ATPnovel Chapter 532 Chen fought for Li Changhe! You flatter me!
Chapter 532 Chen fought for Li Changhe! You flatter me!
After the footsteps faded into the distance, Chen Fan took out the wooden staff again.
He sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, placed the wooden staff horizontally on his knees, and probed into it with his divine sense.
The internal structure of the wooden staff resembles a miniature natural array, with layers of wood grain interwoven to form an extremely ingenious seal.
The core of the seal is that emerald green bead, which contains a fist-sized ball of dark green light.
The light was like a beating heart, each beat radiating an intensely dense, suffocating wood-attribute primordial power.
"It really is a primordial wood source," Chen Fan murmured.
The Primordial Wood Source, like the Breath of Earth and the Essence of Earth's Core Fire, is an extremely precious source of the Five Elements.
A spiritual object of this caliber would be enough to cause chaos even in the Great Yu Cultivation Kingdom!
Li Changhe obtained this wooden staff from who-knows-where, yet he treated it as an ordinary low-level magic weapon, truly a waste of its precious resource.
Chen Fan took a deep breath and put the wooden staff into his storage bag.
Now is not the time to refine it.
He can enter the golden bowl space to refine it slowly when he has enough free time.
The most important thing right now is tomorrow's competition.
Chen Fan closed his eyes and re-entered a state of breath regulation.
Silent all night.
The next morning, the training ground was once again bustling with activity.
After the first day of eliminations, only 35 people remained out of the initial 70. Today's competition is even more brutal, as each match will determine whether someone can enter the top 32, just one step away from the top 10.
Chen Fan has two matches today.
One of the matches was his own, and his opponent was a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator from Hundred Herbs Valley.
The other match was to fight in place of Li Changhe, against a mid-stage Core Formation sword cultivator from the Golden Sword Sect.
His own match was scheduled for the first round.
When he stepped onto the ring, there was already someone standing opposite him.
She was a young woman dressed in a green robe, with a beautiful face, but her eyes held a coldness.
She held a bright green gourd in her hand, with a faint green mist swirling around its mouth.
"Baicao Valley, Liu Qingqing," the woman announced her name, her voice cool and clear.
"Chen Mu, from Shangyun Sect." Chen Fan cupped his hands in greeting.
Without saying a word, Liu Qingqing opened the gourd.
A thick, impenetrable green poisonous mist surged from the gourd, churning in the air like a living thing, and in the blink of an eye, it filled half of the arena.
Wherever the poisonous fog passed, the dark blue stone ground hissed and corroded, and shallow dents were carved into the hard stone surface.
Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged as he raised his right hand and gently waved it.
A grayish-white light surged forth like a tide, completely enveloping the spreading poisonous fog.
The next moment, the poisonous fog seemed to be squeezed by an invisible hand, suddenly contracting and reforming into a fist-sized green sphere, hovering three inches above Chen Fan's palm.
This is precisely the state of mind of tranquility!
Liu Qingqing's expression changed drastically. She desperately tried to control the green gourd in her hand, but the poisonous mist was completely out of her control, as if it had escaped her control entirely.
Chen Fan flicked his finger, and the cloud of poisonous mist flew back, hovering three feet in front of Liu Qingqing. It neither moved forward nor dissipated, but just floated there quietly.
Liu Qingqing's face turned deathly pale instantly.
She got it.
He was telling her that he had countless ways to make her reap what she sowed.
She had personally concocted this poisonous mist, and she knew better than anyone how potent it was. She herself had no antidote for anyone who came into contact with it.
"I... admit defeat." Liu Qingqing gritted her teeth and uttered the three words with difficulty.
Chen Fan nodded, and with a casual wave of his hand, the cloud of poisonous mist vanished without a trace.
A murmur of discussion immediately arose from the audience.
The disciples of Baicao Valley had complex expressions, and their gazes toward Chen Fan held a hint of apprehension.
They knew better than anyone how potent Liu Qingqing's poisonous mist was; Foundation Establishment cultivators would die instantly upon contact, and even Core Formation cultivators would have to give it a wide berth. Yet this Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection disciple from the Shangyun Sect had actually dispelled the poisonous mist with a wave of his hand, and even turned the tables on Liu Qingqing.
