30: Chapter 30 Qingyue, that silly girl, just how much suffering did she endure last night!

Noon was approaching.

The Hehuan Sect's Martial Arts Arena was already packed with people.

Ye Fan, dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, stood in the very center of the arena stage.

Several Pill Pavilion Disciples below the stage were busily stoking the fires of excitement, drawing bursts of cheers from the crowd.

"Why hasn't that Cao Kun arrived yet? He didn't run away at the last minute, did he?"

"Shrinking turtle! Soft-rice-eating trash!"

"He defiled Senior Sister Leng's reputation; he doesn't dare show up to face his death!"

Listening to the discussions below the stage, a mocking sneer curled at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth.

Just as the crowd was beginning to lose patience, with some even shouting for the Law Enforcement Hall to go to Lianxiang Peak to arrest him—

A sudden commotion broke out at the edge of the crowd.

The Disciples involuntarily parted to both sides, clearing a path.

Cao Kun strode forward.

He wore a cyan robe, hands tucked into his sleeves, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Arriving at the edge of the stage,

Cao Kun's toes lightly tapped the ground.

His figure soared into the air, landing steadily on the other side of the stage, facing Ye Fan from across the distance.

"Kid, I thought you were too afraid of death to come," Ye Fan said, his eyes cold and sinister.

Cao Kun didn't bother to respond, turning his head to look at the viewing platform.

Seeing the main character take his place, Wang Zhenshan set down his teacup.

His voice, infused with Spiritual Qi, spread throughout the entire arena.

"You must all know the rules of the Life-and-Death Platform."

"Once on this stage, all grievances are settled. Not only is victory decided, but life and death as well!"

"Fate is in the hands of the heavens; no one is allowed to interfere! Begin!"

The moment the words fell,

Ye Fan did not hesitate to take a crimson Medicinal Pill from his storage ring and swallow it.

A Grade Three Explosive Qi Pill.

The pill entered his stomach.

A dull roar echoed from within Ye Fan's body.

His original Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment Aura climbed at a visible rate.

Violent Spiritual Qi fluctuations swept outward with him as the center.

The wind caused ripples to flow across the Formation light screen at the edge of the stage.

Late Stage Foundation Establishment!

The sound of the entire crowd gasping for air merged into one.

"What kind of pill is that? It can actually force a Breakthrough to the next minor Realm!"

"This pressure... it's too terrifying!"

"The Pill Pavilion's foundation is too deep. How can he fight this? Cao Kun is dead for sure!"

The spectating crowd turned pale with shock.

In their eyes, this duel had completely lost all suspense.

"Go to hell! Trash!"

Feeling the surging power within his body, Ye Fan roared and attacked Cao Kun.

Crimson fire-attribute Spiritual Qi condensed on his fists, sealing off all of Cao Kun's paths of retreat.

The Pill Pavilion's ultimate technique: Blazing Sun Explosive Fist.

Many timid female Disciples below the stage had already covered their eyes.

It was as if they could already see the tragic sight of Cao Kun being blasted into charcoal in the next second.

In the center of the stage, Cao Kun's expression remained calm.

He flipped his wrist.

Two yellow paper Talismans slid into his palm.

Slap! Slap!

The Talismans were accurately slapped onto his legs and arms.

The Talisman paper instantly burned, turning into two streaks of cyan and yellow light that entered Cao Kun's Meridians.

Advanced Wind-Riding Talisman! Advanced giant strength talisman!

The wind from the Blazing Sun Fist howled toward him, the heat wave hitting his face.

Cao Kun did not retreat.

He lightly slid his toe to the left.

Swoosh!

The crowd below only saw a cyan afterimage.

Ye Fan's sure-kill punch grazed the tip of Cao Kun's nose and missed.

The violent fire Spiritual Qi slammed into the Formation screen behind, rippling out a massive halo of fire.

Having missed his strike, Ye Fan's pupils constricted.

Before he could recover his balance,

Cao Kun had already appeared at his side.

With the triple strength boost from the Advanced giant strength talisman, Cao Kun's right arm muscles bulged.

With a backhand, a plain and unremarkable swing of his fist slammed solidly into Ye Fan's left cheek.

Bang!

A dull thud.

Ye Fan was hit so hard he spun halfway around like a top, stumbling and nearly falling to his knees.

His cheek swelled high, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

If not for the quasi-Profound Rank Magical Artifact "golden thread robe" lighting up with golden light the moment it was hit to deflect ninety percent of the force, this punch would have been enough to snap his cervical vertebrae.

The entire arena fell silent.

Everyone's eyes widened.

An Early Stage of Foundation Establishment not only dodged a full-power strike from a Late Stage Foundation Establishment but also sent him flying with a backhand slap?

"Bastard!"

Ye Fan touched his swollen cheek, completely losing his mind.

"You dare act arrogant by relying on a few crappy Talismans!"

"Today, I'll show you exactly what kind of insurmountable chasm lies between the Early Stage and the Late Stage!"

Ye Fan's hands quickly formed seals, and the Spiritual Qi in his body surged frantically into his arms.

At the same time.

In the inner chamber of the main hall of Lianxiang Peak.

Yu Linglong leaned against a cloud bed, a water mirror floating before her.

The mirror displayed the scene on the stage.

Seeing Cao Kun using Talismans to dodge, Yu Linglong curled her lip.

"This Rebellious Disciple is certainly willing to spend a fortune."

But her body remained tense.

Between the fingers of her right hand, a Void-Piercing Displacement Talisman was already gripped tight.

