245: Huanhuan's mumbling, the top showdown begins! [Seeking follow-up reading]

“You...you...”

As soon as Ying Huanhuan woke up, she saw herself leaning in Lin Fan's arms in an embarrassing posture, and her small face immediately flushed crimson with shame and anger.

After realizing what was happening, Ying Huanhuan shot up from Lin Fan's hands and landed on the ground, angrily saying, “You hateful fellow, you actually used what I taught you against me. And...”

What else? Ying Huanhuan was a bit too embarrassed to continue speaking. Her large eyes glared fiercely at Lin Fan, almost about to explode.

“Cough, cough, who told you not to admit defeat? I could only resort to this last measure,” Lin Fan coughed dryly and said.

“Hmph! Give me back my guzheng!” Ying Huanhuan’s face was flushed, and she glared at Lin Fan fiercely, extending her small, fair hand towards him.

“Here,” Lin Fan heard this and didn't hesitate, directly handing the guzheng to Ying Huanhuan.

Ying Huanhuan snatched the guzheng from Lin Fan's hand, but as she did, she grabbed his wrist and fiercely bit him.

Lin Fan could have broken free, but worried about hurting Ying Huanhuan, he let her do as she pleased.

“Pervert, you just wait!”

Immediately, Ying Huanhuan showed a fierce expression, left a warning, and fled the arena as if escaping.

Lin Fan watched Ying Huanhuan fleeing the arena and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

At this moment, Lin Fan could feel countless gazes, like sharp arrows, shooting at him from all around.

It seemed he had incurred public wrath!

Lin Fan muttered to himself, but he didn't take it to heart.

A Dao Sect steward descended from the sky, landing in the arena. He gave Lin Fan a strange look, then announced loudly, “Lin Fan wins.”

Boo.

However, as soon as his voice fell, a chorus of boos erupted from the surroundings, making the steward shake his head helplessly. But his gaze towards Lin Fan held a hint of admiration.

Lin Fan didn't say much. He cupped his hands to the steward and then retreated to the area where the Desolate Hall Disciples were located.

As soon as Lin Fan landed, Jiang Hao and the others immediately swarmed him, then a pile of thumbs-up appeared before Lin Fan, their faces all bearing a peculiar smile that only men understood.

“Junior Brother Lin Fan, you’re truly amazing!” Jiang Hao chuckled oddly and said, “But don’t worry, all of us Desolate Hall Disciples fully support you!”

Lin Fan glared at these guys who enjoyed watching a spectacle too much, and said irritably, “You guys, stop fanning the flames.”

As Lin Fan returned to the arena, Ying Huanhuan also returned to the area where the Heavenly Hall was located. Her pretty face was still flushed, and a look of shame and anger filled her sparkling large eyes.

The surrounding Heavenly Hall Disciples were all filled with indignation.

Ying Huanhuan was the most popular person in their Heavenly Hall. Countless Disciples had thoughts about her on a daily basis. Lin Fan's previous actions undoubtedly made them feel a shared animosity.

Pfft.

Just as Ying Huanhuan seemed somewhat dazed by the previous events, a soft chuckle sounded in her ear.

Ying Huanhuan looked up and saw Ying Xiaoxiao, who was staring at her with a playful smile.

“Sister, that guy treated me like that, and not only do you not help me, you even make fun of me.”

Ying Huanhuan, already ashamed and angry, immediately became furious upon seeing Ying Xiaoxiao's expression.

“Who told you to put up such unnecessary resistance? Lin Fan didn’t want to hurt you, that’s why he did that,” Ying Xiaoxiao shook her head slightly and said with a smile.

“That guy is so hateful, he took advantage of me, hmph...” Ying Huanhuan gritted her teeth, her fierce gaze directed towards the area where the Desolate Hall Disciples were located.

However, she then saw Lin Fan standing at the very front.

As her gaze swept over, the latter seemed to sense it, then turned his head, his eyes meeting hers.

Their gazes briefly met for a few breaths. Lin Fan's expression was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Ying Huanhuan clearly wasn't that thick-skinned, so she could only retreat, taking back her gaze. She muttered incessantly like a wronged little wife, constantly scolding Lin Fan with those harmless words...

In the nearby area where the Earth Hall Disciples were located, the tall and upright Qing Ye stood at the forefront. He had also just easily won a match.

