Best Young Master

Chapter 1950: Chapter 1815: Iron Fist Instant Kill

Brother Ye didn’t attend the afternoon competition. Everything was as he expected; all seed competitors nearly defeated their opponents within three moves, without the slightest suspense.

Xingtian even dispatched his opponent in one move!

"Zi Yefan may be strong, but Xingtian is stronger!"

When Xingtian’s match ended, most people believed this.

In their view, Ye Fan’s amazing performance was an all-out effort to establish his reputation, but it didn’t truly reflect his ability to contend with the strongest heirs of the Ten Great Families.

"If I encounter Zi Yefan in competition, within ten moves, I’ll send him on his way!"

Xingtian even made such bold statements, showing extreme confidence in himself.

Regarding these comments, Ye Fan merely smiled faintly, without refuting.

By the day after tomorrow at the latest, all outcomes will be revealed. Let the facts speak, which is far better than trying to argue now.

That afternoon, Ye Fan did not practice cultivation, but instead sat quietly with Zi Huan at Fufeng Pavilion in Ziyi Square, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.

Neither of them spoke; they simply sat quietly, able to hear each other’s heartbeat, almost in perfect sync.

Zi Huan gently rested her head on Ye Fan’s shoulder; her eyes were deep with love, yet she appeared less enchanting, resembling a pure-hearted young girl leaning beside her beloved, with a face beaming with happiness.

Yet within this happiness was a trace of subtle sorrow.

She knew her Brother Ye was not a creature bound by ordinary confines. Once the competition concluded, he would likely be led away to the Upper Realm by the Judges.

Henceforth, they might be eternally separated, unless Ye Fan could become powerful enough to shatter the barrier of the Great World or gain formidable strength in the Upper Realm, perhaps allowing them to meet again.

Otherwise, this farewell might be the final farewell.

"Brother Ye, Zi Huan wishes you a bright future filled with safety and happiness!" Zi Huan silently prayed for Ye Fan in her heart.

At this moment, Ye Fan’s emotions were also very complex.

Regarding this world, Ye Fan could say he had no fondness for it, hardly any sense of belonging.

His sense of belonging was solely with Earth; only Earth was his true home in his heart.

However—

Regarding Zi Huan’s affection, he couldn’t reciprocate or provide an outcome, only capable of doing something for her before leaving.

The future is foreseeable; with City Lord’s interference, Mo Duo and Sword Demon’s clans are destined to become history, while the Purple Demon Family would inevitably rise strongly!

Silent throughout the night.

As dawn broke, the resounding horn echoed once more, awakening everyone from their slumber!

Each person rose silently, assembling towards the direction of the Heavenly Demon Platform, forming a dense gathering.

For the entire Demon Clan, such a competition was an unprecedented event, with everyone eager to witness the dragon and tiger clash.

Even if unable to participate personally, witnessing it was considered supreme honor, becoming a source of bragging.

Of course, many were here to learn, hoping to glean insights from watching competitors’ battles, assisting them in breaking through barriers and advancing their cultivation.

At dawn, the surroundings of the Heavenly Demon Platform were already teeming with people, with heads of various colors swaying, showcasing the differing hair colors of the cultivators.

Cultivation techniques and styles greatly influenced a cultivator’s appearance, as seen with Zi Huan, who had blue hair and blue eyes.

Other cultivators had black, brown, white, gray, and even purple hair.

Thus, gazing out, the entire area surrounding the Heavenly Demon Platform was a vibrant spectacle of color, forming quite a scene.

Hmm?

Some cold gazes swept over, sending chills down one’s spine; Ye Fan turned around, discovering many were casting unfriendly looks towards him.

Among them, Xingtian’s gaze held intense disdain, while Mosi’s gaze was filled with violent killing intent.

Other elders had sharp eyes, emanating fierce killing intent.

Undoubtedly, these individuals blamed Ye Fan for the deaths of their strongest heirs in the Demon Beast Forest, whether or not he was the killer, harboring strong hostility towards him.

"Hmph!"

Seeing Ye Fan approach, Mosi sneered coldly, his gaze sinister and vicious, like a venomous snake eying Ye Fan.

Ye Fan remained unperturbed, smiling as he took his seat, completely ignoring Mosi’s malevolent stare.

"Uh..."

Mosi was momentarily stunned, his face turning red; the opponent regarded him as nothing, like air, disregarding him entirely.

This feeling was akin to delivering a well-aimed punch into empty space, leaving him extremely frustrated and uncomfortable.

"Mosi lost face this time; they didn’t even consider him at all!"

Within the crowd, someone mocked gleefully.

"Isn’t that so? One is raging with anger, the other calm and indifferent, setting the disparity clear; they haven’t even fought, yet Mosi has already lost three points." Another chimed in with a yin-and-yang tone.

These two sang in one voice, nearly driving Mosi to explode from anger, his gaze incredibly sinister.

Due to Ye Fan’s astonishing performance yesterday, many focused their attention on him, watching to see if he could continue his remarkable feats.

