203: Chapter 202 Lu Fan, the Dog-Walking Expert

An Lan took a deep breath, trying hard to calm herself down. She kept giving herself encouragement in her heart.

She clearly knew that she absolutely could not lose this challenge. It was not only about her own honor but also about the dignity of her homeland behind her.

At this moment, on the other side, Ling Yue was also facing a severe challenge.

His opponent was Aleph from White Bear Country. This tall man exuded an aura of icy cruelty, like a thousand-year-old glacier that never melts.

Aleph was almost as tall as Ling Yue, but his physique was even more robust. The muscles on his arms bulged high, as if cast from steel, brimming with a sense of power.

He held a thick club in his hand, covered with sharp spikes. In this icy, snowy landscape, it looked especially ferocious and terrifying.

Ling Yue tightly gripped his prepared weapon—a self-made bone blade.

This bone blade was the fruit of his labor, painstakingly crafted during his long days of Wilderness Survival.

Although it looked crude and rough, lacking the cold gleam of sharp weapons, it was extremely sharp. Every grinding mark on it condensed Ling Yue's wisdom and will to survive.

His gaze was as firm as iron, without a trace of fear. He stared intently at Aleph, his eyes seemingly telling the opponent: Come at me, I won't retreat half a step.

Seeing the seemingly crude bone blade in Ling Yue's hand, Aleph snorted disdainfully, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "You think you can win against me with this piece of junk? That's just wishful thinking!"

Ling Yue did not respond. He merely crouched slightly, his legs like tree roots driven into the snow, standing firm and steady as he assumed a combat stance.

He understood in his heart that in a life-and-death struggle like this, hanging by a thread, words were pale and powerless. Only the weapon in hand and unwavering will were the keys to victory... At this moment, Yamamoto, who had gotten up, confidently looked up at Lu Fan, only to freeze in place as if struck by a paralysis spell.

What a scene it was!

The expression of panic and terror he had imagined on Lu Fan's face did not appear as he had wished.

What met his eyes was Lu Fan standing there, a smile on his face that seemed almost ready to overflow.

That smile contained unrestrained excitement and thrill, as if the battle before him was not a life-and-death struggle but a long-awaited carnival.

"What's going on? Shouldn't he be trembling with fear?"

Yamamoto was filled with confusion and disbelief. He couldn't understand why Lu Fan was so calm, even excited.

Then, Lu Fan spoke with a smile. His voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to carry a force that pierced through the wind and snow, each word clearly reaching Yamamoto's ears.

"I was just worried that killing you so easily would be utterly boring. Now it's perfect... I'm going to make you kneel at my feet again, and this time, you'll never have the chance to stand back up!"

With that, Lu Fan raised the Broadsword in his hand high. The blade gleamed coldly in the wind and snow—an omen of death. A thrilling life-and-death duel was about to erupt.

Yamamoto struck first. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and the ice chunks in his hand, wrapped in the whistling wind, flew toward Lu Fan from tricky angles.

"Chinaman, I'll make you taste defeat once again!!"

Thanks to years of Ninjutsu training, his attacks were as fast as lightning. Every throw was incredibly precise, as if he could predict Lu Fan's every move.

"Taste my power!"

Yamamoto shouted loudly. The ice chunks with spikes flew like dense bullets, instantly sealing off all of Lu Fan's escape routes.

In his eyes, Lu Fan was now like a turtle in a jar, with no way to escape.

Lu Fan, however, gave a faint smile. His figure was as agile as a ghost, twisting and turning among the flying ice chunks.

[Left]

[Right]

... Every dodge was just right. The ice chunks grazed his clothes, bringing a chill with them.

"Not bad, but that's about it."

While dodging, Lu Fan curled the corner of his mouth, revealing a provocative smile. "You think you can win me with just this?"

Hearing this, Yamamoto felt disdain and snorted coldly. "Overestimating yourself. You'll be begging for mercy soon enough."

His footwork shifted, and the rhythm of his ice chunk throws constantly changed—sometimes rapid consecutive shots, sometimes powerful, charged throws—trying to disrupt Lu Fan's tempo.

His body was like a precise combat machine, every movement fluid and natural, full of power.

With a sidestep, he shot an ice chunk from his hand at an almost horizontal angle, aiming straight for Lu Fan's legs.

If this strike hit, Lu Fan would surely lose his mobility.

Lu Fan, however, remained unflustered. He leaped high into the air, executing a beautiful flip mid-air, easily dodging this fatal blow.

After landing, he quickly adjusted his posture, his gaze firmly locked on Yamamoto.

"Is this your Ninjutsu? My grandma has better moves."

Furious and humiliated, Yamamoto's facial muscles twisted with rage. He roared, hurling ice chunks at Lu Fan like a torrential downpour.

Lu Fan showed no fear at all. His body seemed endowed with a lively rhythm, dodging left and right amidst the dense ice chunk attacks.

Gradually, Yamamoto's initial confidence faded. His brow furrowed, and a hint of panic appeared in his eyes.

As time passed, his movements became hurried and disordered, and his breathing grew heavier.

"Stop dodging if you have the guts!"

Panting heavily, Yamamoto shouted frantically, throwing ice chunks recklessly without restraint.

Lu Fan, however, seemed to be teasing an enraged little dog, continuing to toy with Yamamoto.

He dodged left, then right, even deliberately making exaggerated evasive movements in front of Yamamoto, causing Yamamoto's attacks to become even more chaotic.

Finally, Yamamoto completely broke down.

He let out a desperate roar and threw all the remaining ice chunks in his hand at Lu Fan in one go.

Then, he charged toward Lu Fan recklessly, still tightly gripping a sharp ice chunk, trying to fight to the death with Lu Fan.

"Did you just call me a Chinaman?"

Anger flashed in Lu Fan's eyes as all the muscles in his body began to tense up.

When Yamamoto charged in front of him, Lu Fan suddenly exerted force. Like a long-charged cannonball, he leaped high into the air, drawing a sharp arc, then kicked fiercely at Yamamoto's chin.

This kick was astonishingly powerful, carrying all of Lu Fan's strength and his determination to win.

Yamamoto had no time to dodge. Hit directly by the kick, he flew out like a kite with its string cut.

He tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the snowy ground, sending up a spray of snowflakes.

Yamamoto lay on the ground, unable to move, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

But before he could catch his breath, Lu Fan charged at him again.

Followed by another powerful kick directly to his head.

Yamamoto flew out like a ragged sack.

Then came the third kick, the fourth kick.

Yamamoto was kicked back and forth by Lu Fan, with no chance to even hit the ground.

Yamamoto's eyes were filled with fear and despair; his former arrogance had vanished without a trace.

He felt as if all the bones in his body were broken, his entire being filled with intense pain.

"I'm asking you, did you just call me a Chinaman?"

Lu Fan stepped toward Yamamoto, each footstep making a "crunch-crunch" sound on the snowy ground, like a death countdown.

"You're asking for death!"

Yamamoto struggled to lift his head, watching Lu Fan approach step by step. He tried to struggle up but found all his bones felt as if they had fallen apart, unable to muster any strength.

"You... what are you, a man or a ghost..." Yamamoto said in a trembling voice.

"I'm the one sending you to hell," Lu Fan said coldly. He raised the Broadsword in his hand high, its blade gleaming with a cold light in the wind and snow.

At this moment, the entire world seemed to fall silent. Only the wind howled in their ears. A thrilling battle was about to reach its conclusion.