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Lufan's words caused a huge uproar, and countless people began to criticize him for being arrogant!
Were those words arrogant? Absolutely! They were incredibly arrogant, beyond measure!
Even Lufan himself knew how arrogant his statement was; it could be said that he instantly angered all the Loose Cultivators.
But he wanted to do this; he wanted to fight like this because he wanted to know just how strong he really was.
In the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, Lufan knew that with the help of the Primordial Liquid, his strength had made tremendous progress. Among the beginner Martial Cultivators, he was probably unmatched.
However, that was ultimately his own estimation. Just how strong could he become? Even he did not know.
He was eager to discover where his limits lay.
Moreover, Lufan wanted to take this opportunity to hone his Fist Technique, to unleash his momentum and comprehend the true essence of his punches.
It is said that practicing a fist technique a thousand times is not as effective as experiencing life-and-death battles. No matter how well one practices their Fist Technique, without undergoing life-and-death struggles, it is difficult to achieve great success.
Under normal circumstances, it would be nearly impossible for Lufan to find an opportunity that could test his limits, refine his Fist Technique, and provide life-and-death challenges all at once.
Yet, due to the appearance of the Ascending Dragon Talisman, he was given such a rare opportunity. He would not let it slip away, which is why he spoke such arrogant words—all for the sake of fighting with all his might!
As for winning or losing? Lufan did not care! He only wanted to know how far he could go.
The Ascending Dragon Talisman? He cared even less! Even Fatty would not care.
He would do everything in his power to block anyone trying to seize the Ascending Dragon Talisman. Even if it meant exhausting that bottle of Primordial Liquid, it didn't matter. Resources could be found again, but opportunities like this were hard to come by.
In this battle, Lufan is determined, and no one can stop his resolve!
The people of Qingyang City are mocking him, laughing at Lufan for his recklessness, his youthful ignorance, and his arrogant pride.
Never has anyone dared to challenge thousands of equally ranked, or even superior Martial Cultivators all at once like he does; this is a complete display of losing one's sanity!
Amidst the laughter, some individuals are not laughing but instead watching the smiling young man before them with serious expressions.
These individuals are the short-haired strong man and the old man along with their group. As some of the most powerful among the Loose Cultivators, they sense that with Lufan's declaration, the young man's aura has completely changed.
Although he still smiles, beneath that seemingly friendly exterior lies a ferocious beast ready to strike, exuding an extremely dangerous aura that makes their hearts race!
This kid is very dangerous!
A tightness grips the hearts of the old man and his companions as this thought flashes through their minds.
"Everyone, quiet down!" The old man suddenly shouts, his voice booming like thunder, drowning out all laughter, which is quite uncharacteristic for his frail appearance.
Clearly, while the old man may not be the strongest, he holds significant authority among the Loose Cultivators. Upon hearing his shout, they quickly quiet down and look over in confusion.
What is happening? The Loose Cultivators wonder internally.
"Younger brother, are you truly resolute in this?" the old man asks solemnly.
"I am determined!" Lufan replies earnestly.
"Good! Throughout history, there have always been prodigies emerging from every generation. However, in my view, those so-called Demonic Geniuses from the major sects do not possess your boldness to challenge thousands of Martial Cultivators alone. You are indeed the first of your kind throughout history!" The old man praises loudly.
"We shall abide by this rule!"
As soon as the old man spoke, everyone gasped, not understanding why he would waste time with a clueless junior. Someone immediately shouted out, "Chu Lao, why bother wasting time with this kid? We can just snatch the Shenglong Talisman directly!"
The old man named Chu Lao ignored the comment and turned to Lufan, asking, "What do you think?"
Lufan also recognized that this old man was extraordinary, so he sincerely replied, "To be honest, I consider myself a Loose Cultivator as well. I have gained some unexpected opportunities and possess certain skills. I wish to use this battle to achieve the Invincible Fist Technique, and I hope everyone will support me!"
"Invincible Fist Technique!" The old man's eyes sparkled with astonishment. "You have such ambition! Wonderful! I didn't expect that among us Loose Cultivators, there would be someone like you with such spirit. This is truly rare!"
"Since you have such grand aspirations, we have no reason not to support you. If you survive this battle, you will surely become an extraordinary figure in the future!"
"Thank you for your kind words!"