It was crucial to note that, among the ten seed competitors, only he wasn’t the strongest heir of the Ten Great Families; if he could endure to the end, he would create a legend, a myth!

As people eagerly anticipated, a powerful elder emerged, stepping across the sky from afar, descending onto the Heavenly Demon Platform.

As usual, after a round of encouraging yet provocative speeches, the competition officially began.

At this moment, the Ancient Demon King, City Lord, also took his seat on a soft chair, casually casting out the Holy Skull, letting it hover in the void.

"Sizzle!"

"Swoosh!"

Two beams of light shot out from the eyes of the skull, landing on Ye Fan and another competitor.

"Rustle!"

The crowd was momentarily dazzled, as the two vanished simultaneously from their original spots and appeared on the Heavenly Demon Platform, facing each other from afar. An intense war intent surged from them, sweeping across the entire Heavenly Demon Platform.

"Boom!"

The war intent seemed tangible, colliding fiercely like an avalanche, resembling a tsunami, shaking the entire space.

"Kill!"

The young competitor knew Ye Fan’s terrifying strength, so he went all out right from the start, without any reservations.

"Buzz!"

A black demon hand descended from the sky, slapping fiercely towards Ye Fan, stirring up a gust of Gangfeng!

Ye Fan stood at the center of the Heavenly Demon Platform, unleashing his intense evil aura without restraint, instantly like a raging ocean, sweeping across the entire platform.

His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, his gaze like cold lightning. Despite standing alone there, he carried a commanding presence, supreme and peerless, overlooking the world.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan raised his fist, his Purple Diamond-like fist emitting dazzling light, one punch pierced through the massive demon hand instantly.

Then, with a shift of his feet, seemingly traversing space, he appeared before his opponent in the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Demon Fist swept across with an unstoppable momentum, fiercely striking forward.

"No..."

The young competitor was utterly shocked, instantly summoned seven or eight demon artifacts, some for defense, others for offensive, all aimed at Ye Fan’s vital points.

He planned to force Ye Fan to defend himself, creating distance to then launch an attack with the demon artifacts.

However—

Before Ye Fan’s Iron Fist, any measures were futile.

"Bang!"

The seven or eight demon artifacts shattered before Ye Fan’s Purple Diamond-like fist, unable to withstand the blow.

The young man was horrified, as if he had seen a ghost, forgetting even to defend, Ye Fan’s fist pierced through his chest.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan charged through, his clothes unstained by blood, the young man exploded with a bang, turning into minced meat, his Divine Soul annihilated.

"Hao’er..."

Below the platform, an old veteran cried out sorrowfully, his eyes on Ye Fan almost spewing fire.

Evidently, the young man killed by Ye Fan was his kin, either his son or his grandson.

But the competition is cruel, in the arena, it’s impossible to show mercy; being kind to the opponent is being cruel to oneself.

Two moves!

From stepping on stage to the end of the match, Ye Fan used two moves. He did not employ any Secret Skill, nor used any demon artifact, merely relying on his Iron Fist, he instantly killed his opponent.

"Demon King, he’s a Demon King!"

Many below the stage exclaimed, it was simply incredible, just two moves!

Though more than the first day by one punch, the first punch was completely meaningless, with Ye Fan’s ghostly speed, the demon hand couldn’t possibly hit him.

His opponent summoned seven or eight demon artifacts in succession, yet couldn’t stop his pair of Iron Fists, it was shocking!

"Is his body a Holy Artifact? How can it be so indestructible?"

This was the question lingering in everyone’s minds, Ye Fan’s performance was truly astonishing, leaving them unable to comprehend.

How can one person’s body be strong to this extent?

To ignore the demon artifacts, could it be he is extraordinarily gifted?!

On stage, the Ancient Demon King smiled and nodded. Though he couldn’t discern why Ye Fan’s body was so strong, he saw that Ye Fan was using the Heavenly Demon Fist Technique of the Purple Demon Family, long lost.

This is the most authentic martial arts of the Purple Demon Family, also the most powerful, not passed to non-direct lineage. Unexpectedly, Ye Fan cultivated this incomplete martial arts to such a degree, astonishing him.

Ye Fan’s clothes unstained by blood, drifted like an Immortal, calmly walked off the Heavenly Demon Platform, came to stand by Zi Huan, silently waiting for the next match.

"How could he be so strong?"

Mosi was feeling a bit nervous, a little uncertain!

In two consecutive matches, Ye Fan defeated his opponents with absolute superiority, a bad sign, highly possible that he too isn’t Ye Fan’s match.

Thinking of this, Mosi was a bit uneasy.

Initially, he thought he could surely defeat Ye Fan, even cripple him, making him beg like a dog on stage, humiliatingly.

But now, his confidence was shaken, Ye Fan was too strong, completely unlike someone from a small clan, even compared to the strongest heirs of the Ten Great Families, he was not inferior, perhaps even stronger!

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PS: Sorry, the second Chapter was a bit late.

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