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Yun Fan frowned, his handsome face revealing a chilling expression. He never expected that Yang Feng would dare to threaten him. It seemed this person could not be left alive; sooner or later, he would become a disaster.
A cold voice echoed in the air. "Let’s see who will leave the Arena today."
Hearing this icy tone, Yang Feng snorted disdainfully. There was no need for further conversation; if this brat was so stubborn, then today he would send him to his death. Anyone associated with him would also perish, going down to accompany his brother in the grave. This was the price for daring to offend him.
The disciples around watched the two men on the Arena, their tension palpable. Everyone knew that one of them would surely die today. They were uncertain who would emerge victorious, but most were betting on Yang Feng. Having been in the Heavenly Sword Sect for over a decade, his combat experience was undoubtedly superior. Yun Fan, despite his rapid cultivation breakthrough over just half a year, likely lacked a solid foundation. In a life-and-death struggle, he would certainly not be Yang Feng's match.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the sky, slowly descending towards the Arena—it was Elder Li Qingyang. He glanced at the two combatants and when his gaze fell on Yun Fan, a cold smile crept across his lips as he spoke loudly.
"Have you both thought this through? Once the battle begins, only one of you will survive."
Yun Fan did not waste words and nodded in agreement. Yang Feng hesitated for a moment but ultimately nodded as well; standing on this Arena meant he had accepted the challenge.
Seeing both had agreed, Li Qingyang felt a surge of anticipation. He stepped out of the Arena and activated the Fourth-Grade Superior Formation that enveloped them both. This formation was designed for life-and-death battles; only one could emerge alive before it would dissipate; otherwise, they would remain trapped indefinitely.
A cold smile appeared on Li Qingyang's face as he thought to himself that once the formation activated, only one of them could survive. "Yang Feng must ensure that Yun Fan dies here today."
The surrounding disciples focused intently as the formation took shape, unwilling to miss this clash between Core Disciples.
Yang Feng looked at Yun Fan before unleashing his aura with explosive force—he was at the peak of the Eighth Layer of Xuan Yuan Realm. With a swift motion of his hand, a long sword materialized in his grip, and a cold smile spread across his face.
"Prepare to die today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he charged at Yun Fan with incredible speed. The sword in his hand gleamed brilliantly as he aimed to crush Yun Fan without giving him any chance to react.
Yun Fan let out a cold snort, fully unleashing his own aura as well. The power of the Fifth Layer of Xuan Yuan Realm erupted from him, sweeping through the surroundings with overwhelming force.
The Jiu Yang Sword appeared in his hand, radiating a brilliant light as he swiftly maneuvered towards Yang Feng, ready to engage in battle.
Neither side held back; in just a breath's time, they clashed fiercely, the shadows of their swords flashing continuously, accompanied by the thunderous sounds of their strikes.
The onlookers, consisting of Inner Sect Disciples and Outer Sect Disciples, watched with rapt attention. This was the battle of Core Disciples, and the techniques displayed were beyond their comprehension. Most believed that Yun Fan was destined to die today.
After all, Yang Feng had reached the peak of the Xuan Yuan Realm's eighth layer, while Yun Fan was merely at the fifth layer—a full three realms apart. No matter how strong he was, it would be difficult to bridge that gap.
As the two continued to fight on the Arena, Yang Feng furrowed his brow, feeling somewhat strained.
This kid was only at the fifth layer of the Xuan Yuan Realm, yet his explosive power rivaled that of Yang Feng at the peak of the eighth layer. It sent tremors through his heart. No wonder he had managed to pass the Core Disciple Assessment; this boy possessed combat strength equivalent to that of a Profound Origin Realm Pinnacle.
However, even with such prowess, it was still not enough. With a furious roar, Yang Feng's aura became even more violent as he maximized the spiritual energy from his Dantian. The sword light in his hand surged forth with renewed intensity, its power multiplied several times over.
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