"Alright, someone choose the venue; set up the Life and Death Platform!"
With a shout from the old man, many Loose Cultivators dispersed, starting to roam around the city in search of the most suitable battlefield.
Soon, a location was chosen: at the center of Qingyang City, there was a spacious training ground with a massive Command Platform made of stone in the center. It stood seven feet high and measured ten yards square—truly the best place for a decisive battle!
Once the Life and Death Platform was selected, people from all over Qingyang City began moving toward its center. This battle was sure to create a stir in Qingyang City and even throughout the entire Silver Moon Kingdom!
Even those elders and clan leaders who had been watching from the sidelines began to appear at the training ground, clearly stirred by the commotion.
Sharp-eyed observers noticed that rarely seen figures like those from the Duanmu family, Zhao Family, Mi Family, and Yan Family were all present. Even the city lord had shown up!
The arrival of these influential figures sparked discussions among the crowd; however, no one paid them much attention at that moment because everyone's focus was on the young man standing tall on the Command Platform.
He was truly the only protagonist today; all the events unfolding could be said to revolve around him.
On the Command Platform, Duanmu Xue and a few others stood at the front of the crowd, still in a daze, unable to comprehend why things had suddenly turned out this way.
Lufan suddenly announced that he would challenge all Loose Cultivators, which completely stunned them. They understood every word of that statement, but when put together, they had no idea what it meant.
What did it mean to challenge everyone? Was this some kind of ancient joke? They even thought they might be hallucinating or dreaming.
It wasn't until they saw Lufan officially standing on the Command Platform that they slowly came to their senses; everything was real.
The boy who had seemed so weak just months ago was truly going to challenge the entire Qingyang City by himself!
At this moment, dusk was approaching. The Loose Cultivators had gathered around the Command Platform, lighting several giant torches soaked in Primordial Beast oil, illuminating the platform clearly.
On the Command Platform, Lufan had his eyes slightly closed, gathering his spirit. On the way here, he had quietly consumed a hundred drops of Primordial Liquid, storing it within him, which could completely compensate for his inability to replenish Inner Strength.
“Bang—”
Chu Lao struck a large gong and shouted, “Once you enter the Life and Death Platform, do not blame others for life or death! Those who wish to compete, please come up!”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and the entire Command Platform shook as a massive figure jumped onto it.
It was a heavily built man with a scarred bald head, standing at least seven feet tall with a broad back and muscular build. He wore animal skins and was bare-chested; his arms looked as thick as an ordinary person's waist. He carried a large ghost-headed blade on his back, presenting an extremely fierce image.
"That's Ghosthead Blade Yan Qi!" someone exclaimed in surprise.
"It’s actually him! He has already reached the Third-Grade Blood Refinement Realm; his strength is formidable. I didn't expect him to be the first to step up!"
"He wants to take the lead; that's also a form of honor."
"Shh! Keep quiet; it's about to start!"
Yan Qi stepped onto the platform, drew his Ghost Head Blade, and grinned menacingly as he approached Lufan.
He had long been displeased with this little ghost, who was always playing tricks and had even managed to deceive Chu Lao. Looking at Lufan's small stature, he didn't seem like a formidable opponent. Now, he intended to cut this little ghost down and expose his tricks!
Lufan had sensed someone approaching but remained still, keeping his eyes half-closed and appearing relaxed and casual.
Seeing this, Yan Qi became even more enraged. He swung the Ghost Head Blade and accelerated towards Lufan!
When Yan Qi was seven steps away, Lufan finally moved. His eyes snapped open, bursting with an astonishing brilliance. Yan Qi felt a jolt in his heart; it was as if a fierce tiger had awakened before him, and the sensation was overwhelmingly intense!
Lufan clenched his fists and shifted his waist, unleashing explosive power from his feet. His body sliced through the air with a deafening roar, resembling a tiger breaking free from its cage. In one stride, he closed the seven-step distance and appeared right in front of Yan Qi, using his momentum to deliver a powerful punch to Yan Qi's chest!
Crack!
The force of the punch exploded against Yan Qi's chest. Faced with Lufan's long-prepared strike, Yan Qi had no ability to resist; his ribs shattered instantly as he coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward off the platform, crashing to the ground in serious injury!
Buddhist Fist Technique, Felling the Tiger!
"Next!"
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