Talismans were external items after all; once their efficacy faded, Cao Kun would absolutely be unable to withstand the Late Stage Foundation Establishment Ye Fan.

She was already prepared to tear through the Void Realm at any moment to forcibly take him away.

On the stage.

Facing Ye Fan's impotent rage, Cao Kun let out a soft sigh.

"You really talk too much nonsense."

"Who told you I was at the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment?"

As the words fell,

The Chaos Unity Art operated at full speed.

A surge of Spiritual Qi, not at all weaker than Ye Fan's and even more pure and condensed, erupted from Cao Kun's body.

Late Stage Foundation Establishment!

On the viewing platform.

Crack!

The jade teacup in Ye Ting's hand was crushed into pieces.

"Impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible! Crossing two minor Realms in a single night? Even swallowing an Immortal Pill couldn't achieve this!"

Wang Zhenshan beside him also stood up in shock, his beard trembling.

In the inner chamber of Lianxiang Peak.

Yu Linglong looked at the soaring Aura in the water mirror, her rosy lips parting slightly, her face full of daze.

Late Stage Foundation Establishment?

When this Rebellious Disciple went to collect his monthly allowance yesterday, he had clearly only just broken through to the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment!

Leng Qingyue's cold and haughty face surfaced in Yu Linglong's mind.

[That silly girl Qingyue, just how much did she suffer last night! This Rebellious Disciple's absorption was way too ruthless!]

[Could it be that she's nothing more than a dried-up husk now?!]

Yu Linglong shuddered.

In the way she looked at Cao Kun, besides shame and anger, there was actually a rare hint of fear.

On the Martial Arts Arena.

Ye Fan remained in his seal-forming posture, his entire person frozen in place.

The cultivation suppression he was so proud of had become a complete joke.

"Now, we are in the same Realm."

Cao Kun did not give Ye Fan any more time to think.

While the effect of the Advanced Wind-Riding Talisman was still active,

Cao Kun took a step forward, closing the distance to Ye Fan in an instant.

His right fist was pulled back to his waist.

Within his Meridians, ten layers of hidden Spiritual Qi force stacked upon each other.

Heaven Rank Martial Skill—Ten-Level Collapse.

In his haste, Ye Fan could only cross his arms in front of his chest for protection.

The golden thread robe once again erupted with a burst of blinding golden light.

Bang!

The fist slammed into the golden light.

On the surface, the golden light blocked the physical impact.

But the terror of Ten-Level Collapse lay in the penetration of its hidden force.

Ten layers of hidden force penetrated the defense of the golden thread robe, pouring directly into Ye Fan's body.

Pfft!

Ye Fan's face instantly turned deathly pale.

His internal organs felt as if they had been struck by a heavy sledgehammer, and he sprayed out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs.

His protective Spiritual Qi shattered inch by inch.

Ye Fan's entire body was like a kite with its string cut, flying backward.

He dragged a long trail of blood across the obsidian surface, finally slamming heavily into the Formation screen at the edge of the stage and falling to the ground.

A single strike had heavily wounded him.

Only now did the spectating crowd below recover from the shock of Cao Kun revealing his cultivation.

They couldn't understand the exchange just now at all; they only saw Ye Fan being sent flying.

"Senior Brother Ye Fan, stand up!"

"He must have used some evil technique to hide his cultivation! Senior Brother Ye Fan, defeat this lecher who defiled Senior Sister Leng!"

In the crowd, several Pill Pavilion Disciples shouted at the top of their lungs.

At the edge of the stage,

Ye Fan struggled to prop up his upper body with his elbows.

Blood continued to pour from his mouth and nose.

Listening to the shouts below the stage, the jealousy and madness in his eyes completely consumed his reason.

"I won't lose..."

"I am the Pill Pavilion Genius!"

Ye Fan shrieked.

He slapped his hands against his chest, actually intending to burn his Essence Blood to forcibly increase his strength.

"Noisy."

Looking at the struggling Ye Fan, a hint of impatience flashed in Cao Kun's eyes.

He flipped his hand again.

Another Advanced giant strength talisman appeared in his palm.

Slap!

The Talisman was stuck to his chest.

Triple strength, double-stacked! Sixfold Great Strength!

Bang!

That fist, carrying six times the terrifying power and an ear-piercing sonic boom, smashed straight toward Ye Fan's Dantian.

Crack!

An extremely crisp sound of shattering.

The Formation runes on the quasi-Profound Rank Magical Artifact golden thread robe on Ye Fan's body completely collapsed, exploding into a cloud of golden powder.

Cao Kun's fist met no further obstacles.

It directly pierced through Ye Fan's abdomen, sinking deeply into his Qi Sea Dantian.

"Ah——!!!"

A shrill scream pierced the sky.

Visible pure Spiritual Qi frantically dissipated from Ye Fan's shattered Dantian like air leaking from a punctured ball.

His cultivation was crippled.

Everyone below the stage was silent.

Just as Ye Fan's despairing scream rang out,

Ye Ting let out a world-shaking roar of fury.

"Junior! You're looking for death!!"

Seeing his grandson crippled before his eyes, this Golden Core Stage Pill Pavilion Elder went completely mad.

He no longer cared about the rules of the Life-and-Death Platform.

With a wave of his large hand,

The fire-attribute Spiritual Qi of the world was drawn in.

It quickly condensed in mid-air into a giant flaming hand several zhang long.

It lunged violently toward Cao Kun on the stage!

Yu Linglong