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"A new student of the Jia Nan Academy's outer court. Yang Fan. I am here to experience the skills of the Yan Alliance's genius!"

"Freshman, he's actually the freshman that came a few days ago!"

"Interesting. I bet this kid won't last more than ten minutes!"

"I bet three minutes!"

"Ten seconds, no more!"

These students did not have any hope for Yang Fan's match, but looked down on him instead. They all thought that he was asking for humiliation.

The red-robed old man's angry expression turned into a smile, "Zhan Tian, be careful!"

"Uncle White, rest assured. Zhan Tian naturally knows what to do!"

Bai Zhan Tian spread his wings, yellow Dou Qi forming a pair of beautiful wings on his back.

The people below looked up, as if he were out of reach.

"Brat, I'm in the air. This can't be considered bullying you right?"

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth curled up, and the dark green wings on his back spread out. He looked much thicker than Bai Zhantian.

"Dou Qi Transformation Wings, Dou Wang Expert!"

Those students who did not know Yang Fan were amazed. They had never seen a sixteen year old Dou Wang before.

The disdain from a moment ago completely disappeared, and the current Yang Fan didn't have the ability to look down on them.

Bai Zhantian's face immediately turned ashen. A sixteen year old Dou Wang was simply a genius.

"Bully, it's just Dou Qi Transformation Wings, it's not like I can't do that!"

"Damn it!"

Bai Zhantian gritted his teeth as the battle qi in his hand surged. The aura around him instantly turned thick. This was the effect of the earth attribute battle qi.

"High Xuan Dou Technique: Eight Stage Strength!"

Eight energies were unleashed at the same time. Their strength was equivalent to an Earth Rank Dou Technique. Yang Fan remained motionless as Bai Zhan Tian struck his chest with his palm.

Although he could clearly feel the hidden attack, it did not harm him at all.

Seeing that Yang Fan was fine, Bai Zhantian hurriedly retreated. Seeing Yang Fan's trembling hands, Bai Zhantian felt as if he had struck a piece of black iron.

"With just this bit of ability, he dares to call himself a genius?"

Yang Fan flapped his wings and disappeared into space. When he reappeared, he was already behind Bai Zhantian.

"Lightning Blitz Secret Art!"

Bai Zhantian's palm struck his back, and his body flipped forward as the feathers on his body dissipated. He fell within the arena.

No one could clearly see how Yang Fan had gotten behind Bai Zhantian, but they were all cheering for this palm.

"Space!"

The Headmaster looked at the surrounding spatial undulations. This was obviously triggered by the power of space.

The strength of the man in the back robe was also at the Dou Zong class. He had naturally sensed the turbulence in the air when faced with it.2

"Zhan Tian, let's not fight anymore. Let's go!"

Bai Zhantian crawled up from the ground and looked at the worried red robed man in the sky. The corners of his mouth curled into an evil smile. "Uncle Bai, don't worry. I will win!"

Yang Fan landed from the sky, and jokingly said, "Big brother genius, your uncle told you to run, didn't you hear?"

This sentence of a genius was so ironic. An eighteen year old Dou Wang thought himself as a genius, but today, he had encountered a true genius.

Bai Zhantian's expression turned increasingly ugly as his aura turned strange. The originally yellow battle qi had turned black, and even his cultivation realm had risen by a few stars.

"Darkness Attribute, no wonder you're so arrogant!"

"Kid, I want to take your life!"

Bai Zhantian spread his black wings at a speed three times faster than before.

"Middle Di Level Dou Technique: Dark Black Storm!"

His body was covered with Dou Qi, forming a huge sharp sword. Using his body as a sword, he slashed towards Yang Fan.

"You're giving me face but not taking it!"

"Three Thousand Worry Silk!"

Yang Fan gently moved his palm, and a hundred strands of Dou Qi flew out from his hand. His body instantly condensed into a hundred tiny threads.

Standing motionlessly behind the thread, he quietly waited for Bai Zhantian's attack. This thread was thin and tenacious. If Bai Zhantian were to collide with it at his current speed, he would only be dismembered.

Sensing the strength of the 3000 vexed threads, the red-robed old man glanced at Yang Fan, and then his face was filled with fear.

"Zhan Tian, stop!"

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