your little arms or legs. "

Yang Fan turned his head and saw a rough looking man standing there. His body was indeed quite sturdy, and he looked like a child standing in front of him.

"Hey, Uncle. How old are you? You're still joining in on the fun, and even if you win, it won't be that glorious?" Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders. He did not reply to the man's words, and only replied with a single sentence.

"You..." The person he dreaded the most was being called uncle by others. Currently, he himself was only nineteen years old. He looked a little anxious, but he couldn't blame himself for that. Every time he was called uncle, he would feel a little resentful. Now that he was called uncle by Yang Fan, his entire body trembled in anger.

"Brat, you've angered Lord Axe. Since you're not going down yourself, I'll beat you up." A cold light flashed in the eyes of the martial artist who called himself Lord Axe. He released a roar from his throat and the spirit energy condensed outside his body, erupting with a powerful force.

Boom!

Boom!

His legs trembled as he stomped on the ground, using a brute force to attack Yang Fan.

"Chi!"

His foot stomped on the ground, borrowing the force to gather the earthen yellow Spiritual Energy between his hands. A piercing wind was blowing, wanting to bring Yang Fan to a dead end.

Yang Fan only shook his head. That person's seemingly valiant and forceful attack was actually concealing his flaws, he was so irritable and violent that he was unable to control the power of the earth. The earth attribute's spirit energy was steady and heavy, it was urgent and heavy, and anyone who understood the profundity of it would be able to discover its flaws.

When the person attacking Yang Fan saw him frozen in place, he thought he was scared by his own aura. However, he didn't expect that the other party would shake his head as if he wasn't a threat to him at all. That sort of disdain was an insult to himself as he coldly said, "Brat, you're looking down on me so much.

Just as he was about to close in, Yang Fan formed a palm with one hand. Immediately, a golden Spiritual Energy wrapped around him as he met the fist of his opponent.

"Boom!"

Although the arena was divided into many different areas, and no one was looking at one area, there were still people who noticed Yang Fan's location and began discussing amongst themselves.

"Look! Look at who that person is! He's able to fight against the Mang Yuan, and it seems as if he hasn't even used his full strength yet. He's actually able to dissolve the Mang Yuan's strength just by himself!"

"That person is called Yang Fan. He came from a small place and both of them belong to the fourth level precelestial stage. It's not strange for them to fight each other." However, I think that person will not be able to hold on for long and will not be a match for Mang Yuan, because Mang Yuan is full of brute force.

Mang Yuan saw that his opponent could actually block his attack. It seemed that he had really underestimated his opponent. Perhaps he might not be able to win just by relying on his own strength.

"Brat, no wonder you dare to look down on me like that. You really do have some ability, but that's it. Look at this."

"Wrath of the Earth!"

His feet trembled on the ground as the previously dissipated spiritual energy condensed once more. This time, he was absorbing the power of the earth.

"Boom!"

With a single strike, the incoming spiritual energy shot towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's expression remained the same, as calm as ever. It was unknown when he had raised his arm, but a sword had already appeared in his hand. He swung it horizontally, blocking the attack.

Wherever the golden light passed, there would be loud bangs as Spiritual Energy spread out in all directions.

Seeing this scene, all the martial artists watching were so shocked that their mouths gaped wide open. No one had expected Yang Fan to be able to resolve this situation with just a single sweep of his sword. He looked so relaxed.

"This... I have heard of Earth Wrath as well! A large-scale attack could catch a person off guard. Even if a person of the same cultivation level could defeat him, it would be extremely difficult. This … How could this be? "Could he have been hiding his strength? Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so easy to neutralize in a single strike." Someone said in shock, as if he understood the Fury of the Earth very well.

Zuo Jian, who was in the spectator's stand, also paid attention to Yang Fan. Looking at this scene, he gently shook his head and sighed: "Just as I expected, why is that person's son so weak? It seems like she hid her cultivation. "Judging from that last attack, he must have been at least at the early Houtian seventh stage. He might have been at the middle Houtian realm."

Indeed, Yang Fan's strength was at the seventh level precelestial. Ying Susu had originally wanted him to know how to hide his strength; after all, this was for his own good.

But how could she know that Yang Fan only knew how to find people to fight, and didn't care about all that. He was simply a battle maniac. If Ying Susu knew, she would probably be speechless. After raising a mother for so many years, she still hadn't figured out her son's temperament and had always thought that he was calm and sensible. However, what she didn't know was that ever since she started cultivating, there was something that was changing Yang Fan in the depths of her soul. It wasn't that she didn't understand it well enough.

"You..." Mang Yuan was also dumbfounded. He never thought that the move he was the most proud of would be broken so easily. He then shouted in anger, "I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Fan shook his head. He didn't want to continue staying like this. With a bit of force from his feet, he arrived in front of Mang Yuan before he could even react.

Mang Yuan was stupefied by this strike. Before he could even react, he felt a heavy blow on his abdomen, followed by him being sent flying.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The tall and sturdy body of the Mang Yuan fell to the ground and crashed into it three times. The recoil from the impact caused the burly body of the Mang Yuan to spit out blood.

He could only feel his five visceras tremble from the last strike, and the blood within his body was roiling. The only thing that fell to the ground was a flesh wound. The most important thing was that one of his legs had actually caused him to receive an internal injury.

"Pu!" Another mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Did I spend it too? "With just one strike, he knocked Mang Yuan down to the ground."

"I didn't see it clearly either. When did this Mang Yuan become so weak?"

Everyone was confused and confused. Just like that, they were sent flying. From the looks of it, Mang Yuan's injuries were not light at all.

Yang Fan looked at the fallen Mang Yuan as he smiled, "Do you still wish to fight?"

Mang Yuan trembled as he looked at that smile. That strike just now had caused him to lose the strength to fight back. How could he still foolishly dare to challenge him? He forced himself to stand up, cupped his fists, and said, "Thank you for being lenient, Mang Yuan conceded."

Yang Fan smiled and nodded. It seemed like the other party wasn't stupid, knowing that he had held back. One must know that if he really did use a bit of strength, even if he didn't die, he would still be unconscious. Then, he waved his hand and walked down the stage.