Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chen Fan was now facing his eighth challenger—Zhong Tao. He was at the peak of the fourth level and had won eight consecutive battles twice.

He came from a humble background, so the rumor mill said that he had seized a unique opportunity in the past. He practiced an upper-profound tier cultivation technique.

“I’m Zhong Tao, please advise me!”

Politeness marked Zhong Tao's demeanor as he stepped onto the stage, his short and stout figure adorned with a friendly smile. However, beneath the courtesy, his gaze remained focused.

Chen Fan reciprocated the greeting. "Please advise me.”

Zhong Tao lightly rubbed the area around his wrist with his finger and retrieved a golden whip.

His weapon of choice was something very few male fighters used—the whip.

The golden whip was thirteen meters long and only as thick as his little finger. It seemed to be a treasure refined using some demon beast’s tendons and precious metals.

It was not an easy weapon to use. Ordinary people could not even lash the whip straight correctly.

Snap!

With a swift motion, Zhong Tao snapped his arm, setting the golden whip into motion. It gracefully circled around him like a nimble snake, emanating circles of mesmerizing golden light.

Among the various weapon types, the whip was the nemesis of the sword—overcoming hardness with its softness, combating the short range with long range.

Zhong Tao was the perfect example. He could attack Chen Fan freely while standing about a dozen meters away.

“This kid has probably met his match. Zhong Tao has trained his God Striking Whip to a very high level. With the added advantage of his chosen weapon, defeating Zhong Tao will be challenging if he can't close the distance.”

“I know, right? Zhong Tao winning eight consecutive matches twice is closely related to his martial arts. The whip acts as an extension of his hand, giving him a strategic advantage in striking wherever he pleases.”

“Let’s see how this kid tries to break Zhong Tao’s Coiled Snake Formation.”

“......”

The crowd was looking forward to the fight.

Chen Fan had already proven his strength in previous battles, notably killing the slightly famed Ding Haipeng in just three moves during his seventh match.

Sword cultivators were known for their high offensive ability and swift and fierce attacks.

Meanwhile, Zhong Tao skillfully manipulated his unpredictable golden whip, creating the Coiled Snake Formation. The whip, resembling a golden snake, produced sharp, ear-piercing sounds as it moved through the air.

At the tip of the golden whip was a three-inch-long barb. It was even sharper than the tip of a sword. It would rip off the enemy’s skin and flesh on contact, making them bleed non-stop.

Sharp wind-breaking noise rang out.

Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo...

Zhong Tao moved the golden whip. The Coiled Snake Formation searched for Chen Fan’s opening to launch a decisive attack.

“Interesting.” Chen Fan smiled inside, not feeling any pressure.

Suddenly, a sharp, ear-piercing sound rang out.

Swish!

The “snakehead” had stopped circling and suddenly darted like a lightning bolt toward Chen Fan. It moved at a deceptive speed and a tricky angle.

Woah!

The crowd on the viewing stands immediately exclaimed excitedly, cheering for him. The expert with two sets of eight consecutive victories had just shown them impeccable combat experience and timing.

The crowd assumed that Chen Fan couldn’t dodge that. However, Chen Fan made his move, stabbing out with the Autumn Slay in a strange way.

The strike possessed an otherworldly quality—mysterious, unpredictable, and encapsulating the profundities of heaven and earth. It cleanly disrupted Zhong Tao's assault.

Simultaneously, Chen Fan swiftly advanced, pushing toward Zhong Tao and swinging his sword.

Streaks of sword light flashed around Chen Fan, weaving into a ball of sword lights, enveloping him tightly.

Zhong Tao waved his arm speedily, controlling the golden whip to attack non-stop. He wanted to stop Chen Fan from closing in any further. Yet, he failed his objective.

Bang, bang, bang...

Wind Demon Sword Light!

Chen Fan suddenly flung his arm, unleashing a terrifying sword light from the ball of light.

It tore through the air, annihilating all illusory snake silhouettes and heading straight for Zhong Tao. Two streaks of intersecting sword light carved through everything in their path, reducing all whip silhouettes to nothing.

Wind Demon Cross Slash!

Chen Fan stepped forth, sword intent surging around him. The sword qi rushed into the sky, making the swords of some sword cultivators in the battle palace tremble as if they were about to fly out.

Wind Demon Blood Rain!

Wind Demon Grotto Heaven!

Chen Fan executed two sword styles consecutively, each move incomparably swift and fierce.

Beads of sweat rolled down Zhong Tao’s forehead. He flexed his whip quickly, breaking Chen Fan’s sword light. “Golden Snake Unsheathed!

The golden whip instantly turned rigid and straight, like a golden spear. It pierced through space, pierced through the sword light and sword qi, stabbing at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan continued his advance forward without panicking.

He kept swinging his arm and using his cultivation. His primeval force combined with the sword light, and as he flourished his sword, whirring noises rang out in the air. As he slashed, it seemed like a wind demon was dancing wildly.

Wind Demon Chaotic Dance!

Failing to achieve anything with his attack, Zhong Tao changed his stance once more. The taut golden whip went limp again; it was so soft now that it could wrap around his finger. Like a flying dragon in the sky, it swooped fiercely to capture the target on the ground.

“Golden Snake Becomes a Dragon!”

Chen Fan raised his sword. Sword light poured out, slashing through the clouds.

“Wind Demon Shocking Cloud Slash!”

The golden whip coming down at Chen Fan flew back.

Chen Fan moved straight in, as nothing was in his way. And the very next second, his sword was at Zhong Tao’s neck.

Sensing the chilling sensation from the sword’s edge, Zhong Tao stiffened. Then, he smiled bitterly and said, “I lost.”

“You let me win.”

Chen Fan put away his sword. With this, he won eight matches in a row!

As Chen Fan defeated Zhong Tao, two figures entered the Earth Class Battle Palace’s entrance. One of them was Zhao Yuan.

The other one trailing half a step behind Zhao Yuan was a tall man covered in steel armor, like a demon of war.

The steel armor weighed at least a hundred jin. Even so, he moved freely like a ferocious beast of steel. As he walked, he emanated an oppressive aura like a mountain, drawing the crowd's gazes.

“Heavens, it’s Zhao Yuan and Luo Hun.”

“Steel Devil Luo Hun. He’s a real expert! He has won nine matches consecutively three times. He’s only one win away from winning ten rounds in a row and entering the Martial Market’s Earth Leaderboard, a real monster.

“Quickly move aside and don’t block the way. We can’t afford to offend either Zhao Yuan or Luo Hun.”

“......”

Many people opened a path, seeing Zhao Yuan walking over with Luo Hun.

Zhao Yuan was a descendant of the Zhao Clan. His status was extraordinary.

Although Luo Hun was a follower of Zhao Yuan, he was powerful, wrapped in a layer of nefarious qi, giving off a fierce appearance that would make babies cry.

It was said that this man was once the leader of a mercenary group but suffered a major setback in a hunting operation. His entire team died to demon beasts except for him.

He was lucky to survive the crisis and was saved by the Zhao Clan’s people. Thus, he joined the Zhao Clan to repay the favor.

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