Chapter 1596: Unyielding Battle, Chapter Two
Ye Fan's body trembled, blood spraying from his mouth as he was sent flying backward. The opponent's attack was too fierce, each strike carrying the power to shatter mountains and rivers. He steadied himself, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes growing even more resolute.
"Your strength is only this much?" The enemy sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "If that's all you've got, then today will be the day you fall."
Ye Fan took a deep breath, the Primordial Qi Cauldron floating above his head, emitting a hazy radiance. He had faced countless life-and-death battles and would never yield easily. "Don't be too arrogant. The outcome is still undecided."
The surrounding void trembled as the two figures clashed once more. Ye Fan's fists blazed with golden light, the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist erupting with overwhelming force. Every punch seemed to tear the heavens apart, causing the enemy's expression to shift slightly.
"Not bad, you've got some skill." The enemy snorted coldly, his palm forming a seal, and a vast handprint descended from the sky—the Void Great Hand Seal. The two forces collided, producing a thunderous roar that shook the entire battlefield.
Ye Fan's body flickered as he executed the Stride Art, his figure appearing and disappearing unpredictably. He knew that in a head-on clash, he was at a slight disadvantage, so he had to use speed to find an opening. The enemy was no slouch either, his perception sharp as he continuously blocked Ye Fan's attacks.
"Running away won't save you!" The enemy roared, his aura surging as a golden sacred domain expanded outward, trapping Ye Fan within. "Today, I'll show you what true power is!"
Ye Fan felt the pressure around him, but instead of panicking, he grew calmer. The Great Dao Vase appeared behind him, devouring the surrounding energy, while the All Secret activated, doubling his strength in an instant. He clenched his fist, and a beam of light shot into the sky, directly shattering the golden domain.
"What?!" The enemy was shocked, never expecting Ye Fan to break free so easily.
"Now it's my turn!" Ye Fan shouted, his figure flashing as he appeared before the enemy, his fist slamming down like a meteor. The enemy hastily raised his arms to block, but was sent flying by the immense force, crashing heavily to the ground.
"You forced me to do this!" The enemy climbed to his feet, a ferocious look in his eyes. He formed hand seals, and a black divine sword appeared in his hand—the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword. The sword hummed, emitting a terrifying pressure that made the void tremble.
Ye Fan's expression grew serious. He could sense the power of that sword, a genuine Extreme Imperial Weapon. He didn't dare be careless, channeling all his strength as the Primordial Qi Cauldron hummed, colliding with the black divine sword.
Boom!
The two weapons clashed, sending out ripples that swept across the surroundings, shattering mountains and cracking the earth. Ye Fan felt a surge of blood and qi, nearly spitting out blood again, but he gritted his teeth and held on.
"Die!" The enemy roared, the black divine sword slashing down, carrying a power that could destroy everything. Ye Fan's eyes flashed as he suddenly executed the One Qi Transforms into Three Purities, splitting into three figures to attack the enemy from different directions.
"What?!" The enemy was caught off guard, barely blocking two attacks but failing to dodge the third. Ye Fan's fist heavily struck his chest, causing him to cough up blood and stagger backward.
"Good opportunity!" Ye Fan didn't let up, pressing forward with the Immortal King Overlooking the Nine Heavens, a majestic figure appearing behind him, pressing down on the enemy. The enemy's face changed drastically as he hurriedly retreated, but it was too late. The figure's palm slammed down, sending him flying.
"You...!" The enemy's eyes were filled with disbelief. He never imagined that Ye Fan, who was clearly at a disadvantage, could suddenly unleash such power.
Ye Fan stood still, his breathing slightly ragged. This battle had consumed a great deal of his energy, but he knew he couldn't show weakness. "If you have any more tricks, bring them on. I'll take them all."
The enemy's expression shifted between anger and shame. He had never suffered such humiliation before. "Good, very good. I'll remember this. Next time we meet, I'll make sure you die without a burial place!" After saying this, he turned and vanished into the distance.
Ye Fan watched the enemy's retreating figure, finally letting out a long breath. He knew this was just the beginning, and even more terrifying enemies awaited him ahead. But he had no regrets. On the path of cultivation, retreat was never an option.
"Ye Fan, are you alright?" A voice came from afar. It was Big Black Dog and the others rushing over.
"I'm fine." Ye Fan shook his head, a trace of fatigue in his eyes. "Let's go. We need to find a place to recover first."
Big Black Dog nodded, not asking further. It knew that Ye Fan had his own pride and wouldn't easily show weakness.
The group left the battlefield, heading deeper into the mountains. Ye Fan looked up at the sky, his gaze firm. No matter how many difficulties lay ahead, he would keep moving forward until he reached the pinnacle.