Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Misty Mountain, within the Wayless Sect.

At the Sect Master's Square.

A temporary arena had been constructed.

This temporary arena was specifically built for the 'Disciple Friendship Match' between the Aspiring Path Sect and the Wayless Sect.

And the two who were going to compete were none other than Ye Luo and Ning Fan.

One at the Near Great Vehicle Realm, one at the Qi Refinement Stage.

At this very moment.

By the side of the arena.

Chu Yuan, Baize, and others were standing.

Among them, Baize was instructing Ning Fan.

"Go on up, remember to give it your all, I have chosen a very good opponent for you to compete against."

"What? You're asking if there's any chance of victory? Don't worry! I'm your Respected Master, how could I set you up? As long as you give it your all, there's definitely a chance to win!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, you ask who's your opponent? Don't ask, don't ask, you'll know once you're up there."

Baize was insistently speaking to Ning Fan.

But Ning Fan's questions went unanswered; he only kept urging Ning Fan to ascend the stage.

Being pushed to do so, Ning Fan had no choice but to bite the bullet and step onto the arena.

The instant he stepped up.

The Great Formation of the temporary arena suddenly activated.

Those on the arena could not withdraw from it.

Clearly, this was Zhang Han's masterpiece.

Ning Fan, stepping onto the arena, also felt a hint of misgiving upon seeing this Formation.

But seeing that his surroundings were empty and nothing else happened, he couldn't say much and just continued standing on the arena.

Atop the arena.

Baize, seeing his disciple go up, quickly looked towards Chu Yuan.

"Daoist Chu, it's your turn, let Ye Luo come up and give this disciple a good lesson!"

Baize said.

"Wait, Senior Bai, that… this Formation doesn't block sound."

Zhang Han walked out, coughing twice, and said somewhat awkwardly.

"Hmm?"

Baize's face stiffened as he looked up at Ning Fan on the arena.

Ning Fan on the arena, of course, heard what Baize had said, and he wanted to run out, but he couldn't escape at all.

Trapped by Zhang Han's Formation, he, who was only at the Qi Refinement Stage, was completely helpless.

"Alright, no need to say anything else, Luo Er, go up and properly teach him how to use a knife."

Chu Yuan waved his hand gently, letting Ye Luo take the stage directly.

He also felt that it was time to properly teach Ning Fan a lesson.

Waving a knife around everywhere, and even at him, such behavior could not go untaught.

"Yes, Respected Master."

Ye Luo responded, moving swiftly to enter the arena.

The Formation of the arena was completely ineffective against him.

Seeing this scene.

Zhang Han's mouth twitched.

You really don't have to disregard me like this.

At least give me a signal, and I'd go through the motions, opening the Formation to let you in.

You are completely ignoring the Formation.

Doesn't Zhang Han have any dignity?

But this was his own senior brother.

Zhang Han could not say much and could only grit his teeth and swallow this thousand-year-old grievance.

...

On the arena.

Ye Luo stood with hands clasped behind his back, appearing aloof; his eyes indifferently looked down on Ning Fan, bearing the demeanor of a Celestial Sword Immortal.

On the other side, Ning Fan was not so calm.

Ning Fan bit down on his teeth, holding the hilt of the Thin Blade in one hand, seemingly enduring tremendous pressure, to the point where his waist seemed to bend.

Yet even so, he still did not bow his head.

For an ordinary person at the Qi Refinement Stage to face Ye Luo and not bow was already quite remarkable.

This also made Ye Luo take a slightly different view of him.

"Make your move, if I were to attack, you would stand no chance."

Ye Luo shook his head and spoke.

Hearing this.

Across from him, Ning Fan did not speak, as he genuinely couldn't spare the mental effort to talk at this moment, the pressure he was under was already enormous.

His eyes were fixed on Ye Luo.

He steeled himself in his heart to draw his sword.

He knew that he didn't stand a chance against Ye Luo.

But he still remembered what his Respected Master Baize had told him.

When facing an unbeatable enemy,

drop all your defenses, seek a strike with all your might, and from a place of certain death, find life!

Only if you dare to draw your sword do you have a sliver of hope, without drawing, there's no chance of survival at all!

Therefore, he must draw his sword!

Draw his sword!!!

Ning Fan felt his heart suddenly start thumping faster, a warm surge flowed through his entire body, dispelling his fear.

Clang!!

In that moment, Ning Fan fiercely pulled out the Thin Blade hanging at his left waist and slashed towards Ye Luo.

Draw-Slash!

Ning Fan's blade lashed out. Enjoy new adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

The edge hit an invisible barrier ten meters away from Ye Luo, and was forcefully stopped.

Seeing that his blade could not break through the invisible barrier, Ning Fan didn't hesitate at all, he sheathed his Thin Blade with his left hand, drew the Inverse Edge with his right, and with all his strength, slashed again.

Clang, clang, clang!

The sounds of clashing metal rang out continuously.

But Ning Fan still couldn't break through the invisible barrier.

He remained ten meters away from Ye Luo, unable to get any closer.

Ning Fan wasn't discouraged at all; he kept executing Draw-Slashes, left hand drawing the Thin Blade, right hand sheathing the Inverse Edge, repeating the cycle, persistently drawing and slashing.

Draw-Slash!

Draw!

I draw!

I draw again!!

I draw loneliness!

Ning Fan almost spat out a mouthful of blood; his Draw-Slashes seemed like a joke.

They did not inflict even the slightest damage.

…

Beneath the arena.

Watching Ning Fan's flashy blade skills.

The others had no particular thoughts, thinking as long as you have a hand, it's good.

Chu Yuan, who had no hands, however, was envious.

Such cool blade skills.

He, someone named Chu, had been mediocre for most of his life. Although he now possessed the Invincible State, he still lacked any remarkable techniques to show.

At most, he could knead a light wheel and smash it into someone.

He also wanted to learn such blade skills.

But the current someone named Chu was quite self-aware, his disability in his hands likely made it impossible to learn such things.

"Sigh…"

Apart from sighing, Chu Yuan had no other thoughts.

Senior Bai, who was beside him, saw Chu Yuan sigh and quickly wanted to ask if something had happened to him.

He opened his mouth to ask but before he could make a sound,

a loud shout came from not far away.

"Sect Master! Everyone! I've arrived!!"

This voice also successfully drew the attention of Chu Yuan and Senior Bai.

They turned their heads and immediately saw Li Ergang running toward them.

Li Ergang was also dragging a long table, which was set with a variety of dishes.

As he approached,

he placed the long table in front of everyone.

"Sect Master, everyone, how can you watch the arena battles without something to eat? Please, start eating. If it's not enough, I'll go prepare more," Li Ergang said loudly.

The crowd didn't think much of it.

However, Chu Yuan felt rather helpless.

In terms of his physique, he could only count as a mortal.

Eating these dishes imbued with spiritual energy, his small body might just burst from fullness.

But come to think of it,

speaking of these dishes,

hadn't he promised the Shopkeeper of Xianzui Inn that once he was less busy, he would pick up the Shopkeeper to set up a branch under Misty Mountain?

The Shopkeeper had even agreed.

However, Chu Yuan had gotten so caught up in other matters that he had forgotten about it.

Now, seeing these dishes, Chu Yuan just remembered; there was still this matter…