Deathmatch (1)

Ding-dong

The knife struck the opponent's claws, producing a resounding clang, and sparks flew everywhere. The opponent's claws were as hard as steel, terrifying beyond measure.

Fanxin narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression becoming somewhat serious. His knife was imbued with Conqueror's Haki; generally speaking, unless one possessed Conqueror's Haki, they would be unable to block his attack.

After all, the intensity of one's Haki plays a significant role in combat.

The fact that the opponent could block his knife means that their Haki was also quite strong. Even if it didn't reach the level of Conqueror's Haki, they still wouldn't be able to get close.

"This is really troublesome," Fanxin muttered, then without further hesitation, continued his frenzied hacking.

The gray-eyed man showed no mercy either, using both hands to meet Fanxin's diamond knife head-on, without any intention of backing down.

Moreover, Fanxin slashed at the opponent several times, but the blades only cut off the opponent's clothes, without harming the body in the slightest, and countless sparks flew out.

The gray-eyed man was expressionless, and his fighting style was extremely ruthless, with each move aimed at killing Fan Xin's Fanxin points.

However, Fanxin was not one to be trifled with. He protected every part of his body and was not afraid of the opponent's attacks. He no longer cared about anything and fought the opponent fiercely.

Swords clashed, sparks flew, the scene was chaotic, and explosions rang out continuously.

Fanxin ignored everything else, his mind focused on only one thing: to kill this bastard. A dangerous smile curved his lips as he concentrated even more Haki into the blade, making it even sharper. He slashed out, a sharp sword light aimed directly at his opponent's head.

The gray-eyed man sneered a few times, too lazy to dodge, and charged straight at them. His arms instantly grew larger than his body, covered with countless golden hairs, and his pair of white claws turned pitch black, becoming even more ferocious.

Fanxin's gaze sharpened slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you a demon ability user?"

"So what if I am?" The gray-eyed man sneered, saying sarcastically, "You're not planning to push me into the sea, are you? If that's your idea, I advise you to give up. Such pointless tricks are useless against me."

"Hehe, not necessarily." Fanxin raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curving her lips, but she didn't say anything more.

The man with gray eyes gave a cold look and said nothing more. His body suddenly trembled, and his black robe instantly ripped open, revealing the body beneath.

He was shirtless, wearing only black trousers and black boots. He was rather thin and looked somewhat frail.

However, after his transformation, his body immediately began to undergo tremendous changes. His originally thin body instantly swelled up like an inflating balloon. He was originally thinner and shorter than Fanxin, but now he was twice as tall as Fanxin. His muscles bulged, and they were even bigger than Fanxin's thighs. His body was filled with terrifying power.

As soon as he transformed, Fanxin's sword energy rushed straight for his head. Without any hesitation, he rammed his head into it, shattering the sword energy into pieces.

"After transforming, all aspects of his physical abilities have improved rapidly; he's extraordinary." Fanxin stared intently at the transformed body, his eyes seemingly able to penetrate the other's flesh and explore their body deeply.

Through his observation, he gained a great deal of information and was extremely shocked. This guy's combat power was extraordinary; if it were him in the past, he really wouldn't have been able to deal with him.

However, he's become stronger now.

Licking his lips, Fanxin stared at the other person with a smile, his face full of excitement. He needed a sparring partner to become stronger, and since there was one from a county town, he naturally wouldn't let him go.

"Come on, let me see just how strong you really are now." Fanxin laughed, a ferocious and crazed smile on his face, his eyes fixed on his opponent, bloodshot, like a humanoid beast about to go berserk.

"Kid, you'll regret this." The gray-eyed man grabbed the mask and squeezed it hard. The mask shattered, revealing a pale face, very pale, like tofu, giving the impression of malnutrition.

His tone was chilling, and his lifeless eyes stared intently at Fanxin.

Fanxin turned his head away, completely unconcerned. With a sudden movement, he began to massively fuse with Diamond Beast —one hundred, two hundred, three hundred, three hundred and fifty—until he finally stopped.

