Chapter Sixteen: So What If It Was You?
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At that moment, Mo Fan unleashed the Shadow-Killing Fist Art and clashed with Wang Ping in a final exchange.
This was his greatest killing move.
Although he had no idea what level this fist art had reached, he still remembered what Old Grandpa had told him when teaching it:
Once mastered, this fist art must never be used lightly.
Mo Fan therefore knew that it was extraordinary.
Otherwise, Old Grandpa would never have relied on it to cross more than half of the Southern Region.
The fist art consisted of only two forms, yet its power was unimaginably great. The second form, Ten Kills in One Step, was especially formidable. It seemed to possess boundless potential, as though it were on the verge of another breakthrough.
The moment the Shadow-Killing technique appeared, killing intent flooded the entire battlefield and forced every spectator to retreat in alarm.
Wang Ping was no weaker. He unleashed the Might of Myriad Phenomena, causing a powerful domain to materialize as it opposed Mo Fan’s Shadow-Killing technique.
“Bastard, today I’ll see exactly what kind of demonic art you’re using!” Wang Ping roared furiously as he struck at Mo Fan.
He could not allow Mo Fan to remain alive.
That was the order Wang Ping had given himself. Mo Fan’s performance had already made him feel threatened. This man could not be allowed to live. If he failed to eliminate him this time, Mo Fan would become a tremendous problem in the future.
What was more, Mo Fan had targeted him the moment he appeared. Though they seemed to have no connection at all, Mo Fan had inadvertently saved Ning Hongluan. And the way Ning Wuyu looked at him suggested that the two had known each other for a long time and shared an extraordinary relationship.
Wang Ping’s eyes were sharp, and he had seen everything clearly.
Mo Fan’s connection with the Ning family was unusual. It was entirely possible that he was a member of the Ning family himself.
For that reason, Wang Ping could not let him leave the Spirit Peak of the Dead alive. Once Mo Fan returned to Dongyang Commandery, the medicinal power of the Fire Spirit Grass within him might help the Ning family’s ancestor break free of his predicament. If that happened, everything the Wang family had done over the years would be wasted.
Wang Ping would never permit such a thing to happen—especially when the person who might change everything was the young man standing before him.
Since birth, Wang Ping had been one of the outstanding talents of his clan. Anything he wished to accomplish had always been within his grasp.
“Ha!”
The two men unleashed their strongest attacks at the same time, leaving neither the slightest room for retreat.
The Shadow-Killing Fist Art erupted in Mo Fan’s hands with sweeping, overwhelming force, making him resemble an invincible god of war. This time, he did not rush to use the Black Scripture. Instead, he relied solely on what he had learned and fought with his back to the wall.
He wanted to test just how far he had truly progressed.
With the Black Scripture within him, he had no fear of being killed in a single blow. Besides, Wang Ping was not capable of doing that to him.
Boom!
Wang Ping’s domain collided with the killing art Mo Fan had unleashed. Their power surged like a rainbow spanning the heavens, shaking the entire Spirit Peak of the Dead until the mountain trembled.
“My heavens! What are those two doing?”
“I never expected that fool to possess such strength. I suppose appearances really are deceiving.”
“Mo Fan, what kind of person are you?”
Ning Hongluan and Shangguan Yue both pondered deeply. The mysterious young man before them had drawn away the faint stirrings in the young woman’s heart.
Bang!
After dozens of exchanges in the air, the two unleashed their strongest blows and were forced apart.
Wang Ping stood in midair with his domain spread wide. Mo Fan, slightly outmatched, was forced back to the ground, his expression somewhat grim.
The space torn open by the fist art had also been completely destroyed by Wang Ping.
Everyone clicked their tongues in astonishment. Wang Ping was only at the Myriad Phenomena stage of the Body Tempering realm, yet he had managed to force back Mo Fan—a young man capable of defeating someone in the Initial Insight realm. The spectators could not help but regard him with even greater respect.
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Wang Ping had always been outstanding. Aside from Mo Fan, there was probably no one present who did not know his name.
“How is it? I told you that I am your opponent. I won’t give you any chance to use that demonic art.”
Within his domain, Wang Ping continuously transformed his power. A broad sword formed from spiritual energy flew out with murderous force, its cold radiance flashing as it slashed toward Mo Fan.
“So what if you are?”
Mo Fan frowned and gave Wang Ping a languid glance. Then, with a thought, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed in his palm.
He smiled wickedly and declared with imposing confidence, “I’ll kill you all the same!”
The poison contained in the blood of the Defiled Poison affliction was something no ordinary person could withstand. The reason Mo Fan had survived until now was not that he was particularly powerful, but that mysterious Black Scripture in his mind.
Ever since it had appeared, Mo Fan had learned only one name for it: the Heaven-Yang Art. Aside from that, he knew nothing.
He had long since witnessed its extraordinary nature. Even a fragment of it had enabled him to temper his body and soul, granting him strength comparable to that of a Body Tempering cultivator while also suppressing the spread of the Defiled Poison affliction.
If he could truly gather spiritual energy and cleave open the Desolate Domain, Mo Fan could not imagine what the scripture might bring him.