However, his expression was not good; instead, there was a faint surge of anger.

The source of this anger was clearly also from Lin Fan's earlier match with Ying Huanhuan.

Looking at Ying Huanhuan's constantly changing, fiery red cheeks, Qing Ye couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in his heart.

“Lin Fan.” Qing Ye's eyes were somewhat dark, then he looked towards Lin Fan in the distance, his palms involuntarily clenching slowly...

Lin Fan stood calmly in the Desolate Hall Disciple area, unmoving despite the various gazes cast upon him from all directions.

However, a sudden, unique gaze made Lin Fan feel a tightening of all the hairs on his body.

Lin Fan looked back and saw Ying Xuanzi in the central seats, casting a half-smile, half-frown look at him.

Fortunately, Ying Xuanzi did not continue to stare at him, and after a moment, he shifted his gaze.

Subsequently, Lin Fan's matches did not encounter any more unexpected situations, and he won every single one of them very smoothly.

Besides Lin Fan, Ying Xiaoxiao and Wang Yan also advanced, especially Wang Yan; almost all Disciples who encountered him chose to directly admit defeat.

Soon, this Hall Examination entered the semi-final stage.

The four who advanced were Heavenly Hall's Ying Xiaoxiao, Heavenly Hall's Wang Yan, Desolate Hall's Lin Dong, and Desolate Hall's Lin Fan.

Seeing that two of the four who entered the semi-finals were Desolate Hall Disciples, everyone in Dao Sect was in an uproar.

The two Hall Masters of Desolate Hall, Chen Zhen and Wu Dao, were both beaming with joy.

In contrast, the expressions of the Hall Masters of Earth Hall and Flood Hall were somewhat displeased.

But a loss was a loss. They were inferior in skill, and there was nothing they could do.

Amidst countless eager gazes, a steward swept out, then his gaze surveyed the surroundings, and a deep shout resonated.

“Next match, Desolate Hall Lin Dong.”

At this point, his voice paused, then he continued, “Versus, Desolate Hall Lin Fan.”

Hearing the steward's words, Chen Zhen and Wu Dao's expressions both changed slightly, feeling a hint of regret.

The Desolate Hall Disciples also had complex expressions at this moment, unsure who to support.

“I admit defeat in this battle!”

Just as everyone had different expressions, Lin Dong's voice suddenly came from the Desolate Hall Disciple's location.

“Are you sure?” The steward looked in Lin Dong's direction upon hearing this and asked again.

Lin Dong said, “Yes, I admit defeat.”

“If that is the case, then in this match, Desolate Hall Lin Fan, wins!”

The steward then publicly announced the result.

Everyone was slightly stunned by this, but they quickly accepted it.

Although Lin Dong was also quite outstanding, compared to Lin Fan, there was indeed still a certain gap.

Moreover, their brotherhood was strong, and it was understandable that Lin Dong didn't want to clash directly with Lin Fan.

Immediately, everyone instinctively looked in the direction of Wang Yan and Ying Xiaoxiao.

Disciples from other peaks also rushed to this place, intending to witness this top-tier showdown.

A strange atmosphere enveloped the mountaintop, and Wang Yan still had his eyes closed, his slender figure appearing even more solitary against the backdrop of the large black sword on his back.

Ying Xiaoxiao's cheeks were calm, but her hands in her sleeves were slowly clenching.

A steward finally landed on this arena under the gaze of many, his eyes looking somewhat complexly at the two most prominent figures on the mountaintop now, and then a low shout resonated across the mountaintop.

“The next match, Heavenly Hall's Ying Xiaoxiao, versus, Heavenly Hall's Wang Yan!”

As the steward's low shout fell, there was surprisingly no impatient cheering on the mountaintop.

All eyes were focused on those two figures. This might be the most top-tier confrontation among their Dao Sect disciples.

Under the convergence of countless gazes, Wang Yan slowly opened his eyes, moved, and appeared directly on the arena. Then, his indifferent eyes looked at Ying Xiaoxiao outside the arena.

“Hmph!”

Ying Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, and then, under the gaze of many, landed on the stage. Her eyes looked at the man with the black sword on his back, and her clear voice resonated in the arena.

“Senior Brother Wang Yan, please guide me!”