110: Chapter 110: A single hand terrified me!

Hearing Li Fan's words and seeing his retreating back,

Gu Dan couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

Judging by that tone,

could it be that Li Fan really had the strength to resist a Quasi-Saint?

This thought only flashed through his mind for a brief second before dissipating.

This was likely just the bold words of a newborn calf who didn't fear the tiger.

Thinking about it, it was normal; Li Fan had been defying the heavens and fighting above his rank since the Tianxiang Secret Realm, and just a few days ago, he had even defeated Li Cang.

It was natural for his self-confidence to be a bit inflated.

However, the gap between the Transcendent Rank and the Quasi-Saint Rank was not something that could be bridged so easily.

Li Fan most likely hadn't grasped that point.

In that case, letting Li Fan suffer a few minor setbacks might actually be a good thing.

So, facing Li Fan who had already stepped onto the stage, Gu Dan didn't continue to offer warnings, only shaking his head with a slight smile.

"Damn it, Brother Fan actually drew a Quasi-Saint. If it were anyone else, he could have solidly secured the next spot!"

In the crowd, Di Yun couldn't help but feel regretful about the results of the draw.

And it wasn't just him; the rest of the students felt the same way.

In their eyes, Li Fan's strength was already completely that of the number one person below the Quasi-Saint rank!

Now that the three Quasi-Saints from the Western camp were on stage, if Li Fan had better luck and drew the other opponent who was only at the Transcendent level, their Great Xia camp could have firmly occupied four seats!

But unfortunately,

the current draw was set, and there was no possibility of going back on it.

"Don't be too pessimistic. What if Brother Fan can win?"

At this moment, Yun Ming, standing nearby, narrowed his eyes and spoke while keeping his gaze fixed on Li Fan's back.

As soon as these words were spoken,

the surrounding crowd was momentarily stunned, but they quickly shook their heads.

If this Feaston had only just stepped into the Quasi-Saint rank, Li Fan might have been able to force a glimmer of hope for them.

But this Fistang clearly wasn't a novice; he had at least the level of a Middle-grade Quasi-Saint!

No matter how exaggerated Li Fan's ability to fight above his rank was, could he really jump all the way to a Middle-grade Quasi-Saint?

Among the Great Xia seeds present, aside from the three like Fang Qing, basically no one could contend with such an existence!

Turning back to the arena,

following Li Fan's ascent onto the stage,

Fistang on the stage did not do what he had done to previous opponents—attacking from the start without giving them a chance to breathe.

Instead, he sized Li Fan up seriously and then said with a slight look of surprise,

"I know you! You're that Li Fan?!"

Hearing this, Li Fan was also quite surprised.

"You know me?"

He hadn't expected this foreigner to know him, let alone be able to call out his name so accurately!

Could it be that his fame abroad was also this high?

"Of course I know you. I just watched the video of you leading your Great Xia people to kill the aliens not long ago."

Fistang didn't hide it and immediately explained with a smile.

Hearing this, Li Fan finally understood; it was all because of his performance in the Tianxiang Secret Realm.

But thinking about it, it made sense.

That was the first time the Oceanic Alien Race had publicly appeared before all of humanity, so it was normal for it to have a high level of circulation.

Just as Fistang finished explaining, his tone shifted, and he directed a playful expression toward Li Fan.

"Since I know who you are, I can give you the handicap of one hand."

After saying that, he placed his left hand behind his back.

Clearly,

he didn't take Li Fan seriously at all!

Such contempt didn't cause much of an emotional ripple in Li Fan.

Because in his view, Fistang's words and actions were completely those of an idiot.

He had seen far too many people trying to show off.

Giving up a hand? Was he filming a kung fu movie here?

But since the guy said he'd give up a hand, then Li Fan would be happy to oblige.

Boom!

A terrifying sound of breaking air rang out.

Li Fan, who was just standing there, instantly vanished from the spot.

By the time Li Fan reappeared in his original position, there was already a severed arm in his hand.

And this severed arm was none other than the one Fistang had just tucked behind his back.

Everything was simply too fast.

So fast that by the time Li Fan had returned to his spot, Fistang only then let out a wretched scream.

"Aaaah!!!"

Although this was a virtual network, it could completely simulate the pain of reality; the intense pain had already caused Fistang's entire face to twist in agony.

At the same time,

it also drew the attention of the entire audience.

"This!"

"What... what happened?"

"Huh?"

*Hiss!!*

"Holy shit!"

...

Looking at the severed arm in Li Fan's hand and Fistang, whose expression was twisted to the extreme,

whether it was the Great Xia or Western camps, or the two Western hosts on the platform above, everyone's eyes were wide and their mouths agape, unable to believe their eyes.

Actually, their gaze hadn't even been on Li Fan and Fistang just now.

Because battles between Quasi-Saints and Transcendents were very boring, usually ending in a one-hit kill.

So their attention had been on the arenas of the other two Transcendent-level Contestants.

But they never expected,

that this first scream would actually come from Fistang's mouth.

Such an unexpected scene caused even the Contestants on the surrounding seven arenas to freeze in shock.

Seeing so many eyes looking over, Li Fan quickly pointed at Fistang and explained with a smile,

"He said himself just now that he wanted to give me a hand. I just helped him take it off. Don't go thinking I'm bullying people."

As soon as these words came out,

the corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

What a way to 'give a hand'!

Now he really had given up a hand!

"You bastard!"

At this time, Fistang had already gritted his teeth to suppress the pain, his face looking extremely ugly.

He completely didn't expect Li Fan to attack suddenly, and for his speed to be so fast.

So fast that he didn't even have a way to react.

But now, he no longer looked down on Li Fan in the slightest.

The combat power Li Fan had just displayed had definitely reached the Quasi-Saint rank!

If he looked down on Li Fan again, his end would have only one result: defeat!

"Die!"

In the next second, Fistang gritted his teeth and shouted, choosing to strike first.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of ice pillars condensed around him, shooting straight toward Li Fan with explosive force.

At the same time, the entire arena turned into a massive sheet of ice, firmly freezing Li Fan's legs in place.

As an S-Rank Awakener of the Ice Element System, Fistang had already defeated many opponents using this simple combo, and he was extremely confident in it.

He planned to turn Li Fan into a pincushion!

However,

against Li Fan, this move was simply not enough to look at.

Li Fan's legs exerted sudden force, and the ice frozen on the arena instantly shattered into pieces.

Then, Li Fan's figure flashed, and his terrifying fist print appeared before Fistang.

Looking at the fist print before him, Fistang felt as if he were seeing a terrifying planet crashing toward him.

Boom!

In the next second,

Fistang on the arena became a headless corpse, and then turned into a mass of data, vanishing from the stage.

At the same time,

inside a villa in the USA, Fistang's real body also shot up into a sitting position, his face filled with terror.

And below him, a warm current was already flowing out.

That's right.

He was scared pissless.