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Feng Qingyang sighed as he watched Yun Fan insist on a duel. He spoke slowly from the side, contemplating the situation.
Yang Feng didn't have much of a trump card; after all, his cultivation talent was considered among the lowest among the Core Disciples. He had only passed the Core Disciple Assessment at over thirty years of age. The only thing to be wary of was that mid-grade technique, the Whirlwind Sword Technique, which was said to have reached its peak and could unleash speed that was hard to predict.
Yun Fan nodded slightly. As long as there were no hidden killer moves, he was confident he could defeat Yang Feng.
In a certain mansion within the Core Disciple area, a young man sat in the main hall, his face dark and filled with rage. The veins on his hands bulged as he seethed with anger. Just a few days ago, he received news that his younger brother had been killed in the Desolate Mountain Range, filling him with hatred and fury.
The thought that his own brother had died like this consumed him; he was determined to find the murderer and avenge his brother. After a day of investigation, he learned that the culprit was Zhou Da Cong. As for Zhou's claim that his brother had acted first with murderous intent over treasure, he dismissed it entirely.
If it was something his brother had set his sights on, it should be handed over. Now that Zhou Da Cong dared to kill his brother, he would make him pay with his life. In this world, one must rely on their backing.
With no patience left, he spread the word that Zhou Da Cong must die. He even announced it among the Inner Sect Disciples: anyone who could slay Zhou Da Cong would earn his favor.
Yang Feng's eyes were cold as he muttered to himself. "Don't worry, brother; soon Zhou Da Cong will join you in death and serve you for eternity. You won't be lonely down there."
Just then, a disciple rushed in. Seeing Yang Feng's fierce expression, he trembled and quickly lowered his head, speaking cautiously. "Peak Brother, that kid has found a helper."
At these words, Yang Feng's expression turned even more ferocious. How dare someone jump in to seek death? He shouted angrily, "Who dares interfere in my business with that kid?"
The trembling disciple replied nervously, "It's the recently famous Yun Fan. He has a close relationship with Zhou Da Cong—like brothers—and has issued a challenge for a life-and-death duel in the Arena."
Yang Feng's brows furrowed deeply as his face darkened further. He hadn't expected Yun Fan to dare intervene. This person had been causing quite a stir within the Sect lately; Yang Feng had certainly taken notice of him.
Yun Fan had just become a Core Disciple, and his strength was not particularly formidable. Having been a Core Disciple for half a year, he possessed various skills and was confident in his ability to defeat this person.
However, the prospect of a life-and-death battle made him hesitate, for once he entered the Arena, one of them would surely die. The thought of his younger brother's tragic death weighed heavily on him; if he couldn't avenge him, he would live in torment for the rest of his life.
In an instant, Yang Feng's hesitation vanished, replaced by a surge of murderous intent. If Yun Fan wanted to be an obstacle in his path, then he had to eliminate this person to avenge his brother.
With Yun Fan lurking behind him, even if he managed to kill Zhou Da Cong, it would likely lead to a personal vendetta with Yun Fan, and they would inevitably clash sooner or later. Rather than allowing that to happen, it was better to strike while this young man had yet to grow stronger and eliminate him in the Arena.
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