66: Chapter 66 The Old Man Teases the Playful Child

Fu Qingfan's Instructor actually felt quite sympathetic toward Li Yuan.

Being deliberately targeted by Yin He and arranged to participate in this Yi-Class Grand Competition.

But sympathy aside, he definitely had to prioritize his own Disciple's interests first.

In today's Yi-Class Grand Competition, Fu Qingfan still had to challenge upward.

He was going to compete for a higher rank to obtain more cultivation resources.

Fooling around with Li Yuan here would be detrimental to his subsequent matches.

Ending it quickly and resting as soon as possible was the best course of action.

Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding crowd, Fu Qingfan moved.

This Fu Qingfan was a Genius publicly recognized as being capable of breaking into the Jia-Class Rankings.

The heavy saber in his hand was clearly powerful and heavy.

Yet, under his Moves, it actually showed a bit of agility.

To onlookers, it felt momentarily dazing, making them feel as if it were some kind of sword Move.

Li Yuan watched this scene and was also somewhat surprised.

Why would one practice a saber technique like this?

Was he disliking the heavy saber's Moves for being too heavy and difficult to show a fierce offensive?

Heavy sabers indeed had this problem; because the Moves were too heavy, their speed would slow down.

Every time a heavy Move was swung out, it was easy for the opponent to find an opening.

Li Yuan naturally saw no issue with improving the problems inherent in heavy saber Moves.

However, Fu Qingfan's Moves abandoned the power of the heavy saber in favor of agility.

He gained agility, but that powerful and surging pressure was gone.

Was this called improvement?

The surrounding crowd was all waiting for Li Yuan's defeat.

After one or two Moves, this match should be over.

In their eyes, if Li Yuan could avoid being seriously injured, it would be a stroke of good luck.

Sitting on the outskirts of the Training Ground, Yin He had his arms crossed, looking like he was watching a play.

As an Instructor, he should technically ensure Li Yuan's safety.

But he had already made up his mind to just watch the show until the match ended.

The heavy saber fell; Fu Qingfan's first Move was already out.

The relaxed expressions on the surrounding people's faces suddenly flashed with surprise.

Li Yuan had dodged it, and quite easily at that.

At the same instant, he swung the Ordinary Sword in his hand; the blade flashed with a stream of light as it slid toward Fu Qingfan's face.

Instead, it forced Fu Qingfan to dodge somewhat awkwardly.

This sudden turn of events made the onlookers freeze for a moment.

"He seems to be in the Fourth-Grade Realm, right?

How could..."

A Fourth-Grade Martial Artist could actually make Fu Qingfan, a Sixth-Grade early-stage Martial Artist, look like this?

Pulling back, Fu Qingfan's brow furrowed slightly.

That previous Move had added a hint of anger to his heart.

He believed he had performed the previous Move casually, giving Li Yuan a chance to admit defeat.

But instead of seizing the opportunity, Li Yuan had disgraced him.

Thinking of this, Fu Qingfan swung the heavy saber in his hand once more.

This time, he was much more serious than before.

The heavy saber slashed out Saber Qi; the Saber Qi surged forth at an incredibly tricky angle.

While the opponent was dodging, Fu Qingfan himself could seize the perfect opportunity.

In Fu Qingfan's view, using such a method to deal with Li Yuan was a bit of a waste.

But as soon as the saber momentum fell, Li Yuan's Ordinary Sword once again found his flaw.

He had originally wanted to end the match with this Move.

Now, Fu Qingfan was forced by Li Yuan to dodge awkwardly again.

Li Yuan didn't give him any breathing room this time; that ordinary longsword seemed to have gained a bit more sharpness.

Silver light flickered as it actually chased after Fu Qingfan.

This scene shocked everyone, including the group of Instructors.

A Fourth-Grade Martial Artist was actually chasing a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist, forcing him to dodge in embarrassment.

Indeed, the gap between Fourth-Grade and Sixth-Grade wasn't as large as that between Eighth-Grade and Ninth-Grade.

If a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist's Martial Skills were strong enough, they had a chance to defeat a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist from a lower Realm.

But Fu Qingfan was an expert on the yi-rank list.

Even if a Fourth-Grade was chasing a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist, it should have been Fu Qingfan chasing someone else.

At the same time, the casual indifference on Yin He's face had vanished.

The Disciple he had belittled in every way seemed to truly have some skill; he had really been blind...

After continuous dodging and blocking with the heavy saber.

Fu Qingfan finally evaded Li Yuan's continuous sword Moves.

He was a bit dazed now, and even angrier.

A Fourth-Grade Martial Artist had actually pushed him to this extent; he had lost a lot of face.

They were clearly just Ordinary Sword Moves, yet Fu Qingfan didn't understand why they were so difficult for him to handle.

In fact, because of the massive gap in martial experience.

Every one of Fu Qingfan's Moves was almost completely seen through.

Effortlessly, Li Yuan could catch his flaws and strike at him.

After a brief pause, Fu Qingfan attacked once more.

While the saber momentum was agile, it was nearly fifty percent heavier than before.

He began to use his full strength, going all out against a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist.

He couldn't accept losing to a completely unknown Fourth-Grade Martial Artist.

The heavy saber momentum continuously slashed toward Li Yuan.

But the situation did not go as Fu Qingfan had expected.

Even though he was going all out, he encountered an even stranger situation.

His opponent, Li Yuan, actually struck back even more fiercely.

Those Moves he considered invincible suddenly seemed poor when facing Li Yuan.

They constantly exposed flaws to his opponent.

Fu Qingfan's use of these Moves was already somewhat shameless.

The quality of the saber in his hand was far superior to Li Yuan's longsword.

He wanted to clash his blade against Li Yuan's sword edge.

The massive difference in weapons could instantly snap that longsword.

The situation did not go as he had anticipated.

With every Move, he couldn't even touch Li Yuan's sword.

Instead, his flaws were caught time and time again.

The Training Ground were very quiet now; all the surrounding chatter had stopped.

The sympathy they previously felt for Li Yuan was gone.

Senior Brother Liang Duqiu and the others finally understood why Li Yuan hadn't panicked at all when he heard about being signed up for the Yi-Class Grand Competition.

When a person has strength, they have confidence.

Who could have guessed he would have such skill, enough to trade blows with the Geniuses of the Yi-Class rankings.

Yin He, who had been sitting on the outskirts of the Training Ground, now stood up unconsciously.

When Li Yuan was able to trade blows normally with Fu Qingfan, it was already a hard slap to his face.

Not to mention now, Li Yuan wasn't just trading blows with Fu Qingfan.

It seemed he was even going to win this match...

Yin He's breathing became rapid; he couldn't accept the situation before him.

It was already hard enough to accept Li Yuan's excellent performance.

Let alone letting Li Yuan win the match and take a spot on the Yi-Class rankings.

Yin He grew nervous and unconsciously moved closer to the Training Ground.

In the center of the field, Li Yuan's advantage became more and more obvious; one could even say he had already shown a winning momentum.

Facing Li Yuan, the Sixth-Grade Martial Artist Fu Qingfan actually had a faint feeling of being toyed with.

It was like an old man teasing a wayward child; the angrier the child got, the more comical the teasing became.

Li Yuan didn't intend to toy with him; it was just that Fu Qingfan's own heart was in too much turmoil.

Furthermore, Li Yuan was suppressing his strength, displaying only Fourth-Grade power.

Facing such an offensive from Fu Qingfan, he naturally had to find flaws to break the situation.

Under the silent gaze of the crowd, the longsword in Li Yuan's hand came to rest at Fu Qingfan's forehead.

The winner had been decided.