65: C65 Medal Design

C65 Medal Design

"Target, that's right, it's a target!"

Thinking of this, the purple glow in Zhang Fan's eyes became even more intense. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up as he let out a low growl. The purple glow floated around his body as he charged forward.

"Frost Palm!"

The moment Zhang Fan shouted this, the purple light covering his right arm instantly disappeared. The blue light instantly floated in the air.

Frost Palm was a top-notch cultivation technique from his previous life. It converted the elemental energy in his body into a special type of energy. The moment the frost energy hit the opponent, it would invade the opponent's body and cause huge damage to their meridians.

"Bang!"

A light sound rang out, and Zhang Fan's palm landed solidly on the man's chest. Perhaps the opponent was confident in his own body, but the door was wide open, and in his eyes, everything on the other side was full of holes and holes. There were usually two types of people like that, the first opponent was definitely an expert.

Of course, Zhang Fan did not say that the other party's strength was on the same level as a rookie. After all, a world was different, and the items were also different …

The man originally did not feel much of a difference, thinking that Zhang Fan did not have much strength left, but just as he was about to throw a punch at him, he suddenly felt a cold sensation rush into his chest. That bone-chilling feeling caused his entire body to shiver, and the color of his face instantly turned green.

"What kind of cultivation technique is this?"

The man's heart was instantly filled with shock. Without the slightest hesitation, he aimed his right hand at Zhang Fan's body and smashed forward. An unstoppable energy swept out in an unstoppable manner.

He instantly retreated, barely dodging the incoming fist wind. But even so, the pain on his face made Zhang Fan's face turn red.

However, he did not care about this level of damage. He, Zhang Fan, had suffered a lot of damage!

The man took two steps back, his face ashen. With a low shout, the energy in his body stirred, and a layer of blue light appeared. That layer of ice energy was actually forced out by his opponent in a daze.

Amidst his shock, Zhang Fan's body once again rushed up to Fire Palm.

Its characteristics were the opposite of that of the Frozen Ice Palms. The Frozen Ice Palms were cold, so it was very hot, and after entering it, it would cause the opponent's meridians to be scorched. The degree of damage was equal to that of the Frozen Ice Palms.

Knowing his opponent's strangeness, the man also gained experience. He decided not to let his opponent's palm line up on him anymore.

"Earth Fiend Fist!"

This was one of the soul skills that the man had comprehended. It was definitely a tyrannical fist technique. If it was powerful enough, it could instantly turn an ordinary person into a meat patty. Of course, it wasn't a life and death battle, so the man restrained his strength.

"Bang!"

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed as he rushed forward without fear. Along with a muffled sound, Zhang Fan's body was sent flying once again, and the purple light around his body momentarily trembled, causing his pitch-black pupils to reveal a look of shock. The opponent's body was indeed powerful!

He lightly shook his hand, and with a flip, he stood up. At this moment, the man's face was flushed red, it was ice-cold just a moment ago, but now it had become hot, how could the other party have such a strange cultivation technique? Without further thought, he swung his right hand, instantly expelling the heat energy out of his body, and rushed up, this time he took the initiative to attack, because time continued to drag on, it was time to announce Zhang Fan's victory.

Seeing the man charging at him, Zhang Fan restrained his thoughts and quickly moved his feet. Under the support of the sixth layer of the Purple Clouds technique, his entire body became illusory, giving people a feeling that they were unable to see through him.

"Divine Sword Palm!" Zhang Fan laughed and once again rushed forward. He needed to make good use of this live target. The more he thought about it, the faster Zhang Fan became.

The Divine Sword Palm had a single word, 'sword', which was enough to prove its sharpness. Zhang Fan rushed forward while avoiding the man's proof of contact with the palm strike, so the palm strike would only land on his back or other places.

In the following period of time, he executed all the palm prints and fist techniques from his previous life.

Iron Palm, Great Wisdom Palm, Heaven's Net Fist, Vajra Ring, including Taiji Fist, which was known for its soft power, were all activated.

The man was very angry at this moment and his strength was increasing. His opponent was like a sticky candy as he surrounded him. His strange steps were always dodging during critical moments.