His body rapidly grew several tens of centimeters taller, then underwent high-pressure compression, returning to its original size. Although his body was compressed, his strength also increased, and his entire body was filled with boundless power.

Looking at Fanxin, whose power had increased dramatically in an instant, a solemn expression appeared on his gray eyes and fair face. He had originally thought that Fan Xin only had that much strength left, but he hadn't expected that Fan Xin, like himself, could unleash his inner potential and increase his strength in an instant.

He took a deep look at Fanxin, exhaled softly, and his eyes became even sharper, showing no sign of backing down.

Now that he has set out, there is no room for retreat. If he were to retreat, the Fanxin could easily reach the Holy Land, which is exactly what they do not want to see.

Therefore, he must fight desperately to hunt down his Fanxin here.

"Very good, that makes the fight even more exciting," the gray-eyed man said calmly.

"Hehe." Fanxin Xin grinned, no longer hesitating, and rushed towards the gray-eyed man. In a flash, he was beside the man. His twin blades rose and fell rapidly, shattering space in their wake, their sharpness unparalleled.

"Hmph." The gray-eyed man snorted coldly, his fists clenched tightly. At this moment, his fists had transformed into beast claws, which were very large and covered with Haki, completely black.

Without flinching, he swung his hand forcefully, colliding with Fanxin's twin swords.

The voice of Vajra rang out rapidly, echoing throughout the area.

Fanxin Xin wielded both swords simultaneously, his feet striking out without hesitation, each kick aimed at his opponent's vital points.

However, the man was not to be trifled with either. He kept shifting his body, moving here and there, and Fanxin's attacks were unable to subdue him for a while.

Fanxin Xin grinned, showing no signs of discouragement. In fact, he fought with increasing ferocity, his sharp sword energy surging like a tidal wave, relentlessly pouring down on his opponent.

The shadows cast by the man's fists formed a dense, impenetrable net, blocking Fanxin's sword energy attack.

With offense and defense intertwined, it was impossible to determine a winner.

They moved with incredible speed, dazzling onlookers and making it impossible to discern their movements. Moreover, their fighting was extremely fierce, causing those around them to scramble to avoid them, fearing they might be drawn into the fray.

After a fierce battle, the two quickly separated, standing ten meters apart, gazing at each other from afar.

Fanxin stared intently at his opponent, recalling the battle just now, memorizing every move, and slowly analyzing it. He was now searching for his opponent's weakness.

In a battle between masters, victory or defeat hinges on a single thought. If one cannot find the opponent's weakness, defeating them is undoubtedly impossible.

They were both highly skilled; he couldn't easily kill the other, and the other couldn't easily hunt him down either.

If this continues, it will be quite disadvantageous for him, after all, the Soul Clan and the Ghost Clan are still waiting for him to come to the Holy Land.

He needs to get there sooner; he can't linger here any longer.

Clearly, the other party wouldn't let him pass easily, and he wasn't about to let them linger there.

Therefore, he can only defeat his opponent, and to defeat his opponent, he must find his opponent's weakness, which is the best method.

"His entire body is as hard as steel, without any weaknesses. How can you possibly fight him?"

Fanxin narrowed his eyes, his mind racing, feeling somewhat helpless. If there wasn't anything urgent, he wouldn't mind fighting to the death here with the other party for ten days and ten nights.

However, the people there were already waiting for him, so he obviously couldn't delay for too long.

"Damn it, it seems I still need to give it a try." After a moment 'Fanxin Xin had made up his mind.

He brandished his twin swords and charged forward again.

The gray-eyed man's gaze sharpened, a hint of seriousness creeping into his eyes.

Having fought him, Fanxin must understand that his previous attack was far from sufficient. Therefore, Fanxin will inevitably increase his strength, making his subsequent attacks extremely sharp. He must be even more cautious, or he might be caught off guard and suffer a crushing defeat.

"Hmph, come on, I refuse to believe I can't stop you this time." The gray-eyed man smiled coldly, twisted his neck a few times, his neck cracking like popping beans, then he channeled his strength into his fist and charged forward.

