Defeated

An invisible shockwave suddenly spread out.

On the plaza, the top Prodigies standing at the very front all paled and activated their Protective Divine Light to barely withstand the aftershocks. Even so, they were still shaken and their Qi and Blood surged.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Everyone stared intently at the scene.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, two figures appeared.

Zhao Xiaotian took three steps back.

Chen Fan also took three steps back.

Have equal shares!

The entire hall was deathly silent!

A freshman who has only been enrolled for a little over a year, in a pure contest of strength, is evenly matched with the top scholar of Nine Provinces, who has been immersed in this path for nearly a century and is known for his physical dominance?!

"Happy!!"

Zhao Xiaotian's eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance. Far from being annoyed by his failure to achieve victory with a single punch, he trembled with excitement.

"Again!"

He stomped his foot on the ground, his entire body transforming into a blurry afterimage as he charged towards Chen Fan once more.

Fist, palm, fingers, elbow, knee...

Every part of his body transformed into the most terrifying weapon of destruction, with sweeping, powerful strikes that made the Void groan, and every move containing the Martial Dao True Intent.

Chen Fan's gaze was calm, his figure swaying erratically, like a small boat navigating through a raging storm.

He also relied solely on his physical strength to counter each move, proceeding cautiously step by step, sometimes deflecting attacks with his palms, sometimes breaking through with his fingers, and sometimes striking head-on with his fists.

The two engaged in fierce close-quarters combat for over a hundred rounds within a radius of a hundred meters.

The dull thuds of fists striking flesh were as dense as raindrops pattering on banana leaves; each collision sent shivers down the Prodigies.

What they saw was no longer just two people fighting.

Rather, they were two Primordial Gods and Demons unleashing their power in the most primal way!

"Drink!"

After another hard clash, Zhao Xiaotian suddenly pulled back, his Qi and Blood boiling to their peak. His black hair moved without wind, and the battle intent emanating from his body condensed behind him into a phantom of War God holding Battle Axe and standing tall and firm!

"Junior Fellow Apprentice Chen Fan, you're the first person to have pushed me to this point!"

Zhao Xiaotian's voice was like rolling thunder.

Take my final punch!

"World-Subduing!"

The phantom of the War God also raised the giant axe in his hand, merging it with his fist to form a destructive pillar of light capable of shattering Stars, which slammed down fiercely towards Chen Fan!

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Chen Fan sighed softly.

"Senior Fellow Apprentice's Dao is very powerful."

However, excessive rigidity leads to breakage.

He finally stopped relying solely on brute force.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward.

A fist-sized disc, slowly circulating with black and white energy, seemingly containing a miniature wheel representing the beginning of the universe and the birth and death of all things, quietly emerged.

The Life-and-Death Wheel Disc.

The next instant, the World-Subduing, powerful enough to shatter Stars, slammed into the roulette wheel.

The violent and unparalleled power was continuously dissipated by the white airflow flowing within the wheel the moment it came into contact with it.

The invincible Martial Dao, shrouded in black aura, withered away rapidly, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Xiaotian was horrified to discover that his all-out attack had vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

It was as if it had never existed.

He remained frozen in his punching stance, a look of incomprehensible bewilderment and blankness appearing for the first time on his face, which was filled with fanaticism and fighting spirit.

Opposite.

Chen Fan slowly put away the Life-and-Death Wheel Disc in his palm. The wheel disappeared into his body as if it had never existed.

He looked at Zhao Xiaotian, who was standing there in a daze, and bowed to him solemnly once again.

Then, he spoke gently.

"Senior Fellow Apprentice, you flatter me."

As Chen Fan's calm and gentle voice fell, the entire White Jade Plaza, including the high platform, fell into an eerie silence.

The wind stopped, the dust settled, and Ten Thousand Dao eyes moved back and forth between the two disproportionate figures in the center of the arena. Every face was filled with absurdity and shock that could not be described in words.

A Seventh Grade Immortal Realm top student, a representative figure of the Nine Provinces Martial Academy's physical cultivation path, just like that... defeated?

They lost to a freshman who had only been enrolled for a little over a year?

Zhao Xiaotian lowered his head, his gaze fixed on his slightly trembling right fist.

There were no marks on his fist, but the emptiness and powerlessness he felt were more real than any physical pain.

His path, his proud "Overlord Body World-Subduing Fist," was as fragile as a joke before that small black and white roulette wheel.

After a moment of bewilderment, an unprecedentedly bright light burst forth in Zhao Xiaotian's eyes, as if the fog that had plagued him for a century had been cleared away, revealing a brand new world.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A suppressed chuckle quickly transformed into a deafening, cathartic laugh.

The laughter was devoid of its previous domineering and fighting spirit, instead filled with an unprecedented sense of freedom and joy.

Under the astonished gazes of the entire audience, the chief student of the Nine Provinces Martial Academy suddenly stopped laughing, bowed deeply to the slender figure in front of him, his body almost bent at a ninety-degree angle.

"I lost!"

He raised his head, his voice loud and clear, each word resounding.

"Junior Fellow Apprentice Chen Fan, your Dao is more complete and harmonious than mine! Today's battle surpasses my years of arduous cultivation!"

"Thank you... for your help!"

Boom!

This statement caused an uproar throughout the room!

The disciples of the Nine Provinces Martial Academy were not ashamed of their chief disciple's defeat; instead, they all stood tall with their chests held high.

Looking at Zhao Xiaotian, who was upright and honest, and then at Chen Fan, who calmly returned the greeting, the hostility and contempt in their eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a pure and heartfelt awe.

This is the true demeanor of a strong person!

On the high platform, Old Freak Wang could no longer suppress the smile on his face; it almost stretched to his ears.

"You're kidding," Old Freak Wang thought to himself with glee. "This little monster has refined an entire Origin Ancient Realm. Withstanding Zhao Xiaotian's full-force attack is just an appetizer. These old guys have no idea what they're facing."

Meanwhile, the Chief Instructors of academies such as Heavenly Sword and Canghai finally managed to recover from their Petrification state.

The way they looked at Chen Fan had completely changed.

It's no longer about seeing a brilliant young talent, nor is it about seeing a rough gem worth investing in.

That gaze was as if he were looking at a true dragon that had already begun to take shape in the shallows, about to soar into the heavens!

In the arena, Chen Fan returned Zhao Xiaotian's deep bow with a respectful and sincere expression.

"Senior Fellow Apprentice, you flatter me. Your fist technique is both powerful and pure, and it has given me a new understanding of the true meaning of strength," he said calmly. "I should be thanking you for Senior Fellow Apprentice guidance."