Chapter 11 – Indeed very showy and flashy

Chapter 11 – Indeed very showy and flashy

As Meng Fan laid eyes on Yang Shi, Yang Shi's gaze also found Meng Fan.Fịndd new updates at novelhall.comies often cross paths!

Yang Shi looked at Meng Fan with a cold stare, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

Back at the Sword Pavilion, with Senior Disciple Luo present, he dared not touch Meng Fan.

But now, in the Training Hall, this was no Sword Pavilion, and it was the perfect time to teach Meng Fan a lesson.

"Meng Fan, I didn't expect you to have the guts to step out of the Sword Pavilion. I couldn't touch you there, but here, things are different."

The guy walked up to Meng Fan, looking down on him with an air of superiority.

Meng Fan chuckled and glanced at Yang Shi, casually asking, "What do you want to do?"

"What do I want? That depends on how you behave. Either return the Black Flame Sword to me or don't even think about leaving the Training Hall unscathed today."

"I don't believe you'd dare to strike at me here in the Training Hall!" Meng Fan retorted offhandedly.

The Training Hall was not a place for causing trouble.

Yang Shi sneered, "I'll be waiting for you outside. Unless you plan to hide in here forever."

A blockade?

This tactic was like a child's threat: "Don't leave after school, I'll be waiting at the gate!"

Meng Fan glanced at Yang Shi, not taking him too seriously.

Although Yang Shi was ranked among the top fifty Outer Sect Disciples, frankly speaking, Meng Fan was not afraid of such caliber.

Yang Shi was likely at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

In theory, the fifth level was much stronger than the first.

But that strength was only in terms of True Qi, not necessarily indicating prowess in swordsmanship or combat ability.

In plain terms, strong True Qi meant greater endurance and attack power.

But Meng Fan believed his swordsmanship could crush his opponent. If he could suppress his foe with a single strike, then the opponent's endurance would be meaningless.

As for strong attack power, if he could find his opponent's weakness, then the opponent wouldn't even be able to land a hit.

Of course, this assumed the opponent wasn't overwhelmingly powerful.

If one reached the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining, with incredibly formidable True Qi, even the most basic Sword Techniques could crush you with brute force.

At that point, no matter how skillful your moves, you'd still be beaten.

But clearly, Yang Shi was not at that level, so Meng Fan felt confident he could show him up!

Yang Shi left the Training Hall, waiting outside for Meng Fan.

Then, Meng Fan also followed suit, having already planned to leave, so Yang Shi's presence made no difference to him.

As soon as Yang Shi stepped out, he saw Meng Fan following him out of the Training Hall.

Surprise flickered across his face.

In his mind, Meng Fan would surely hide inside and not dare to come out.

Effortless!

Meng Fan hadn't even used his True Qi, which, though scant, could double or even triple his attack power once activated.

But that was only for a single strike.

After that, his True Qi would be depleted.

Yang Shi was kicked to the ground, his face a picture of shock as he looked up at Meng Fan in disbelief.

How could a Menial Disciple be so strong?

Yang Fei had warned him about Meng Fan's prowess, but he hadn't taken it seriously.

A Menial Disciple, what was that worth?

Yet, Meng Fan's strength had exceeded his expectations.

In that brief exchange, Meng Fan had seen right through him, completely controlling the rhythm of the fight.

This insight, this experience, it was utterly despairing!

A Menial Disciple?

He was more formidable than an Inner Sect Disciple.

He could feel that Meng Fan's Cultivation Level was lower than his own, significantly so.

But in terms of combat ability, he was left far behind.

Outrageous!

"Convinced?" Meng Fan stepped forward, his foot pressing down on Yang Shi's face.

It was a blatant humiliation.

Yang Shi's rage exploded, his True Qi bursting forth, shaking off Meng Fan's foot.

Even Meng Fan couldn't help but take a couple of steps back!

"You're asking for it!!" Yang Shi roared, his sword now out of reach, he charged at Meng Fan with bare fists in a rage.

Meng Fan, not quite adept at the Surprising Swan Steps, dodged Yang Shi's punches.

"Zing!"

With a flick of his left hand, the Wooden Sword was drawn again.

The tip rested against Yang Shi's throat.

Though it was a blunt Wooden Sword, with a bit more force, Meng Fan could still shatter Yang Shi's throat.

"Your swordsmanship, your awareness, they're too weak. You have the Cultivation Level but not the skill."

Under normal circumstances, Yang Shi would have scoffed at such words from Meng Fan.

But now, with a sword at his throat, he had to take them seriously.

His throat quivered, then he swallowed nervously, carefully conceding, "I yield."

He meant it.

He was truly beaten.