After that, they rested for half a day. Most of their injuries were basically healed. Only Feng Wujiang's hand was not fully healed, but it would not affect his battle prowess.
"The first match is won by Drifting Sword!" Little Helper walked over again, but he was slightly dispirited. He continued, "The second match is between Zhang Fan and Ming Yu!"
Zhang Fan silently stood up and walked towards the arena.
Ming Yu glanced at Zhang Fan and then at Zhao Yuande. She couldn't help but hesitate a little.
However, after a few breaths, her face became determined again. She strode towards the arena.
Zhang Fan's strength was obvious. Especially in the battle just now, he summoned a lightning cauldron and forced Demon Blade back. That power was still lingering in everyone's eyes.
Ming Yu was not weaker than the others. She could hide in the void and wait for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack. If she did not seize the opportunity to send Little Helper flying, the battle would not have ended so quickly.
As soon as Ming Yu entered the arena, her body immediately hid in the void. No matter what method they used, they could not detect her position.
At this moment, Zhang Fan, who was standing still in the arena, could not help but frown slightly. His opponent's concealment method was too good. Even he could not detect any trace of her.
However, this did not scare Zhang Fan. No matter how good his opponent was at hiding, she would eventually appear. As soon as she appeared, he would be able to defeat her instantly.
He clearly saw Ming Yu's true strength. Although she could pose a threat to him with her concealment, she could not truly injure him.
He was very patient. He just stood in the arena without moving an inch!
No one knew how long the two of them were in a stalemate. Some people lost their patience and felt a little sleepy. This kind of battle was too boring.
The sun that was hanging in the sky quietly set below the huge building in the distance. When the last ray of sunlight swept across Zhang Fan's determined face, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.
An almost undetectable black light suddenly emerged from less than ten meters behind him.
It was a short sword that was a foot long. It was completely black and did not have the slightest trace of sharpness. It was as if it was just an ordinary dagger.
Zhang Fan did not turn around at this moment. A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Chi!"
The short sword in Ming Yu's hand silently stabbed towards the back of Zhang Fan's neck. It was like a willow branch fluttering in the wind, not threatening at all.
Just as the dagger was about to touch the skin on Zhang Fan's neck, before Ming Yu could show a proud expression, a big hand suddenly pierced through the void and grabbed Ming Yu's dagger.
Ming Yu looked at the hole in the void in disbelief. She saw Zhang Fan reach his arm into the void and immediately understood the difference between her and Zhang Fan.
The other party's physical body was so strong that it could tear through the void. Even if his dagger pierced the other party's neck, it might not even be able to cut through the other party's skin!
"I admit defeat!" Ming Yu immediately let go of the short sword in her hand and quickly retreated. She shouted out the words that made her feel pain.
Zhang Fan was not an aggressive person. He threw the short sword in his hand to the other party and turned to leave the training ground.
"Zhang Fan wins!" Little Helper looked at Zhang Fan and nodded slightly.
Zhang Fan walked back to his seat and smiled at Little Helper.
"The third round, Zhao Yuande versus Feng Wujiang!" Little Helper looked at Zhao Yuande and Feng Wujiang.
"Alright! I'm not Zhao Yuande's match. I give up! " Feng Wujiang waved his hand and looked at Jian Piaoling who was not far away. "Jian Piaoling, I think you should just give up. The difference between us and these two monsters is not just one level!"
Jian Piaoling looked at Feng Wujiang, then looked at Zhao Yuande and Zhang Fan. He could not help but smile helplessly.
"Alright! I'll lose anyway! " Jian Piaoling stood up and walked towards Feng Wujiang and Ming Yu. Although he admitted that he was not as strong as Zhao Yuande and Zhang Fan, he was far stronger than the group of people who had given up in the beginning.
Birds of a feather flock together. She felt that she had nothing in common with those people.
"Alright! That's what I wanted to say too! The final battle will begin between Zhao Yuande and Zhang Fan. Let's begin! " Little Helper saw that Jian Piaoling and Feng Wujiang were tactful and nodded lightly at them. He then looked at Zhao Yuande and Ming Yu with intense hope in his eyes. He had long wanted to see the final battle between the two.
"Brother Zhang, please!" Zhao Yuande looked at Zhang Fan with a faint smile on his face. However, his heart was heavy. This person gave him a dangerous feeling.
This was the first time he had felt this from someone of the same age as him. He knew that he might have encountered the greatest enemy of his life. His opponent's physique was no weaker than his, and his soul was no weaker than his. Moreover, his opponent was three levels higher than him. This battle could only be decided by treasures.
Zhang Fan, who was standing opposite him, also felt an invisible pressure. Zhang Fan was a proud son of the heavens. He had been outstanding since he was young. After his master discovered his strong constitution, he was sent to his current sect, the Imperial Thunder Sect.
He had kept a low profile in the Lightning-Controlling Sect, but he had risen to fame in the Central Divine Realm under the alias of the God of Thunder. He had defeated his peers time and time again and finally succeeded in becoming the number one genius of the Central Divine Realm.
However, his master had died in an accident. Before he died, he had left a message for him to take care of the Lightning-Controlling Sect.
The people of the Lightning-Controlling Sect didn't know that such a person had appeared in their sect, so they didn't pay much attention to Zhang Fan. Because his master had died, many people with ulterior motives wanted to seize what his master had left for him.
In the end, Zhang Fan exploded and killed all those people with ulterior motives. He was extremely disappointed by the inaction of the sect's ancestors and left the Lightning-Controlling Sect in anger.
Since then, he had drifted around the Central Divine Realm, tempering himself. In the end, he caught the attention of his master and became his disciple. Only then did he have the opportunity to come to the Palace of Empress Wa to seize this opportunity.
Zhang Fan slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Yuande.
When their eyes met, they both saw the excitement in each other's eyes. It was the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.
"Please!"
Zhang Fan didn't hesitate. With a flash, he came in front of Zhao Yuande and punched at Zhao Yuande's chest.
Zhao Yuande naturally didn't dare to take it lightly. He also punched back.
The two men's fists and feet collided, but there was no earth-shattering sound. There was only a dull sound.
Every time they collided, it seemed ordinary. In fact, they had completely controlled their strength. They didn't leak any of it except when they collided with each other.
Otherwise, with their terrifying power, the surrounding void would have been torn to shreds.
Most people couldn't help frowning slightly when they saw this scene. They couldn't understand. The fight between the two was like a fight between two mortal Martial Masters. There was no grand momentum at all.
At this moment, Feng Wujiang's face was full of excitement as he looked at Zhao Yuande and Feng Wujiang with excitement.
"You can understand it?" Jian Piaoling looked at Feng Wujiang's expression and scratched his head.
"Good! Wonderful! I didn't waste my life! "Feng Wujiang gave three comments, each one higher than the last.
"Is that so?" Jian Piaoling turned to look at Ming Yu. Seeing her eyes flickering from time to time, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "You can understand it too?"
"A little!" Ming Yu was a woman of few words. Coupled with the fact that she was watching the fight attentively, it was good enough that she could say two words.
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