1098: C1098 Show Me Your True Strength

C1098 Show Me Your True Strength

Above the Lingwu Battle Arena, within the Heterospatial Space.

Great Elemental Old Man kept cursing. His eyes were filled with horror. What did they just see? A single palm, just a single palm. Fan Zhong, who was just one step away from advancing to the Seventh Grade Perfection Semi-saint, was blown up by that little monster, Yang Fann.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was like those large palms. They were ruthlessly slapped on their faces, causing their faces to swell and swell.

To think that they even said that Yang Fann could not pass Fan Zhong. This slap to their faces was really not something they did not want.

At this moment, the group of elders no longer felt that Yang Fann's initial words were a performance that showed that he had exhausted all his skills. This little monster really had the strength to solo the Fan Family.

. . .

Above the Void.

Fan An's brows were already tightly knitted together. His eyes even revealed a solemness that was difficult to conceal. As Fan Si's father and Master, he could not be clearer about Fan Si's strength. That was a peak Rank Six Perfection Semi-saint. Even an ordinary Eighth Grade Perfection Semi-saint would not be able to suppress him so easily with just a slap.

The strength of this junior, Yang Fann, was not much weaker even if he had not reached the Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint.

Even if it was him, it wouldn't be easy for him to win.

However, could he really defeat Yang Fann?

At this moment, the regret in Fan An's heart was endless like a raging river. With just Peak Holy Lord's cultivation base, his combat strength had already reached the Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint. Once he broke through to the Semi-saint Stage, or even the half-step Saint Huge Perfection, his combat strength would be extremely terrifying. Perhaps, even an ordinary low-level Saint wouldn't be a match for this little monster.

For other Perfection Semi-saint warriors, a single Primordial Purple Clouds was extremely difficult. But for this monster, was it difficult?

He was afraid that he would have to wait for the opening of the Origin Continent.

He really didn't want to continue this battle.

He won. There were no benefits to his fart. He might even be hated by that monster!

However, right at this moment. . .

Yang Fann's gaze turned and seemed to penetrate the barrier around the arena. He looked at Fan An, who was in a dilemma, and said, "Fan An, come down and fight. "

"Never mind. " Fan An sighed in his heart. Yang Fann had asked him to fight. He couldn't refuse this battle even if he wanted to. He could only hope that it would be a draw. At that time, he wouldn't offend Yang Fann too much, and the Fan Family would be able to save most of their face.

If it really didn't work, then. . . It wouldn't be a disgrace to lose to such a perverted monster. After all, it was better than offending Yang Fann completely.

After making a decision in his heart, Fan An's body moved, and he went onto the arena.

. . .

Within the Heterospatial Space.

"Old Man Fan has personally made his move. "

"With Old Man Fan's strength, he should be able to suppress that little monster. "

"This. . . This should be. . . It shouldn't be a problem. "

. . .

The group of Great Elemental Old Man discussed animatedly. However, their voices were lacking in confidence. If it was in the past, they definitely wouldn't have thought that a kid who wasn't even a hundred years old had the strength to challenge Fan An. What kind of joke was this? Did they really think that their billions of years of hard work was for nothing?

However, today, they really didn't have much confidence.

Anything, when placed on that monster, was not impossible.

Fan Wen, Fan Zhong, that living example was right before their eyes.

. . .

At the bottom corner of the arena.

"Elder Ku, can Fann really defeat this Fan An, Great Elemental Old Man?" Luo Yun asked worriedly. Although Yang Fann had suppressed the three peerless Fan Familys of Fan Family, she still didn't have much confidence. The skin of a tree, the name of a human, Fan Ying was a Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint, a peerless expert that was second only to the saints.

"Don't worry about me. That Fan An is definitely not a match for our Lord. " Ku Yuan smiled confidently. He had experienced the terror of the Lord with his own body. Even if he was compared to Saint Sovereign, he wouldn't be much worse.

Although Fan An was strong, it was impossible for him to capture him from Sixth Young Master Palace without anyone knowing, even though he was dozens of lightyears away.

Sixth Young Master Palace wasn't like what Yang Fann knew a few decades ago. It was only able to resist the attack of the Great Sage expert.

Not to mention the ten great Young Chieftain's Palace, even an ordinary Young Chieftain's Palace would be able to suppress an ordinary Demi-Saint Ancestor once he activated all the formations and restrictions.

As for the ten great Young Chieftain's Palace, he could unleash all of his power. Even a Perfection Semi-saint wouldn't be able to break through his defense easily.

Ever since he was ordered to guard Sixth Young Master Palace, he had activated all of the formations in Young Chieftain's Palace's palace. With the power of those powerful formations in Young Chieftain's Palace's palace, he was confident that he could fight even an ordinary Eighth Grade Perfection Semi-saint.

. . .

On the arena.

Yang Fann and Fan An were a hundred miles apart, facing each other from afar.

"Your Highness, please. " Fan An slightly cupped his hands towards Yang Fann and said. His voice faintly revealed a trace of ingratiation.

"En? Could it be that this old man wants to give in?" Yang Fann squinted his eyes and vaguely understood what Fan An was thinking. However, he wouldn't let Fan An go so easily. If he wanted to establish his prestige, he would have to do it thoroughly. What was the big deal about him having a tiger head and a snake tail?

Besides, the Fan Family was the one who insisted on establishing their prestige first.

In the next moment. . .

Yang Fann sneered and said, "Fan An, attack. "

"Your Highness, be careful. "

"Boom ~ ~"

A divine light of eternity erupted from Fan An's body. In the blink of an eye, It transformed into a terrifying Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand. This huge hand was as bright as white jade. It was very stable, and the immortal sound was ethereal. Countless ancient Divine Imprintss surrounded the surroundings, streams of chaotic airflow. . . They swam in his palm like chaotic true dragons that were born from the chaos. They were dancing crazily and twisting. He was twisting. . .

"Pop ~ ~"

The white jade hand pressed down. The surrounding space shattered like glass. The entire arena seemed to be on the verge of exploding with a single palm.

. . .

"Hiss. . . What a terrifying strength. Just a trace of aura is enough to crush us thousands of times. As expected of a Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint who is second only to the Saints. Terrifying, truly terrifying. " In all directions, countless half-step Holy Lord were terrified.

However, in the Heterospatial Space, a group of old monsters were frowning. Their eyes were filled with doubt, "Strange, what is this old man Fan trying to do?" Although this palm strike was terrifying, it was only comparable to a peak Eighth Grade Perfection Semi-saint's full force attack. It was not Fan An's true strength at all.

. . .

At that moment.

"Rumble. . . "

Yang Fann also struck out his palm. With the help of the Myriad Beast Holy Body, this palm was definitely not any weaker than the white jade palm. In fact, there was even a slight hint of a victory. It easily blocked Fan An's attack.

"Fan An, you look down on me, right? Show me your true strength. " Yang Fann raised his eyebrows, and a hint of anger flashed across his eyes. Not only did Yang Fann not feel grateful for Fan An's mercy, but he also felt grateful for Fan An's kindness. Did he really need to show mercy? If he wanted to lose, he would have to defeat him, who was at his peak. Such a fake fight was a complete insult to himself.2

. . .

"What a good old man Fan, so that's what he's up to. "

"It's a pity that he doesn't appreciate your kindness at all. "

. . .

Upon hearing this, the old monsters also reacted. They looked at Fan An, who was on the arena, and a hint of ridicule flashed across their eyes.

. . .

"Sigh. " A trace of helplessness flashed across Fan An's eyes. He really did not want to fight anymore, but there were some things that he could not decide.

"Your Highness, be careful. "

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