76: Chapter 76 This old one-eyed man is rolling in money!
"Ugh…" Lin Fan felt his body sink, as if carrying a weight of ten thousand jun, and his bones creaked under this pressure.
If he didn't resist, he would be pressed to the ground in the next second!
"Want to suppress me? Keep dreaming!" Lin Fan's gaze was sharp, and the vast sea of energy within his body boiled.
"Roar—!" Vaguely, the sound of a dragon's roar exploded within him.
The Dragon Blood Hegemon Body Art was pushed to its limit. Five-colored Origin Qi erupted, flooding his entire body, forcefully resisting the mountain-like pressure.
"Oh?" Qin Mie and the others around him looked astonished. To be able to remain standing without kneeling under the pressure of a Domain King Realm expert—this kid's physical strength was practically comparable to a beast of the Desolate Realm!
"Interesting, you've got some backbone." The appreciation in Wu Jianba's eyes flashed and vanished, immediately replaced by a sharper look. "Let's see if your footwork is just as tough!"
Before the words left his mouth,
"Clang—!" A shrill saber hum suddenly exploded.
A black long saber appeared in Wu Jianba's hand, nobody knew when. Without any flashy moves, he simply swung it.
Swish!
An incredibly cold blade light tore through the air, carrying an overbearing will to "cut through everything," heading straight for Lin Fan's face.
Fast! It was fast to the extreme! This strike exceeded the speed of sound, even distorting vision!
To the onlookers, it was a bolt of black lightning that was impossible to dodge!
"This old madman is playing for real!!" Qin Mie was horrified; it was already too late to intervene.
At the critical moment, Lin Fan's gaze suddenly tightened.
Through his Bright Heart Dharma Eye, this lightning-fast strike was slowed down countless times, yet he could still feel the terrifying killing intent that had locked onto his aura.
He couldn't dodge it! Conventional footwork definitely wouldn't work!
"Since I can't dodge, then… I'll change the rules!" Lin Fan stomped his foot hard against the ground.
"Hum—!" An invisible Qimen formation spread out, covering a radius of ten meters.
Instant Shadow Space Step—fully activated!
Lin Fan burned his mental energy, pouring it all into the formation disc beneath his feet, and let out a low shout: "Luan, Jin, Tuo!"
Boom!
A strange time fluctuation descended upon Wu Jianba's blade light. The blade light, which was originally as fast as thunder, showed an incredibly faint pause the moment it entered within three feet of Lin Fan.
Although it was only for 0.01 seconds!
But for Lin Fan, who possessed such high Comprehension Ability, it was enough!
"Eight Gates Transport!" Lin Fan's figure blurred.
"Swish!" The blade light slashed down.
The figure of "Lin Fan" was severed in two.
"It's over!" Qin Mie's heart went cold. But the next second, the "Lin Fan" that had been cut in two slowly dissipated—it was an afterimage!
"Boom!!" The blade light, its momentum undiminished, slammed fiercely into the marble round table behind where Lin Fan had been standing.
The incredibly hard marble table shattered into pieces, turning into flying debris. The blade energy even carved into the special alloy floor, plowing a terrifying trench half a meter deep and several meters long!
Everyone widened their eyes, searching for Lin Fan's figure.
"Hoo… hoo…" From a corner on the other side of the hall, a sound of heavy panting could be heard.
Lin Fan leaned against the wall, his forehead covered in cold sweat. Looking at that terrifying saber mark, he felt a lingering fear. Just a moment ago, if he had been even half a beat slower, he would be in the same state as that table right now.
"This one-eyed old man is seriously ruthless…" Lin Fan cursed inwardly, preparing to mobilize his Origin Qi to deal with the second strike.
Wu Jianba did not continue his attack. Because Qin Mie and Zhao Baichuan had already rushed up from the left and right, tightly holding onto Wu Jianba's arms.
"Old Wu! That's enough!!" Qin Mie shouted until his voice cracked. "Is this a test? You're trying to kill him!!"
"Let go! I haven't finished slashing yet!" Wu Jianba struggled twice, and seeing he couldn't break free, he helplessly threw the saber aside. "Fine, fine, I won't slash anymore. This kid… has passed."