Angry, he was truly angry. Even though he had successfully sent his opponent flying with a large area of destructive power, his opponent's body was also very strong. On the surface, he could tell that he hadn't received much damage.

Every time he saw Zhang Fan stand up and charge towards him, he would feel a headache. After the rage had passed, this was the first time he felt like ending this battle as soon as possible. He couldn't take it anymore.

Finally, after a period of patience, the man in charge spoke up. "Ten minutes have passed. The Heaven's Punishment Squad has passed the examination."

In fact, it had already been twenty minutes, and Zhang Fan was completely dumbfounded by what he had seen. What kind of fighting style was this, and the most important point, was that Zhang Fan actually hadn't used any of his martial spirit's characteristics in battle, and had instead used all sorts of martial arts, and had persisted for so long without actually being defeated. The man had completely become a live target, and Zhang Fan was able to fight back and forth because of his tyrannical body.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the man exhaled first. His aura also instantly dissipated. He looked towards Zhang Fan with a wry smile and said, "You're very powerful."

"You're also very powerful!" Zhang Fan's cold face also revealed a trace of a smile as he said 'thank you'.

The expression on the man's face fluctuated. Naturally, he understood that he had become a live target in this battle. He nodded and returned to his original position.

At this moment, the man picked up a stamp and placed it on Zhang Fan's number plate. "Okay, you can go to the main hall now and receive the Medal of Expressions."

"Yes!"

Zhang Fan took it over and nodded his head. He took the plate and walked out while the middle-aged man followed behind. Outside, the middle-aged man directly said, "The Heaven's Punishment Squad has passed the examination. Next!"

When the fatty heard the man's voice, his face immediately lit up with excitement. Seeing that Zhang Fan had also walked out, he immediately ran up to him and gave him a big bear hug.

"Release!"

Zhang Fan smiled helplessly. This guy...

The fatty chuckled, then let go of Zhang Fan and left with his head held high.

They arrived outside the main hall and lined up at another place. However, there weren't many people there, about six or seven. Although there were few people, they had to wait for a long time.

The person in charge of receiving the number plate was still a man, but he was as cold and indifferent as the man before him.

Zhang Fan did not waste his breath and directly lowered his plate.

When he saw Zhang Fan was so young, he couldn't help but feel surprised. He then said, "The name of Heaven's Punishment Squad is very good. What kind of medal do you want? Do you want us to design it for you, or do you want to design it for you?"

"Do you have the blueprints?" Zhang Fan asked.

"En!" The man nodded and picked up a pen and a piece of paper.

Zhang Fan's words clearly showed that he had designed it himself. He was also a bit curious. What kind of medal would Zhang Fan design? After all, this medal would be a symbol of their team.

Zhang Fan took the pen and glanced at it. He discovered that it was similar to a brush and was also covered in ink. His master liked to write with a brush, so he had naturally learned it before.

Looking at the piece of paper, Zhang Fan thought for a moment, then began to draw. After he was done, Zhang Fan handed the brush and the piece of paper to the man at the same time.

The word looked around curiously as Zhang Fan had drawn a very beautiful picture. There was a circular surface covered with complex patterns, and there was a magical beast that he had never seen before hanging on it. Furthermore, Zhang Fan had designed all the sides.

From the blueprints, the effects weren't that obvious, so he wanted to see what this medal would look like.

"Captain, vice-captain and members need to be differentiated. How do you plan on distinguishing them?" The man spoke again.

"From the color, I guess." Zhang Fan said, "Captain's is gold, vice-captain's is purple, and team members' is silver."

Hearing this, the man nodded his head and continued to ask, "How many people does your team have?"

"Right now, there are eleven people," Zhang Fan replied. It was because he thought of Yue Yi.

"One medal and one gold coin!" The man spoke again.

Zhang Fan took out an Amethyst Coin and handed it to the man. "I'll be troubling you."

"En, take your plate tomorrow and come back for your medal …" The man took the purple coin and indifferently said.

"Ok." Zhang Fan let out a long breath, then looked at Fatty and said, "Let's go."2

Fatty nodded and followed Zhang Fan outside.

Looking at the two's backs as they left, the man couldn't help but take another look at the medallion with a strange expression. This was probably the first time he had seen such a medallion.

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