"Die." The gray-eyed man sneered, and his fist, larger than Fanxin's head, slammed down, aiming for Fanxin's head. He ignored the attack from the knife, because he was confident that his body could defend itself.

"Not going to block my knife?" Fanxin's eyes narrowed slightly, a fierce killing intent appearing at the corner of his mouth. He slightly shifted his body, slashing upwards with the knife in his hand, aiming straight for the other's gray eyes.

He couldn't find any weaknesses elsewhere, but the eyes were a relatively vulnerable part of the human body, and he believed that the opponent couldn't defend against them there.

Sensing Fanxin's intentions, the man's expression turned cold, and he withdrew one hand, preparing to block Fanxin's attack.

However, Fanxin did not give the other party any chance and immediately released the Dragon-Slaying Sword, sending out those blood-red dragons to block the arm.

The crimson dragon transformed into a long, crimson river, surging towards the arm that was about to block its chest.

Bang bang bang bang...

The sounds of repeated impacts echoed as the crimson dragon, ferocious and fearless, rammed into the gray-eyed man's arm. The crimson dragon's strength was already immense, and now, attacking a single point with full force, it caused considerable trouble for the gray-eyed man.

"Asshole."

The gray-eyed man cursed angrily. One of his hands was dealing with Fanxin and he couldn't pull it back. This hand was originally meant to block another wave of attacks from Fanxin, but it was unexpectedly disrupted by a group of inexplicable blood-red dragons.

Now, he's caught in a dilemma: whether to take it back or not.

However, Fanxin had no time to care whether he was conflicted or not. A hint of excitement and ferocity flashed in his eyes. He suddenly thrust at the gap created by the blood-red dragon, aiming straight for its eyes.

"Trying to destroy my eyes? Don't even think about it."

The gray-eyed man's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the crimson dragons on his arm that were constantly interfering with him, he was filled with rage. With all his might, he pulled upwards, actually blocking the obstruction of the crimson dragons. Before Fanxin's knife fell, he pulled his hand in front of his face.

Ding-dong

Fanxin's knife pierced the other person's arm, but he didn't intend to hit them.

"Heh heh, you failed." The gray-eyed man chuckled mockingly.

"Yes, what a pity to miss such a good opportunity." Fanxin sighed helplessly upon hearing this, but then he suddenly revealed a sly smile and said, "But how do you know that this is the only plan I have?"

To defeat a master with a single move is nothing short of wishful thinking. He, Fanxin, wasn't so foolish as to believe he could eliminate his opponent with a single sword strike.

"Hmm, what do you mean by that?" The gray-eyed man was taken aback, his expression turning grim. Fanxin's words contained an unspoken meaning, which made his heart tighten.

"Heh, nothing interesting." Fanxin glanced at the blood-red dragons without leaving a trace, and suddenly issued an order to attack.

The crimson dragon, which had been attacking the arm of the gray-eyed man, suddenly abandoned the arm and hurtled towards his eyes at such a speed that no one could react in time.

Seeing the approaching crimson dragons, the gray-eyed man's fair face changed involuntarily. He was horrified and finally understood what Fanxin's backup plan was. It turned out that his knife was a feint, while these crimson dragons were the real attack.

"What a treacherous brat." The gray-eyed man took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Fanxin with intense resentment, clearly determined to kill Fanxin.

"Hehe, so what? Dealing with someone like you requires ruthlessness." Fanxin Xin grinned, and with another burst of power from his right foot, he coordinated with the crimson dragon to divert some of his attention.

The simultaneous attacks from the crimson dragon and Fanxin caused a flicker of panic in the gray-eyed man's eyes. However, after a moment's thought, he decided to prioritize protecting his eyes. Those were his most vulnerable points, impervious even to Haki; if hit, he would go blind.

Although his domineering Haki allowed him to see even without his eyes, he still didn't want to lose them. After all, observing his surroundings with his Haki without eyes would be a completely different experience.