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Chapter 1946: Chapter 1811: One Strike, Divine Soul Obliterated!

As a seed player, there are no strongest descendants of the Ten Great Families in Ye Fan’s group.

Because, the strongest person is him.

Seeing themselves in the same group as Ye Fan, many people are ready to surprise Ye Fan.

In their view, Ye Fan comes from a small clan in a remote area, so he couldn’t possibly have any strong power.

The reason he was able to delve into the core of the Demon Beast Forest with nine of the strongest descendants before, and discover the cause of the beast riot, was likely due to luck.

Or perhaps Ye Fan has some kind of secret technique that allows him to escape thousands of miles in an instant, dodging the attacks of strong demon beasts.

However—

On the Heavenly Demon Platform, there isn’t much space for him to escape; once he steps out of the platform’s range, he loses, and he must confront his opponents directly.

In a direct confrontation, they firmly believe they can defeat Ye Fan, perhaps even kill him under their fists.

Soon, the hundred people present were grouped, with nine of the strongest family descendants each in one group, avoiding each other.

This is also for fairness!

The strongest descendants of the Ten Great Families are extremely powerful, and if they clash too early, someone’s fall would be a loss too great for the Demon World to bear.

Deciding the strongest ten and then proceeding with the top ten ranking matches isn’t too late.

Some rejoice while others worry!

Those in the same group as Ye Fan are eager to start the match.

Those in other groups, however, look worried, with only a few remaining calm!

Whether they advance to the top ten or not, they plan to fight with all their might; even if they fail, there won’t be any regret.

The strongest descendants of the Ten Great Families feel like a mountain, pressing on their hearts, leaving them breathless.

"As per custom, the competition will randomly select opponents, with the seed player up first and the rest random. During the match, you can fight freely; life or death is up to fate, and no personal vendetta is allowed. Now, the City Lord will activate the Holy Artifact to select opponents for the contestants."

After grouping, the vigorous elder announced the competition rules, then respectfully requested the Ancient Demon King to activate the Holy Artifact.

The silver-haired Ancient Demon King stood up, glanced at the groups, and calmly said, "The competition will be conducted in ten groups, in sequence, starting from the tenth group. The contestants below the ten groups should prepare; I’m about to activate the Holy Artifact, and whomever it selects will face the seed player first."

As he spoke, the Ancient Demon King’s hands moved, and a giant skull appeared in the void, emitting a terrifying pressure.

"Please, Holy Artifact, choose the battle opponents!"

With a reverent attitude, the Ancient Demon King saluted the giant skull, then sealed his hands, sending a beam of demon light into the skull.

"Boom!"

A surge of ocean-like intense waves emanated from the skull, which then turned ink black, its eye sockets like black holes that captivated souls.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

The skull’s eyes shot out two beams of dark light, landing on Ye Fan and another person, and quickly vanished.

Normally, random selection shouldn’t coincidentally select Ye Fan first. However, as he is a seed player, the Ancient Demon King introduced a trace of his aura when activating the Holy Artifact.

With the pull of the aura, the skull will inevitably cast the first beam on Ye Fan, irrespective of whom the second beam chooses.

"Is it me? Is it really me?"

A slightly chubby young man looked at himself with delight, seemingly unable to believe his good fortune.

"Of course it is you; how unfair for you to catch a break, you dead fatty!"

A nearby young man with a sinister face said enviously.

"Great! Watch me, Wu Zhongtian, showcase my divine power and defeat this so-called seed player!"

Wu Zhongtian’s eyes gleamed excitedly, as if he had already seen Ye Fan defeated by him.

Simultaneously, he flicked his sleeve, and a tall warhorse covered in black scale armor appeared before everyone—a Flame Demon Horse, with fiery hooves, majestic and imposing.

"Swipe!"

Wu Zhongtian mounted the warhorse, wielding a pitch-black Demon Blade, exuding a strong evil aura, unknown how many lives it had claimed to become such a blade.

"Being surnamed Zi, step forward to meet your fate; my Demon Blade is itching for a kill and cannot wait!"

Wu Zhongtian flicked the reins, and the Flame Demon Horse instantaneously hopped onto the battle stage. He carried the blade single-handedly, its edge menacingly pointed at Ye Fan.

"Ignorant!"

Ye Fan coldly snorted, moved his feet, and suddenly appeared on the battle stage, facing Wu Zhongtian from a thousand meters away.

"No delays; there are no referees in the selection match, and unless one party dies or willingly surrenders, the match won’t be stopped," the vigorous elder said.

"Hehe... perfect!"

Wu Zhongtian sneered, sitting on his horse, looking down on Ye Fan, provoking: "Being surnamed Zi, I’ll give you a chance: kneel and surrender, call me ’grandfather’ three times, and crawl under my crotch, I’ll spare your life."

Evidently, he intends to destabilize Ye Fan through verbal jabs, causing him to lose composure and inhibit his actual combat power.

"Hahaha..."

