One Against Many

The besieged disciples of the Life School were all wounded and pale, but their eyes were unusually firm.

Just then, the Senior Fellow Apprentice in the lead caught a glimpse of Chen Fan slowly emerging from the forest out of the corner of his eye. Instead of showing any joy, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted with all his might.

"Junior Fellow Apprentice Chen Fan, run! They're after you, this is a trap!"

"Never mind us! Go and win the Champion, and prove a name for our Life School!"

His eyes were filled with determination; he was actually planning to burn his own Undying Origin to create an opportunity for Chen Fan to escape.

Better to be a shattered jade than a whole tile!

However, Chen Fan did not listen.

He calmly made his way through the tangled vines to the center of the arena, nodded slightly to the anxious Senior Fellow Apprentice, and said in a matter-of-fact, indifferent tone:

"Senior Fellow Apprentice, I'm also a member of the Life School."

One sentence made those Senior Fellow Apprentice, who were preparing to fight to the death, pause in their actions, and their eyes instantly reddened.

"You're Chen Fan?"

The burly leader of the Ancient Martial Arts School sized up Chen Fan, whose appearance as a seven or eight-year-old child only intensified the disdain in his eyes.

"Haha! You've got the path to heaven but not the path to hell, so why don't you just walk right in? Since you've delivered yourself to our doorstep, we don't need to bother looking for you anymore. Let's eliminate each other!"

He waved his hand dismissively, showing no interest in taking action himself.

"Go! Cripple him!"

In an instant, several disciples at the Early Stage Sixth Grade Undying Realm behind him stepped forward, their Qi and Blood erupting like a furnace. Their fierce and unparalleled fist winds tore through the air, producing ear-piercing sonic booms, and bombarded the thin figure in the arena from all directions!

Faced with an attack powerful enough to level a mountain, Chen Fan didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply took one step forward.

It's that simple.

An invisible Dao Rhythm emanated from his body, spreading out quietly like ripples on water.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Those violent punches and surging Qi and Blood, the moment they came into contact with that circle of Dao Rhythm, seemed to have all their vitality and energy instantly sucked away by an invisible hand.

They withered and decayed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, it turned into a few weak wisps of wind and vanished without a trace.

All the disciples of the Ancient Martial Arts Schools who had made their move suddenly froze.

They were horrified to realize that their proud, seemingly inexhaustible Qi and Blood energy was rapidly draining away in an incomprehensible way, like a punctured balloon!

A sense of oppression and fear originating from the Life Origin gripped their throats.

"Thump!" "Thump!"

One after another, those burly men who were so aggressive just a moment ago suddenly became weak in the knees, as if their bones had been removed. They collapsed to the ground, their faces filled with horror and confusion, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

From beginning to end, Chen Fan did not raise his hand or use any energy.

He strolled leisurely through the group of Ancient Martial Arts School disciples who were slumped on the ground, as if passing by a few stones blocking his way.

Finally, he approached his fellow disciples who were completely Petrification, blinked his amber eyes, revealing a hint of innocence and confusion.

"Senior Fellow Apprentice, let's go."

"The Myriad Beast Valley is about to open."

On the viewing platform, Old Freak Wang, the Chief Instructor of the Ancient Martial Arts School, stared intently at the Law Projection. He watched as his elite disciples lost all their fighting power without even touching the hem of their opponent's clothes. His old face first turned red, then ashen, and finally deathly pale.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood that had been building up in his chest finally couldn't be held back and gushed out.

Lin Xuanqing, sitting next to him, slowly put down his teacup with a soft sound, as if to bring this farce to a close.

He turned his head and said softly in a compassionate tone:

"Old Freak Wang, it seems your disciples aren't even qualified to let my apprentice warm up."

The atmosphere in the stands was tense.

Old Freak Wang, the Chief Instructor of the Ancient Martial Arts School, stared intently at the Law Projection, looking at his group of disciples who were limp as mud. His old face was ashen, his chest heaving violently, and a metallic taste kept rising in his throat.

He forced himself to swallow the mouthful of blood.

"Hmph! A bunch of useless trash!" Old Freak Wang slammed his hand on the armrest and said defiantly to the several Chief Instructors beside him, each with their own distinct expressions, "These are just appetizers. Losing is losing!"

He seemed to want to cover up his guilty conscience by raising his voice. He suddenly stood up, pointed in a certain direction of the Divine Domain in the projection, and his voice became high-pitched and frantic again.

"Our Ancient Martial Arts School's true trump card is Zhao Xingkong, known as the Little Martial God! He has already tempered his physical body to the pinnacle of the Undying Realm, with one foot already in the Immortal Realm. He is our school's prospective Star River Level Student!"

"The Champion of this Undying Realm will still be a prize for our Ancient Martial Arts School!"

However, this time, the response he received was no longer agreement or argument.

The other Chief Instructors merely smiled meaningfully upon hearing this, and didn't even bother to speak again.

Their minds were no longer on that ridiculous bet.

A monster who, within a year of enrolling, comprehended the Dao Principles to the point of having his own unique understanding...

How could this be Qilin Prodigy?

This is clearly a walking deity!

The issue now is no longer who will win, but what price must be paid after the competition to convince that madman Lin Xuanqing to let Chen Fan come to their school for "exchange and learning" for a period of time.

Even just listening in for a few days, gaining a glimpse into its principles, is enough to benefit the disciples immensely!

Lin Xuanqing ignored Old Freak Wang's final taunts.

He leisurely poured himself a steaming cup of Dao Comprehension Tea, the fragrant aroma seemingly isolating him from all the noise of the outside world.

That calm demeanor suggested he had already foreseen the final outcome.

Within the Divine Domain, in the Decaying Swamp.

The rescued disciples of the Life School were now excitedly surrounding Chen Fan.

The Senior Fellow Apprentice at the head of the group had a mixture of gratitude, awe, and fervor on his face. He took a deep breath and was about to say something.

"Junior Fellow Apprentice Chen Fan!"

Another disciple beside him interrupted him anxiously, his expression extremely grave.

"When we gathered at the entrance, we overheard that the Elemental Faction, Formation Faction, and Machinery Faction have joined forces to form a Hunting Alliance!"

He spoke incredibly fast, as if afraid of wasting a single second, "Their target is you! They want to concentrate all their forces to eliminate you before the final battle in the Myriad Beast Valley begins, so you don't steal the spotlight!"

"Junior Fellow Apprentice, this place is not safe to stay for long. You should quickly find a place to hide and avoid trouble!"

"Yes! Junior Fellow Apprentice, you go quickly! We'll stay behind to cover your retreat!"

The senior Senior Fellow Apprentice chattered amongst themselves, their faces filled with determination.

They knew very well that against an alliance of top geniuses, they wouldn't even be considered cannon fodder.

But it's worth it to buy Chen Fan even a second!