The confrontation between Chu Han and Fan suddenly erupted. Within seconds of their clash, several rounds of attack and defense had already unfolded. The ceaseless clang of weapons rang out, and the collisions of extremely high-energy fluctuations instantly left the stage at the venue unrecognizable.
The carefully prepared venue had turned into ruins. Deep tears crisscrossed the ground, leaving the center of the red-carpeted hall devastated.
The people in the VIP seats had long since fled or taken cover. Several powerful forces guarded Chen Ci and the other elders, and Meng Qiwei alone could not break through, leaving him no choice but to circle around the enemy forces.
Ye Zibo was simply unlucky. Chu Han had not given him so much as a glance from beginning to end, yet the shockwaves from his clash with Fan directly left him seriously injured.
This situation further highlighted the fact that although Ye Zibo was currently the leader of Shangjing Base, he was the least threatening person in everyone's eyes—or rather, no one had ever taken him seriously at all.
Thus, when Ye Zibo collapsed unconscious on the ground, aside from several higher-ups shouting frantically for someone to save him, Chu Han and Fan, who were closest to him, paid no attention whatsoever to whether he lived or died. Their full focus was on each other's attacks.
"Heh! Impressive indeed. A mere Tier 7, yet you can fight me to a standstill!" Fan viciously locked Chu Han's Asura Battle Axe between his two short blades, his voice filled with arrogant disdain.
Chu Han remained expressionless. "That only proves you're pathetically weak. If not for those two short blades, I would've split you apart with one swing of my axe!"
The short blades in Fan's hands were clearly extraordinary. They looked unremarkable, but the