“Yo, interesting.”
“Never thought it would come down to a duel between brothers.”
“Fang Zheng…” The clan leader’s smile faded a little as he watched. “Your biggest shadow has always been your brother, Fang Yuan. Beat him. You have Red Iron True Essence and the Jade Skin Gu, making you strong both offensively and defensively—you have a huge advantage. Crush that shadow, and you will truly be reborn!”
At last, the decisive battle had arrived.
The two brothers stood on the same arena, facing each other from a distance.
The setting sun was like blood…
Evening light spread over the arena like a luxurious carpet.
Their faces were very much alike.
The younger brother burned with fighting spirit, while the older brother’s gaze was deep.
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“Brother…” Fang Zheng clenched his fists, staring intently at Fang Yuan, his tone firm. “Concede! I’m already at the second rank, with over eighty percent of my Red Iron True Essence, while you only have forty-four percent of your Bronze True Essence. You have no chance.”
Fang Yuan looked at his younger brother calmly. “You certainly know my True Essence well. But spare me the nonsense. If the mere amount of True Essence determined victory, then what’s the point of fighting?”
Fang Zheng paused, then a fierce flame of determination blazed in his eyes.
Truth be told, deep down, he didn’t want Fang Yuan to give up either. But Fang Yuan was still his brother; out of both duty and common decency, he had to say that much.
Not saying it would have been too cold.
“Since you insist, brother, then I have no choice but to make my move!” The moment he finished speaking, Fang Zheng charged at Fang Yuan.
“There he goes again!” Mo Bei watched from below, grinding his teeth. He made up his mind to train himself harshly once he got back and repay this humiliation tenfold to Fang Zheng in the future!
“Fang Yuan is finished. He doesn’t have my Dragon Pill Cricket Gu.” Chi Cheng crossed his arms with a cold laugh, taking malicious joy in the situation.
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Fang Zheng sprinted forward, closing the distance to Fang Yuan in an instant. A ball of moonlight lit up in his hand.
Fang Yuan’s expression was like iron—unchanged. He watched Fang Zheng’s rapid approach while standing still, but a blue lunar radiance slowly rippled in his right palm, as if it were water.
Suddenly!
Fang Yuan stomped hard and took several steps forward—instead of retreating, he brazenly countercharged at Fang Zheng.
“What?!” Fang Zheng hadn’t expected Fang Yuan to charge, and he couldn’t help but panic. He quickly fired a Moon Blade.
Fang Yuan rushed forward; with a twist of his body, the Moon Blade grazed past his shoulder.
His face was cold. There was no shouting, no ferocity, but in his silence, there brewed an utterly ruthless aura.
Fang Zheng instinctively stepped back repeatedly. His effective range was six meters, but now Fang Yuan was less than five meters away. Suddenly it was he who needed to create distance.
Ch, ch, ch.
While retreating, Fang Zheng continuously flicked his right wrist, launching Moon Blades without stop, trying to force Fang Yuan back.
Fang Yuan’s steps were relentless and compact; his body moved with incredible agility, swaying violently, each time barely avoiding the incoming Moon Blades.
“This Fang Yuan, even gutsier!” Yao Hong cried out in surprise.
“This kind of fighting is like putting life and death on the line.” Qing Shu was also startled.
“Another battle maniac!” Mo Yan gritted her teeth, glancing at Chi Shan not far away.
Chi Shan remained expressionless, but his eyes flickered.
The noise among the crowd quieted; everyone was fixed on the battle on the arena.
Moon Blades flew past Fang Yuan. A hint of blue light occasionally reflected off his face. His cold expression never changed; through every perilous yet composed dodge, his combat talent was on full display!
The clan leader and elders outside the arena had solemn looks on their faces.
Chi Cheng and Mo Bei stood with their mouths wide open, astonished as Fang Yuan impossibly weaved through each Moon Blade.
How was he doing it? A huge question mark hung over the minds of every disciple.
Hmph, how could Fang Zheng, who had only been taught by a fourth-turn Gu Master for one year, compare to Fang Yuan, who had five hundred years of combat experience?
In Fang Yuan’s eyes, Fang Zheng was as shallow as a clear creek. No matter how the creek flowed, where it went, or how it turned among steep rocks, he could see straight through to the bottom.
Each Moon Blade attack was not sudden; it required a process. Fang Zheng had to turn his wrist, which was the best omen.
In Fang Yuan’s eyes, every twitch of Fang Zheng’s shoulder, every turn of his wrist, every step he took gave him a wealth of information. The intent behind Fang Zheng’s every attack, retreat, or dodge was immediately transparent to Fang Yuan. He could even guess roughly what Fang Zheng was thinking at that moment.
Fang Zheng’s mind was already blank!
The shadow Fang Yuan had cast over him for more than ten years was now expanding rapidly into darkness, dragging him into an abyss.
Panic made him forget about the Jade Skin Gu. Fang Yuan’s aggressive advance made him nervous, made him unable to breathe, made him incapable of thinking about anything else.