Wu Zhongtian’s arrogant words sparked laughter from the audience below; everyone mocked while watching Ye Fan, anticipating his response.

Three days ago, he looked down on the world and stole the spotlight; now it was finally time for actual combat, to see what performance he truly offers.

"Shameless!"

Zi Huan’s eyes shot fire, clenching his elegant fists tightly, with veins popping on the back of his hands.

Faced with ridicule, Ye Fan remained calm, asking Wu Zhongtian coolly: "Have you finished your last words?"

Ah?

Everyone was stunned. No one expected Ye Fan to remain calm in the face of such humiliation.

This person is terrifying!

"You’re courting death!"

Wu Zhongtian was furious. He spurred his warhorse, and the Demon Blade in his hand instantly slashed out a hundred fierce sword lights, directly cutting towards Ye Fan.

"Die!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan let out a loud shout, like a bolt from the blue, shaking the hearts of many contestants who weren’t strong enough.

Immediately afterward, they witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives!

Ye Fan transformed into a Flowing Light, charging towards the fierce sword lights and Wu Zhongtian. His Purple Diamond-like fist emitted a dazzling radiance, overflowing with a terrifying aura of Destruction.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan’s fist collided with the sword lights, and instead of the imagined scene where Ye Fan was chopped into Blood Mud, Wu Zhongtian’s sword lights were instantly shattered.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan forged ahead, like a Killing God, crushing a hundred sword lights. His purple hair flew, and his Purple Diamond-like Iron Fist directly shattered the black Demon Blade.

Then, in Wu Zhongtian’s terrified and desperate gaze, Ye Fan’s fist rapidly enlarged.

"Puff—"

The scene froze, with Ye Fan’s fist fiercely pounding Wu Zhongtian’s head, instantly blasting it apart. White brain matter and red blood burst open like fireworks.

One strike!

Divine Soul extinguished!

Arrogant Wu Zhongtian originally thought he had gotten a good deal, but ended up being killed by Ye Fan without blocking even a single move.

This result shocked many people. Many within Ye Fan’s same group were trembling with fear, feeling deeply uneasy inside.

Even though Wu Zhongtian was merely Peak of Mid-stage Demon Master, a realm difference from Ye Fan, being instantly killed with one move was already telling.

At this moment, many people were like chickens grabbed by the neck, making meaningless clucking sounds from their throats.

Swish!

Mosi’s face turned pale, cold sweat rolling down his forehead, his heart filled with deep fear.

He could tell that Ye Fan had not gone all out and had kept some reserves.

However—

Even so, Ye Fan also instantly killed Wu Zhongtian. What does this indicate?

This indicates Ye Fan’s true strength is unfathomable, absolutely capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the strongest scions of the Ten Great Families. Can I really defeat him?

At this moment, Mosi lost his confidence!

"So powerful!"

"With this kind of strength, few people of the younger generation can defeat him!"

"Judging by his demeanor, he seems to have held back some power. How strong is his actual Combat Power?"

As Ye Fan led the Flame Demon Horse off the Heavenly Demon Platform, people recovered from their shock and began whispering among themselves.

No one announced the victory because it was already unnecessary.

The once-arrogant Wu Zhongtian now transformed into a cold corpse, with his upper body completely turned into Blood Mud.

The selection is so brutal, each match filled with gore, accompanied by death.

No referees, no one stops. Only the strong qualify to walk off the battlefield alive, with no mercy for the defeated.

The Demon World is just so realistic!

"The Flame Demon Horse belongs to our Wu Family, you can’t take it away!"

Just as Ye Fan was walking off the Heavenly Demon Platform, a burly old man rushed over, shouting.

"This is my spoils of victory. If you want it, bring treasure to redeem it!"

Ye Fan paid no heed, came straight to Zi Huan, and calmly said, "Pack it up, this is our first spoil of war in the selection, meaningful as a memento."

"You..."

The Wu family’s old man was almost furious to the point of spitting blood, but did not dare to act rashly, having to cast a pleading glance at the City Lord.

With the precedent of the strong members of the Mo Family, he dared not act rashly against Ye Fan; otherwise, if he angered the City Lord, he would lose his old life.

"City Lord, I beg you to uphold justice, let Zi Yefan return the Flame Warhorse to us Wu Family, the old man would be forever grateful."

"Since Flame Warhorse participated in the competition, now it is the spoil of war of Zi Yefan, I have no right to decide its ownership."

The Ancient Demon King said expressionlessly, "As for all those who die or are defeated, their belongings are for the victor, this is our Demon World’s tradition, do I need to remind you again?"

As soon as this statement was made, the old man of Wu Family suddenly became speechless, retreating helplessly.

The Ancient Demon King was right, the belongings of the defeated belong to the victor, this has always been the tradition of the Demon World, known by virtually everyone.

"Next group!"

After the dust settled, a vigorous elder ascended the platform and announced loudly.

With his voice, the large skull head in the Void once again shot two beams of light from its eyes, landing on the other two people in Ye Fan’s group.

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