414: He defeated Fang Xin in succession.

Two different offensives surged toward Su Yuan.

Su Yuan still operated the Star Energy Divine Emperor Breathing Technique, but he swapped the crimson meteor spear for the guanxing spear.

Clang!

The guanxing spear plunged into the floor, causing a tremendous explosion.

Most of the frenzied flowing sand surrounding him was shaken into the air. Su Yuan tightly gripped the guanxing spear, and the starting stance of the Uncertain Profound Style appeared.

Locking his gaze onto the spinning earthen brown cone, Su Yuan shifted his feet and rushed straight forward.

Azure light shone throughout the entire Cultivation field. Su Yuan released spear aura, which furiously rubbed against the earthen brown cone, creating a terrifying, sizzling clang.

In Chen Wen Zhi's line of sight, Su Yuan held his spear, countering the strongest strike from his own Vice Hall Master He.

His eyes gradually widened. In just one second, He Yong’s body began to retreat.

Su Yuan lightly shook the guanxing spear in his hand, and the earthen brown cone instantly burst open, turning into countless tiny grains of sand scattered everywhere.

A streak of light, swift as a white colt passing a crack, rushed before He Yong. Su Yuan held the guanxing spear against He Yong's neck. In He Yong's vision, azure light blazed intensely, and the terrifying spear aura emitted a destructive presence.

The scene was similar to when he defeated Zhou Feilei, except He Yong was in slightly better condition.

"I... concede."

He Yong instantly sensed a mortal crisis and hurriedly conceded to Su Yuan.

Retreating a few steps quickly, He Yong gasped for breath and plopped down onto the floor, his heart still pounding with fear.

Even before the battle with Su Yuan began, he had guessed he was no match.

Given President Su's might, since he could quickly defeat Vice Hall Master Zhou, defeating himself was only a matter of time.

But no matter what, President Su should have had to use Law Power against him, right? He never expected Su Yuan merely swapped to a different long spear, upgrading the quality of the long spear in his hand.

When He Yong saw this scene, his heart was extremely complicated.

With his Ninth Realm Middle Stage Realm, he actually didn't possess the strength to force President Su to use Law Power.

This young man is truly a Prodigy.

"Vice Hall Master He... also lost."

Chen Wen Zhi felt a mix of emotions. Now, the Purple Thunder Martial Arts Hall only had Fang Xin, Vice Director Fang, left.

Glancing at He Yong, Chen Wen Zhi passed on the news of Su Yuan's victory.

"President Su has defeated Vice Hall Master He."

The Disciple in the Martial Arts Hall lobby spoke these words with a bitter expression.

He could already anticipate what the crowd outside the Martial Arts Hall would say.

The surrounding eight Martial Arts Hall Disciples were filled with worry and helplessness. How could news arrive so quickly again?

Vice Hall Master He, a Ninth Realm Mid-stage Martial Artist, had actually been defeated as well.

They all prayed internally, hoping that Vice Director Fang could defeat Su Yuan.

With Vice Director Fang's Ninth Realm Peak strength, he should be able to do it, right?

"That's amazing! President Su is in divine form, consecutively defeating Vice Hall Master Zhou and Vice Hall Master He. President Su is truly a model for our generation."

"Why do I feel like President Su defeats his opponents instantly in every round? Otherwise, how could the Purple Thunder Martial Arts Hall Disciples receive the battle report so quickly?"

"It must be so. The strength of the Purple Thunder Martial Arts Hall's Vice Hall Masters simply cannot stop President Su's progress. They might as well just ask Thunder Saint to accept the challenge letter."

"I don't know why Thunder Saint felt the need to set up this preliminary stage. Wouldn't it be easier to just have Vice Director Fang guard the place alone? Why go through the trouble of multiple rounds of combat?"

One of the Martial Arts Hall Disciples was so angered by these words that his mouth twisted, and he nearly rushed out.

Too many common Martial Artists gathered around the Purple Thunder Martial Arts Hall, which meant they would face a lot of idle gossip and criticism.

The Disciples in the lobby wished they could plug their ears with something to avoid hearing it all.

