Chapter 1614
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As time gradually passed, it was already noon. The Blood Martial Arena in the western district of the inner city was already filled with people.
Most of these people were the core disciples of the Shrine Pavilion. Among them were the upper echelons of various ancient martial clans. Even the five pavilion masters of the five pavilions had made a rare appearance in the viewing area outside the Blood Martial Arena. This scale was comparable to the Martial Arts Conference held by the Shrine Pavilion.
As the Black Robed Deacon of the Assignment Hall, Long Bufan had also successfully broken the record of the Hundred Slaughter Array that no one had been able to complete in a thousand years during the Sky Hall's test. Just these two points alone were enough to attract the attention of many people.
On the other hand, Zhang Huayun represented the top ten young geniuses of the Shrine Pavilion. Moreover, he was the one who was expected to take over the Zhang Clan's power in the future.
The battle between the two of them was not enough to attract the attention of many clans, forces, and upper echelons of the Shrine Pavilion.
The reason why they were paying attention to this battle was because of the significance of the power behind it!
One was the Black Robed Deacon of the Assignment Hall, while the other was a clan's genius. Their battle also symbolized the battle between the Assignment Hall and the clans that occupied the Shrine Pavilion.
At this moment, there was only one minute left until noon.
In the private room, Long Bufan burped and slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand. He tilted his head and looked at the sky outside. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he softly muttered, "Now that I've had my fill, it's time to exercise."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Murong Yin, Long Ya, and the others could react, Long Bufan had already disappeared from his seat, leaving only a faint afterimage behind.
In the western district square of the inner city, Zhang Huayun had already arrived. He stood upright on a blood-red stone platform as he waited for Long Bufan's arrival with a gloomy expression.
This blood-red stone platform was the Blood Martial Arena that the inner city used to resolve conflicts between the disciples of the Shrine Pavilion. It was made of hard blood jade and was about two meters tall. At this height, even if there were many spectators, they would still be able to ignore it.
As they waited, a minute passed in the blink of an eye, but Long Bufan still did not appear.
Just when the disciples of the Shrine Pavilion were getting impatient and even thought that Long Bufan had fled to avoid the battle, a sharp sound of wind breaking suddenly came from the horizon not far away!
"Whoosh —!"
After which, a ray of light flashed past. A black human figure, accompanied by a sharp Yuan Power fluctuation, appeared in the sky above the Blood Martial Stage in the blink of an eye like a ghost under the countless number of gazes.
"Long Bufan!"
The appearance of the young figure immediately attracted countless gazes. All of them gathered on the human figure suspended in midair. Immediately, their gazes gradually became fiery hot!
This person was undoubtedly Long Bufan. The time he arrived was exactly at noon, and it was no later than noon.
Sensing Long Bufan's appearance, Zhang Huayun slowly raised her head. Her gaze was indifferent as she looked at the figure. Her eyes were slowly filled with a cold killing intent.
Today's battle was one that he could not afford to lose!
Because the outcome of this battle wasn't just related to Zhang Huayun's future in the Martial Dao, it was related to his dignity as well. Two days ago, the Dragonbone Scale Spear in the auction house had automatically acknowledged Long Bufan as its master, and it caused him to be utterly humiliated!
Therefore, Long Bufan had to die today. Moreover, he had already made preparations for this battle. He had sufficient confidence and trump cards to ensure that Long Bufan had no chance of survival.
"That fellow is quite courageous. He actually dares to come and duel with Zhang Huayun."
"I was worried that he would flee. I bet twenty thousand contribution points that this brat will die under Zhang Huayun's sword. If he doesn't come, my twenty thousand contribution points will be gone."
"Haha, what a coincidence. I also bet twenty thousand contribution points. That's all I have."
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