Ning Fan's Improvement!

"Little brother, take this!"

Seeing that Ning Fan was prepared, Zhao Yan'er's figure blurred as she closed the distance in a flash. Raising her hand, her slender, sharp nails aimed straight for Ning Fan's chest.

Before today, for Ning Fan to dodge this strike...

...would have been absolutely impossible!!

In Zhao Yan'er's eyes...

...a single move...

...would be enough to take Ning Fan down!!

However, the instant her blade-like nails were about to pierce his chest, Ning Fan suddenly shifted to the side. He effortlessly evaded her inevitable attack and simultaneously raised his hand, throwing a punch toward Zhao Yan'er's shoulder.

"What!?"

Seeing that Ning Fan could actually dodge and even use the momentum to counterattack, Zhao Yan'er's pupils shrank uncontrollably for a moment.

In just one week, Ning Fan's improvement was this tremendous!?

Unimaginable!

Zhao Yan'er instinctively raised her hand, using her palm to block his incoming fist.

Bang—

Fist and palm collided with a heavy thud, sending a wave of qi surging outward from the point of impact.

Screech—

With her feet planted firmly on the ground, Zhao Yan'er was forced back violently toward the edge of the arena. She did not stop sliding until she was several meters behind her starting position.

Two deep drag marks were left on the stone floor of the arena.

Ning Fan raised his hand and looked at his knuckles, a satisfied expression surfacing on his face.

Profound Extreme Realm, Fourth Layer!

Exerting his full strength.

All Spirit Marks fully roused!

Being able to clash head-on with a Personal Disciple-this result left Ning Fan entirely satisfied.

This was only natural!!

However, what Ning Fan considered natural appeared to everyone else as absurd as a boat sailing on dry land or a fire burning underwater.

"This..."

"Am I seeing things? In that head-on clash just now, did Ning Fan actually gain the upper hand?"

"You can't say he gained the upper hand. Personal Disciple Zhao wasn't using her full strength; it was only a probe. She underestimated him."

"Wait, what nonsense are you spouting? Even if a Personal Disciple is careless, it's far beyond what an ordinary Ranking Disciple could withstand, right!?"

"Ah???"

"Just what kind of freak is this Ning Fan?"

"His cultivation is at the Profound Extreme Realm, Fourth Layer?!"

Waves of discussion erupted. The crowd was shocked not only by the strength Ning Fan displayed, but also by his cultivation base-Profound Extreme Realm, Fourth Layer.

This level of cultivation could only be considered average among the Ranking Disciples.

But one had to remember a crucial point-

This so-called 'comparison with Ranking Disciples' was measuring him against the previous batch, or even the batch before that.

Ning Fan was a new disciple who had joined the sect less than a month ago. The cultivation resources he had received and the time he had spent cultivating...

...were far less than those of a normal Ranking Disciple.

Yet even under these circumstances, Ning Fan's cultivation had still reached the Profound Extreme Realm, Fourth Layer...

In truth, the cultivation aura Ning Fan presented to others was slightly confusing-

First, the Profound Extreme Realm, Third Layer; then he displayed the peak of the Yellow Extreme Realm multiple times; and now, he was at the Profound Extreme Realm, Fourth Layer.

Anyone who had closely followed his shifting realms would be completely baffled. But for the vast majority of people...

...seeing the Profound Extreme Realm, Fourth Layer was enough.

Ninth Elder Zhao Bo's gaze locked onto Zhao Yan'er like a hawk. His first reaction was that she was holding back.

But upon closer inspection, he could tell that the clash had been a genuine, solid collision. Aside from Zhao Yan'er underestimating her opponent slightly, she had made no mistakes.

"This Ning Fan..." Ninth Elder Zhao Bo muttered. His gaze toward Ning Fan brimmed with sinister coldness. He once again felt immense remorse-regretting that he had not slain the boy in a single strike back then.

"But it doesn't matter. Zhao Yan'er will drag him to the Zhao family."

The Ninth Elder's tone was resolute.

He refused to believe...

...that Ning Fan could actually defeat Zhao Yan'er on this arena!

"Little brother, you're quite interesting."

"If I don't show some real strength, it seems big sister won't be able to take you down."

Zhao Yan'er narrowed her eyes slightly.

The next moment.

The spiritual power around her began to surge wildly. Terrifying spiritual energy condensed upon her fingernails, forming visible streams of flowing light that swirled around them like ribbons.

Beneath the sunlight, those nails glinted with the sharpness of naked blades.

"Profound Extreme Realm, Seventh Layer."

Sensing the spiritual power fluctuations radiating from Zhao Yan'er, Ning Fan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Her cultivation was a bit higher than he had estimated.

But it did not matter. Today, even if Zhao Yan'er possessed an even higher realm, he would still fight and claim victory!!

"Come!"

Ning Fan's battle intent soared. He stomped fiercely on the ground, his body shooting toward Zhao Yan'er like a cannonball.

"Good timing!"

Zhao Yan'er neither dodged nor evaded. She swung her palm out, clawing toward his fist. Piercing spiritual power coated her nails...

...aiming straight for Ning Fan's knuckles.

Rip—

After the clash of fist and palm, Ning Fan and Zhao Yan'er both retreated half a step, barely fighting to a stalemate.

In reality, however, Zhao Yan'er had not suffered any injury.

As for Ning Fan...

...his fist bore several bloody gashes, sliced open by Zhao Yan'er's sharp nails.

Ning Fan stared intently at Zhao Yan'er's nails. They were not merely weapons; they clearly carried the effects of a martial skill.

In close-quarters combat, they held a tremendous advantage!

If Ning Fan lacked his own methods, there would be no point in continuing this melee exchange; it would only lead to a dead end.

"However, I have my own methods too."

Ning Fan muttered to himself. As his voice faded, a black mist began to coil around his arm. The dark energy spread downward, eventually manifesting the phantom image of a flood dragon over his palm.

"Dragon Snake Evolution Hand!"

Held at the ready without being released, it serves as a weapon itself!

The moment Ning Fan formed the flood dragon phantom, Zhao Yan'er struck again with her clawed hand. Her sharp nails tore through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound...

...truly enough to shake one's soul.

Ning Fan neither dodged nor evaded. Raising his hand, he wielded the roaring flood dragon phantom and met her razor-sharp nails head-on.

Clang—

Their clash actually produced the sharp ringing of metal striking metal, leaving the onlookers in absolute astonishment.

But locked in combat, Ning Fan and Zhao Yan'er had no time to ponder it.

"Come!"

Ning Fan brought his other hand around, launching a punch at Zhao Yan'er. Likewise, she did not dodge, meeting the strike forcefully.

How could she, a Personal Disciple, dodge an attack from a mere Ranking Disciple!?

Bang—

Fist met fist, erupting in another violent wave of qi. Ning Fan stood rooted to the spot, while Zhao Yan'er's upper body was forced backward...

...causing her to stumble slightly for a fleeting moment.

Fortunately, she stabilized herself instantly. However, the shock in her eyes was beyond measure. If the previous clash was due to her carelessness, how could her power still be slightly inferior to Ning Fan's now that she was exerting her full strength!?

Was this reality!?

"Again!"

Ning Fan's eyes gleamed with sharp light, excitement flashing within them. Since he had the advantage, he would press it relentlessly. Fiercely swinging his fist...

...he struck at Zhao Yan'er once more!!

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