"Trust Vice Director Fang, he will definitely defeat President Su."

The Disciple responsible for receiving Chen Wen Zhi's battle report transmitted his voice to the other Disciples.

While discussions were rampant around them, the Lanxun News about Su Yuan defeating He Yong quickly exploded in popularity, reaching the top searches on the messaging app.

Thus, the top four trending searches on Lanxun News were all about Su Yuan, dominating the hot traffic.

The fourth floor of the Purple Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

He Yong sighed heavily, then forced a smile at Su Yuan and said, "Let's go, President Su. I'll take you to the fifth floor of the Martial Arts Hall to fight Vice Director Fang."

Su Yuan put away the guanxing spear and continued upward with He Yong. Chen Wen Zhi followed quickly.

The fifth floor of the Purple Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

As soon as Su Yuan stepped in, he felt a faint sense of pressure.

In the middle of the Cultivation field sat a handsome man in black martial arts attire, his eyes slightly closed. Beside him lay an unsheathed long sword.

A Sword Cultivator, a Sword Cultivator just like the President.

Su Yuan scanned Fang Xin and thought inwardly.

"President Su."

Fang Xin opened his eyes.

"To be honest, among the younger generation in Xia, you are the undisputed number one. No other young person can compare to you, and even some veteran Ninth Realm Martial Artists are far inferior to you."

"It's already impressive that President Su has made it this far. Your ability to defeat Zhou Feilei and He Yong already proves your strength."

"However."

Fang Xin changed the subject, his eyes filled with sharp intensity.

"Challenging Thunder Saint is still too soon. Although I am not a Martial Saint, I am only one step away from becoming one."

"Why did God Ning choose to distinguish between Ninth Realm Peak and Martial Saint? The gap between Major Achievement Law and Perfection Law is like the difference between heaven and earth."

"With my current strength, facing Thunder Saint would only result in instant defeat."

"Even if you manage to defeat me within fifty moves, I still advise you not to challenge Thunder Saint."

"You will realize what true despair feels like."

"For the sake of your future prospects, you must not lose confidence here."

Fang Xin said a lot of persuasive words to Su Yuan, leaving Su Yuan momentarily stunned.

The implication was that Vice Director Fang did not want him to challenge Thunder Saint, fearing that a setback in confidence might negatively affect his future in the Martial Dao.

Chen Wen Zhi, listening in the corner, found the words somewhat familiar and immediately felt uneasy.

The last person who said something similar was already defeated by President Su—and utterly defeated at that, left without a shred of dignity.

Although Vice Director Fang's words were somewhat subtle, everyone could understand his meaning.

"Vice Director Fang,"

"Let's fight."

A thousand words ultimately condensed into six.

Su Yuan slowly walked up to Fang Xin and spoke to him.

Looking up at the Battle Intent in Su Yuan’s eyes, Fang Xin sighed softly in his heart. In his view, this was sheer stubbornness.

He didn't understand why Su Yuan insisted on challenging the Hall Master. Even if the Hall Master accepted the challenge letter, wouldn't that just be inviting humiliation?

"In that case, I will use my full strength to defeat President Su."

Fang Xin rose to his feet. The long sword beside his foot trembled slightly, emitting a low hum.

Seeing this, He Yong quickly retreated far away, coming next to Chen Wen Zhi and stepping inside the protective barrier the Hall Master had set up around them.

The two stood very close, afraid that the Hall Master's protective barrier wouldn't cover them.

Clang!

The long sword left its sheath and fell into Fang Xin's hand, and an incredibly sharp Sword Momentum erupted from his body.

Fang Xin stared at the long sword in his hand and whispered softly, "This sword is named Tianqing Sword, its quality is Ninth Tier Peak."

"It has been with me since I advanced to Ninth Tier Peak more than ten years ago."

"Today, I will let it defeat President Su."

After speaking, Fang Xin's black martial arts attire moved without wind, and hundreds of invisible Sword Qi gradually surged around him, spreading throughout Su Yuan's vicinity.

The next moment, a phantom long sword appeared behind Fang Xin. Flipping the Tianqing Sword in his hand, he swung out a straight silver Sword Ray.