Is this really the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment?
Chen Fan ignored the discussions below the stage, turned around and walked off the stage, returning to the spectator stand.
About half an hour later, it was Li Changhe's turn to compete.
Chen Fan stood up and walked towards the arena.
A person was already standing on the arena. He was a middle-aged swordsman dressed in a golden robe, with a cold and stern face, and a golden longsword hanging at his waist.
He stood there, his entire being like a drawn sword, radiating a sharp sword intent.
It was Han Tieyi, a sword cultivator in the mid-stage of Core Formation from the Golden Sword Sect.
Han Tieyi frowned slightly when he saw that it was Chen Fan, not Li Changhe, stepping onto the stage: "Who are you? Where is Li Changhe?"
"Shangyun Sect, Chen Mu. He will represent Li Changhe in the battle," Chen Fan said calmly.
A hint of disdain flashed in Han Tieyi's eyes: "A Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator dares to substitute for you in battle? That old fox Li Changhe sent you here to die, didn't he?"
Chen Fan did not respond, but simply placed his hand on the iron sword at his waist.
Han Tieyi snorted coldly and said no more, drawing his golden sword from his waist.
The moment the golden sword was drawn, a golden sword beam over ten feet long pierced through the air, as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder.
The swordsmen of the Golden Sword Sect are known for their fierce attacks, and the power of this sword strike is far greater than that of Zhao Wuji's sword strike yesterday.
Chen Fan did not take the attack head-on. Instead, he shifted his feet and moved three feet to the side like a ghost, barely avoiding the sword's edge.
The sword's edge grazed his clothes, striking the protective array at the edge of the arena and creating a faint ripple.
A hint of surprise flashed in Han Tieyi's eyes, but his hands did not stop for a moment, and he unleashed the second, third and fourth sword strikes in succession.
Golden sword light crisscrossed, weaving a dense, impenetrable net that sealed off all of Chen Fan's escape routes.
Chen Fan dodged left and right in the sword net, his figure as elusive as a willow catkin in the wind, narrowly avoiding the sword's edge each time.
He didn't retaliate; he just kept dodging, retreating, and dodging again.
Li Changhe, watching from the audience, broke out in a sweat.
He asked Chen Fan to fight in his place so that he could win, not so that he could hide.
What he didn't know was that Chen Fan didn't make a move not because he couldn't win, but because he was using Han Tieyi's sword intent as a whetstone to hone his own understanding of swordsmanship.
Han Tieyi's sword is indeed excellent.
With a cultivation level of mid-stage Core Formation and a minor mastery of sword intent, he is considered one of the best in the Golden Sword Sect.
But in Chen Fan's eyes, this level of sword intent was still too immature.
After ten moves, Chen Fan had figured out Han Tieyi's sword style perfectly.
His swordsmanship follows a fierce and aggressive path, overwhelming opponents with sheer force and winning through speed. But strength is prone to breakage, and speed is prone to chaos.
Chen Fan stopped dodging.
He drew his longsword, Eleven, from his waist.
The sword looked ordinary, but in Chen Fan's hand it suddenly burst forth with a grayish-white sword light.
The sword intent of cause and effect.
Han Tieyi only felt a blur before his eyes, and an unavoidable sword aura locked onto him.
The feeling was extremely strange, as if the opponent's sword was not aimed at his body, but at his karma!
No matter how he dodges, this sword will definitely land on his weak point.
He roared, and the golden sword light surged forth, meeting the gray-white sword light head-on.
The moment the two swords clashed, Han Tieyi felt a violent tremor in his tiger's mouth. A strange force pierced through the swords, scattering the spiritual energy within his body.
He grunted and retreated seven steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the dark blue stone ground.
Chen Fan remained completely still.
He sheathed his iron sword and said calmly, "Thank you for your concession."
Han Tieyi looked down at his sword-wielding hand; the web between his thumb and forefinger was cracked, and blood dripped down the hilt.
He opened his mouth, but in the end only nodded bitterly: "Fellow Daoist Chen, your methods are excellent. I, Han, concede defeat."
After saying that, he sheathed his sword, turned around, and walked off the stage.