With a single thought, he scattered the fresh blood in his hand. It drifted in every direction toward the sword of spiritual energy descending from Wang Ping.
As the blood dispersed, Mo Fan’s brows twisted into a ruthless expression, and the fist art erupted once more.
He blasted toward Wang Ping high in the sky.
He could not afford to delay.
Just as Wang Ping had said, Mo Fan was relying solely on brute force and would not be able to hold out for long.
He had to end the battle quickly.
The Shadow-Killing Fist Art combined with the blood of the Defiled Poison affliction was his strongest killing move at present.
There could be no better way to greet Wang Ping with it.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion rang out.
Mo Fan’s fist collided with the long sword Wang Ping had sent slashing down, destroying it in an instant.
Sizzle, sizzle!
The air was corroded by the blood, leaving holes behind.
The blood scattered through the void resembled countless flying insects. It pierced through space and landed upon the domain Wang Ping had spread open.
“Hmph. Not bad!”
Wang Ping wore a sinister smile. He did not take the destruction of his sword to heart. Moving both hands at once, he looked utterly confident, as though victory were already in his grasp, and laughed mockingly.
“But that was only playtime. As for the real battle, it starts now!”
Grinning broadly, Wang Ping launched himself forward with savage force, hunting Mo Fan down.
“Is that so?”
Mo Fan’s gaze and voice were cold. He unleashed the Shadow-Killing Fist Art and struck at Wang Ping as he charged.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two men exchanged blows, every fist striking flesh.
Wang Ping’s cultivation was higher than Mo Fan’s, and he also had his domain protecting him. He suppressed Mo Fan completely, forcing him to gasp for breath.
Relying on the renown of his fist art, every one of Mo Fan’s punches shattered the void. The surrounding space seemed almost ready to explode beneath his crushing force, and the lethality of his attacks was terrifying.
Although he had not opened a Desolate Domain, he had forged a body of bronze skin and iron bones. His body’s endurance was in no way inferior to Wang Ping’s, even though Wang Ping had already crossed the three stages of Body Tempering and reached its peak.
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Since ancient times, combat arts had been forged through the body. Mo Fan was following in the footsteps of the ancients, using neither spiritual energy nor primordial energy and relying solely on his physical strength to battle a cultivator of a higher realm.
He came from God-Tomb Village and had never personally experienced a truly powerful battle.
Fighting these people now was the perfect opportunity to temper himself.
Although he dearly wished to kill his opponent, opportunities for such excellent training were rare and could not be missed.
In the future, he would face far more than battles against men like these. On the path of cultivation, who knew how much bloodshed and turmoil still awaited him?
“Ha! Kill! Kill!”
Wang Ping was consumed by fury, his killing intent shaking the heavens.
Mo Fan had forced him to use his ultimate technique, yet he still could not crush the young man beneath his fists.
His body was covered in wounds, and several of his bones had broken. Mo Fan’s Shadow-Killing Fist Art was far more complicated than he had imagined.
Every punch drove him back step by step.
If he had not spread his domain from the very beginning to protect his body, Mo Fan would probably have shattered him already.
Mo Fan’s eyes were bloodshot. Like an enraged lion, he grew fiercer the longer he fought. Every attack landed with perfect precision. He used no martial force at all, relying solely on his understanding of the fist art and his experience in battle as he struck with reckless abandon.
“What kind of fighting method is this?”
Ning Kun was dumbfounded. He had never seen anyone fight with such desperate ferocity.
The young man in the air had shaken him to the core. Ning Kun himself had never been willing to pay such a price.
What was Mo Fan fighting for? Why was he risking himself so desperately?
The question troubled Ning Kun deeply.
In truth, Ning Kun was not the only one staring with furrowed brows.
Among the crowd, a pale-faced man supported his entire body with a sword as he watched the battlefield. He, too, was pondering the same question.
“This is unbelievable!”
A young man did not even blink as he stared fixedly into the air. The person fighting there had once been someone he looked down upon. He remembered only the foolish-looking youth standing halfway up the mountain like an idiot, balancing on one leg.
“Mo Fan, who exactly are you? How can you be so completely beyond reason?”
Ning Wuyu gripped his broad sword tightly. Although his eyes remained fixed on the battlefield, his thoughts had already drifted far away. Through the scene before him, he was trying to discern Mo Fan’s true nature.
He was the eldest grandson of the Ning family and would one day shoulder responsibility for the entire clan.
Mo Fan had swallowed the Fire Spirit Grass and suppressed the world-renowned Defiled Poison affliction. There was now a chance that the poison afflicting the ancestor could be purged.
However, Ning Wuyu would not force Mo Fan. Everything would have to wait for the right moment.
“Mo Fan? The Fire Spirit Grass?”
Ning Huangyan clenched his fists. Unlike Ning Wuyu and Ning Hongluan, he did not possess their composure. At this moment, he had only one thought: bring Mo Fan back to the Ning family and cure the ancestor.
So long as the ancestor could be cured, he would do anything.
Even if it meant scheming or resorting to despicable methods, Ning Huangyan would not care.
All he wanted was the Fire Spirit Grass within Mo Fan’s body.
Nothing else mattered.
His eyes flickered faintly, and a plan had already taken root in his heart.
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