He turned his head and looked at Lin Fan in the corner; that fierce, menacing face actually revealed a trace of frustration.
"Damn it, this is hellish." Wu Jianba rubbed the stubble on his chin. "Although I suppressed my cultivation, that strike just now had the speed of the peak Heavenly Origin Realm. How could this kid dodge it? What was that footwork? Why did it feel like time slowed down for a moment?"
"A loss is a loss." Wu Jianba's face darkened, but he was quite straightforward about it. "Actually, this was the Principal's order. The Principal said that as long as you could dodge one of my strikes, you would win."
"The Principal?" Lin Fan was stunned. "The Principal of the Iron Blood Military Academy?"
"Naturally." Zhao Baichuan explained from the side, his eyes filled with reverence. "The Principal is one of the only two Heavenly Monarch Realm powerhouses in our Yan Country. Since he has spoken, it means you are indeed qualified."
"Qualified? Qualified for what?" Lin Fan looked vigilant. "Let's get this straight first: I don't do suicide missions."
"It's not a suicide mission, it's just asking you to lead a team." Wu Jianba broke free from Qin Mie's restraint, adjusted his collar, and returned to that unfathomable appearance. "Two months from now, it's the 'Hundred Schools Tournament.' This is the largest martial arts competition in the Yan Country, concerning the resource allocation of all major military academies for the next four years."
"The Principal hopes you will serve as the captain, lead the Iron Blood Military Academy team, and take the championship!"
"Not interested." Lin Fan didn't even think about it; he turned around and started walking out. "I still have to go home and watch cartoons with my little sister. You guys should find someone else for this kind of child's play."
Are you kidding? He had just returned from the ruins after a brush with death, and now they wanted him to compete? Even the donkeys on a production team wouldn't be worked this hard!
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't go!" Wu Jianba was anxious. He quickly flashed his figure and blocked the doorway. "Why are you so stubborn? This is the Hundred Schools Tournament! The championship rewards are very generous!"
"How generous?" Lin Fan stopped and looked at him sideways. "Do they pay?"
"What's money compared to that!" Wu Jianba looked at him, wishing he could force him to improve. "The champion team not only receives massive amounts of cultivation resources, but also a chance to enter the 'Wanbing Family' to select a divine weapon!"
"Wanbing Family?" Lin Fan's eyes flickered slightly.
"That's right!" Wu Jianba pointed at the black saber he had thrown on the ground earlier. "See this saber? This is what I brought out from the Wanbing Family back in the day! The weapons there all have spirituality, and there are even legendary divine weapon embryos! As long as you have the destiny, you can take one!"
Lin Fan looked at the black saber; he had personally experienced the power of that strike earlier. It was indeed a good item. Moreover, although he currently had the dragon slaying saber, with his growing strength, the A-grade alloy combat saber was gradually failing to keep up with his pace.
"Interesting." Lin Fan rubbed his chin, but his face still wore a disdainful expression. "However… you want me to risk my life for a broken saber? My value is very high right now."
After saying this, he made a move to leave again.
"You!!" Wu Jianba was so angry that his one eye twitched. How was this kid even more difficult to deal with than that old rogue Qin Mie?
"Fine, fine, fine! Name your price!" Wu Jianba gritted his teeth.
"That's more like it." Lin Fan immediately stopped, turned around, and a bright smile appeared on his face as he rubbed his fingers together. "Besides that divine weapon thing, I want something practical."
"For example… a ring with a larger space? The one I have now is too small and can't hold much loot."
"Also, I'm a bit tight on funds for cultivation recently. Can you sponsor some Origin Qi stones? Not too many, just a few thousand high-grade yuan stones will do as a gesture."
"…" The corners of the generals' mouths twitched. A few thousand high-grade yuan stones? And just as a gesture?! Why don't you just go rob someone?!
Wu Jianba was also laughed in anger. He took a deep breath, slid a simple, ancient-looking black ring off his finger, and tossed it to Lin Fan.
"Here! Take it and buy your coffin lid!"
Lin Fan caught it and scanned it with his mental energy. Whoa! A massive space of one hundred cubic meters! Inside, there were neatly stacked one thousand high-grade yuan stones, each emitting rich Origin Qi!
This one-eyed old man is filthy rich!