Chapter 16 - Fighting Liao Fan to the Death
“Hehe, looks like you’re bursting with confidence after obtaining that fortuitous encounter. You think you can defeat me? Allow me to knock some sense into you!”
Liao Fan mocked, laughing at Chen Fan’s proclamation.
It hadn’t been long since Chen Fan ran into the fortuitous encounter. While his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, he still couldn’t defeat Liao Fan.
Liao Fan coveted Chen Fan’s fortuitous encounter, as it had turned a trash like him into a prodigy. How could he not covet something this extraordinary?
He even killed Yan Zheng with a slash to stop the news from leaking.
Advancing with determined steps, Liao Fan swung his arm, his precious sword gleaming with a cold light and exuding a sharp aura. He mercilessly thrust the sword toward Chen Fan, aiming to end it quickly.
Chen Fan flinched, not daring to take the attack lightly. He didn’t have a weapon; facing Liao Fan’s attack, he either had to dodge or take it head-on.
Chen Fan roared as his primeval qi gathered in his palm, emanating a blinding golden light. A Vajra Seal materialized and collided with the oncoming sword, resulting in a violent clash.
Chen Fan let out a low grunt and was pushed back a step, feeling a stinging pain in his palm. A white mark appeared on his jade-like skin.
Meanwhile, Liao Fan merely trembled for a bit. Looking at Chen Fan with an evil grin, he said, “Now you understand the difference between us. Hand over the fortuitous encounter if you know what’s good for you, and I’ll grant you a quick death. Otherwise, I have plenty of methods to make you spit it out after capturing you. You’ll be wishing for death then.”
The harrowing words fell into Chen Fan’s ears. He knew Liao Fan was trying to pressure him psychologically.
Liao Fan wanted to obtain his fortuitous encounter. So, he absolutely wouldn’t kill him before Chen Fan spilled the beans.
Many thoughts raced through Chen Fan's mind as he realized he had underestimated Liao Fan's cultivation level.
Liao Fan’s cultivation should be at the peak of the fifth level, and he had also practiced a powerful martial skill. His strength was terrifying. Chen Fan wouldn’t be a match for him even if he used all his strength.
“Perhaps if I had achieved minor mastery in the Chakravarti Seal, I would have stood a chance against Liao Fan.” Chen Fan’s eyes shone. Numerous calculations raced through his mind every second as he strategized on how to confront his formidable adversary.
“Little bastard, are you trying to think of a way to deal with me? How funny. All schemes and tricks are nothing but paper in the face of absolute strength. I can tear them apart with a single sword.”
The determination in Chen Fan’s heart rose when he saw the collision pushing back Liao Fan. He laughed out loud as his true nature awoke. He started charging forward like a wild ox, straight toward Liao Fan. Palm seals spread about, covering the area with Chakravarti Seals, locking this space down.
Liao Fan's gaze darkened as he hadn’t expected Chen Fan to become this strong after advancing his martial skill by a small realm. The fact that Chen Fan could push him back ignited a fire within Liao Fan's heart.
Streak after streak of sword light exploded in the air like thunder. Threads of electricity flickered about in the space. Liao Fan's Thunderclap Sword was no ordinary attack; it possessed formidable and impressive powers.
As the battle raged on, Liao Fan found himself at a disadvantage, failing to counter Chen Fan effectively.
The force behind the Chakravarti Seal was both gentle and explosive, astonishing Liao Fan. Chen Fan’s defense was equally remarkable, as every time Liao Fan landed a hit on him with his sword, he felt like he had struck something metallic.
Of course, Liao Fan’s comprehensive strength was still a touch above Chen Fan. Although he couldn’t end the fight, he could beat Chen Fan like a drum, making him throw up blood and give him some deep wounds, cutting a rather sorry figure. However, Chen Fan’s aura grew fiercer the more they fought, his eyes revealing a shade of madness, his desire for battle extremely strong as he roared like an injured lion.
Chen Fan had never fought an expert like Liao Fan before. A bitter battle like this was extremely beneficial to growing his combat experience.
Not only that, after executing the Chakravarti Seal consecutively, Chen Fan felt his mastery growing. He became more skillful and natural at it, steadily inching toward major mastery.
On the contrary, Liao Fan grew increasingly apprehensive the longer they battled, feeling spooked out by Chen Fan.
Chakravarti Seal was obviously a martial skill that consumed extreme amounts of primeval qi. Still, Chen Fan’s primeval qi showed no traces of drying up, even after he was attacking nonstop. This was definitely not something a fourth-level Qigong martial artist could do.
“You damnable little bastard, no wonder you dare to act so arrogant in front of me. You do have some tricks up your sleeve, but you will have to spit out that fortuitous encounter, nonetheless. You will also have to die today. Do you really think the peak stage of the fifth level is my real strength?” said Liao Fan coldly. His aura erupted following his words, rushing toward the seventh level of the Qigong realm.
Boom!
A violent windstorm emanated from Liao Fan, sweeping up sand and rocks. It struck Chen Fan with tremendous force, making him stagger backward with a terrified expression.
“Sixth level of the Qigong realm!”
Chen Fan exclaimed, looking at Liao Fan in shock.
Liao Fan’s aura had become far stronger than before. Chen Fan felt suffocated under his powerful aura.
"I had originally planned to unveil this at the Outer Sect Grand Competition, but I didn't expect to be pushed to this extent by a mere brat like you. Nevertheless, you should feel honored to have forced me to unleash my sixth-level cultivation to deal with you," Liao Fan declared.
Before Chen Fan could react, Liao Fan's figure flashed like a ghost, appearing instantly before him.
The sound of crackling electricity filled the air as Chen Fan witnessed a chilling streak of purple lightning flash before his eyes, followed by a pain in his chest. He let out a miserable shriek and flew more than ten meters back, crashing into the ground. A long, bloody wound adorned his chest, with flesh turned inside out and drenched in blood.