Facing Ye Fan, a monk from the thirty-sixth star, the core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land codenamed "Night Wolf" obviously didn't take him seriously.
In his previous battles, he defeated many monks who were high-level stars. Their talents, identities, and magic weapons were definitely above Ye Fan, so he believed that he would win this time.
Before, people from the arena came to him and told him about Ye Fan. He was a little bit expecting it at first, but after hearing Ye Fan's identity, he started to complain a little.
What he wants to challenge is the strong, which is the common wish of the core disciples of Shuiyue Palace.
Everyone is a genius, so they naturally challenge higher mountains. But this Beichen is nothing, he is just a kid who relies on luck to win.
Even now, after seeing Ye Fan, he had the same idea.
"Hey, Beichen, you'd better give in quickly and go on. I don't have time to waste with you. I still want to challenge for a hundred consecutive victories!"
Ye Lang gave his final advice, which was also a warning. He didn't want to make Ye Fan look too ugly.
After all, as a low-level star monk, it is already a miracle that he can win ninety consecutive victories here. If it is repaired too much, it will not look good.
"Haha, if you have any skills, just come over here!"
Ye Fan spoke calmly, his words full of confidence.
"Why do you have to embarrass yourself? Is this the dignity of a low-level star monk? It's useless, you will lose!"
Night Wolf's eyes emit cold light, which can be emitted to scare everyone even through the mask.
"Wow...Ye Lang is angry. This kid Beichen really doesn't know what the heavens and the earth are!"
"I thought I was invincible because I was lucky enough to win a lot of games. It's really funny!"
"This kind of person will definitely be torn apart by Night Wolf."
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Seeing such a scene, countless monks became excited.
People who can be gamblers here are not good people. If Night Wolf really tears Beichen to pieces, it will have no impact on them, they will just see a good show.
"Humph, these idiots!"
Patriarch Hongling sneered slightly. He also wanted to see what kind of magical power Ye Fan would unleash when facing the core disciple Yelang this time.
On the battlefield, Night Wolf was furious. He wanted to give his opponent a way to survive, but the opponent didn't seem to appreciate it.
"If that's the case, then go die!"
"Oh, I'll keep you company!"
Faced with Night Wolf's death threat, Ye Fan just responded helplessly.
"Sirius roars - mountains and rivers shatter!"
Yelang was so angry that he directly released his ultimate magical power.
He flew up and stood in the sky.
Waves of powerful inner energy continued to gather around him, and finally, a bloody shadow of Sirius appeared behind him. At this moment, he was the incarnation of Sirius, extremely ferocious.
"Roar!"
As the Heavenly Wolf roared, the endless inner energy around him completely exploded, turning into countless sharp claws and moving toward Ye Fan to suppress him.
Ye Fan's brows froze, he opened his eyes to observe, and immediately noticed the regular arrangement of the opponent's attacks.
This is a very deep level of observation and superb combat skills that can only be used if you have mastered extremely strong observation skills.
He didn't panic at all, because all the results of his discerning observation had entered his mind.
"Huh, brave sword to kill Tiangang!"
After completing the observation, Ye Fan swung the phaseless sword and slashed towards the sky.
"Boom!"
There was nothing at first, but after a second, the light waves emitted from the wooden sword spread out like a scourge and became extremely powerful.
The sword energy swept across ninety thousand miles, and the light of one sword chilled nineteen states!
This sword, without any suspense, instantly shattered Night Wolf's supreme magical power.
Ye Fan's figure flashed, as if transcending the shackles of space, and appeared directly in front of Yelang.
The tip of the sword was only an inch away from piercing Night Wolf's throat.
"Ah... Huh, Huh!"
Nightwolf kept breathing heavily, he was completely stunned.
The power of this sword was too shocking. He had never seen such superb swordsmanship and such powerful sword power.
Just now, he used his supreme magical power, and even an elder-level monk could not easily break through it, let alone defeat him.
However, the opponent in front of him could completely wipe out his magical power with just a slight wave of a wooden sword.
This already explains the problem. The person in front of him is not a being that he can fight against at all. This is a monk who is much more powerful than his master. The opponent's strength is unpredictable. Not killing him is the greatest gift to him.
"Thank you for your mercy. I am not as good as others, so I am convinced that I have lost!"
The night wolf knelt on the ground, resigned to the defeat.
No one could have expected this result, and countless monks were shocked and speechless.
"That's...a holy weapon!"
On the stand, Xu Yifeng's eyes showed a bright light. He looked directly at the phaseless sword in Ye Fan's hand, his greedy eyes could no longer be concealed.
Hearing his words, the few monks following him were shocked.
"Senior Brother Xu, you, what are you talking about, that little wooden sword is a sacred weapon?"
"No way, it looks... like a useless mahogany sword!"
"Is this a sacred weapon?"
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Those monks did not have enough cultivation, and their eyesight was even worse. They did not realize that there was an inseparable relationship between Ye Fan's sword power and the power of the Wuxiang Sword.
"You can't see it, but I can see it clearly. That wooden sword is definitely a sacred weapon. This boy can defeat Night Wolf with one blow. The effect of this wooden sword is immeasurable!"
Xu Yifeng's tone was very serious, and everyone understood that this was definitely true.
"It's incredible!"
Everyone said in unison that it was completely incomprehensible for a monk from Zichen Star to actually have a sacred weapon.
"Whoosh!"
Just as the monks were thinking, Xu Yifeng's figure had disappeared.
"Senior Brother Xu?"
In their surprised eyes, Xu Yifeng had arrived at the center of the arena.
"Isn't that the Prodigal Son Sword, Xu Yifeng? Is he going to take action?"
"No way, he is one of the managers of the arena and a super-powerful monk ranked twenty-seventh on the list of geniuses. How could he take action?"
"It seems that Beichen's limelight has gone too far. He actually suppressed the core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land. This makes Xu Yifeng unable to sit still!"
Seeing Xu Yifeng coming to the arena in person, countless monks were shocked.
At this moment, Xu Yifeng looked at Ye Fan.
"There is no need to compete in the following competition. If you can defeat me, I will give you a badge of 100 consecutive victories. At the same time, you will be allowed to enter the treasure house of the arena and choose a treasure at will!"