175: Chapter 175 A Draw, An Agreement

"Ye Fan, admit defeat." His voice drifted from the Void Realm, elusive and uncertain. "You cannot win against me."

Ye Fan did not answer. He simply clenched his fists and continued to fight.

One punch, two punches, ten, a hundred. His fists passed through Ji Zi's silhouette time and again, while his own body was struck repeatedly by Ji Zi's attacks. His consciousness began to blur, and his body started to sway, but he did not fall.

Ji Zi's brow furrowed. He found himself in a dilemma—he could do nothing to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's Saint Body was too powerful, and his recovery rate was astonishing.

Every attack he landed on Ye Fan was endured by that powerful Physical Body.

Those wounds, those bruises, and those fractured bones were all healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Moreover, a mysterious power seemed to be protecting Ye Fan from within. That power was unfathomable; every time Ye Fan suffered a heavy blow, a warm surge would emerge from his body, repairing his injuries and replenishing his stamina.

Ji Zi did not know what it was, but he knew that with that power present, it would be impossible for him to truly defeat Ye Fan.

The battle between the two had reached a stalemate.

Ji Zi held the initiative on the field, his attacks landing on Ye Fan repeatedly, leaving Ye Fan in a wretched state.

But Ye Fan simply would not fall, would not yield, and refused to admit defeat. Ji Zi also could not truly inflict a heavy enough blow to make him lose his combat effectiveness.

The two remained at a standstill like this, one chasing and the other striking, neither able to overcome the other.

Ye Fan was struck by another palm, his body staggering backward.

He steadied himself, looked up at the ethereal figure across from him, and gasped for breath.

His body was covered in scars, his fists were dripping blood, and his consciousness was blurring. But he knew he couldn't keep fighting like this.

Continuing was pointless. Although he had no way to deal with Ji Zi, Ji Zi also had no way to deal with him.

His Saint Body was too Heaven-Defying, and combined with the nourishment of the mysterious power within him, he could quickly recover even from the most severe injuries.

While Ji Zi's attacks were bizarre, they could not truly inflict a heavy wound on him.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand.

"Stop."

His voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Ji Zi's figure emerged several yards away. He stood there, looking at Ye Fan, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Ye Fan looked at him with a bitter smile. "There's no point in continuing. I can't do anything to you, and you can't do anything to me. How about a draw?"

Ji Zi was silent for a moment, then he smiled. In that smile, there was relief, respect, and a mutual understanding of shared appreciation.

"Fine. A draw."

He withdrew his offensive stance and stood there, looking at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked at him too; they met each other's gaze and both smiled.

Ji Zi stepped forward and extended his hand. "Your Saint Body is too powerful. However, it has a weakness—you don't have any formidable attack methods of your own. Facing someone like me, you'll be at a disadvantage."

Ye Fan shook his hand and nodded. "I know. Next, I will find my own path. Let's call this one a draw. After I create my own Cultivation Technique, shall we have another match?"

Ji Zi looked at him, a flash of anticipation in his eyes. "Alright. I'll wait for you. You're welcome to challenge me anytime. Fighting someone of the same level is also very beneficial for my own insights and gains."

The two smiled at each other, everything understood without words.

Around the arena, there was a moment of silence. Then, a crisp voice broke the quiet.

"Great! A draw! It's a draw!"

Ji Ziyue jumped out from the crowd, clapping her hands, her face full of an excited smile. Her eyes were sparkling, and her cheeks were slightly flushed from excitement. She had thought Ye Fan would lose, but unexpectedly, Ye Fan had brought her another surprise. He had actually fought the Imperial Son to a draw!

She excitedly turned to look at her brother, wanting to share this joy.

Then, she froze.

Ji Haoyue was looking at her with a strange expression. In his gaze, there was doubt, scrutiny, and an indescribable sentiment.

Ji Ziyue's face instantly turned red. She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but found she couldn't say anything. She could only give an awkward smile, then quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at her brother again.

Ji Haoyue looked at his sister's appearance, his lips twitching slightly. He said nothing, only withdrawing his gaze to look at the two youths on the arena.

The Imperial Son and Ye Fan. These two were both targets he needed to catch up to. From today on, he would become stronger, strong enough to stand side-by-side with them.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family stood at the edge of the arena, looking at Ji Zi and Ye Fan with satisfaction. The Imperial Son was even more outstanding than he had imagined. And that youth named Ye Fan was also not simple. The Ancient Desolate Saint Body truly lived up to its reputation. This era would have many splendid stories.

He turned around and looked at the Elders and Disciples who were still stunned in place. "Disperse. Today's events must not be leaked."

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison, then began to scatter. But in everyone's heart, they remembered this day. They remembered the emergence of the Imperial Son, the world-shaking battle, and the names of those two youths.

On the arena, Ye Fan and Ji Zi stood side-by-side, watching the dispersing crowd. The night wind blew, making their robes flutter.

"Ye Fan," Ji Zi spoke.

"Hmm?"

"Next, I will become even stronger. You'd better keep up." Ji Zi turned to look at him, his eyes full of seriousness.

Ye Fan smiled. "Don't worry, I'll definitely catch up to you. Since we're both in the Ji Family anyway, we can fight again anytime."

Ji Zi also smiled and nodded. "Alright. Anytime."

The two looked at each other, both seeing anticipation in each other's eyes.

At the edge of the arena, Ji Ziyue looked at the two figures standing side-by-side, her lips curling up unconsciously. She turned to look at her brother and found that Ji Haoyue was also looking at the arena, his eyes shining with a light she had never seen before.

It was unwillingness, determination, and a blazing Battle Intent.

Ji Ziyue did not disturb her brother, just standing quietly beside him, watching the two youths on the arena together.

The night wind blew, and the flags on the arena fluttered loudly.

This night, many people in the Ji Family did not sleep.

They witnessed a battle worthy of being recorded in history, the emergence of an Imperial Son, the stubbornness of an Ancient Desolate Saint Body, and the agreement written by two youths with their fists.

From tonight on, the younger generation of the Ji Family would no longer be tranquil.

After the agreement, Ye Fan and Ji Zi began days of mutual growth and Discussing the Dao. A few days later, Ziyue dragged her brother along to join them. She understood her brother's pride too well; since that was the case, she, as his sister, would be the one to speak.

Facing Ji Haoyue, who was also Ziyue's brother, Ye Fan naturally welcomed and invited him to join.

Ji Zi was also very open and caring toward his father's descendant, letting him join the Dao discussion.

He also invited Ziyue, but Ziyue naturally didn't like this kind of Cultivation, so she gave an awkward smile and tried to run away, but was immediately caught by Ye Fan.

"Since you're already here, and your brother is working hard to get stronger, Ziyue, you wouldn't be thinking of skipping class, would you? That's not good."

After saying that, he pulled Ziyue along to stay and Cultivate together.