Ye Fan Cheats

Killing the Son of the Plane would only lead to the appearance of another Son of the Plane.

The system advised the host to keep Ye Fan alive. Information on the next Son of the Plane was unknown.

Unknown?

Jiang Yang's pupils contracted. The reason he had been able to plan ahead against Ye Fan was because he had read the original novel.

But if the next Son of the Plane was unknown, things would become difficult.

As Jiang Yang pondered, Ye Fan had already charged in front of him and swung his sword like a madman.

Though he had been angered to the point of nearly losing his mind, seven years of combat instincts from the Apocalypse were etched into Ye Fan's heart.

All kinds of hunting and combat techniques had become instincts ingrained in his very bones.

His movements flowed smoothly in one seamless sequence, leaving even Jiang Yang struggling to fend him off.

The sound of metal clashing rang out without end. The surface of the Vibranium Round Shield remained smooth. After all, it was the hardest metal in the Marvel world; in this world, it was probably still among the very toughest.

"Damn it, what is that thing?"

Ye Fan glanced at his Broadsword. Several chips had already appeared on its blade.

If only the Black Gold Ancient Blade were here!

Ye Fan began to miss his Black Gold Ancient Blade. That ancient blade could be considered one of the finest weapons of the Apocalypse.

He just did not know which rich bastard had bought it.

That damned thing!

Rage surged within Ye Fan. If he found the person who had bought the Black Gold Ancient Blade ahead of time, he would definitely tear them to pieces!

Just as he made that vow, Ye Fan froze.

Speak of the devil.

A weapon strikingly similar to the Black Gold Ancient Blade appeared in Jiang Yang's hand. Rather than merely resembling it, it was practically the very same blade!

"How do you have that blade?!"

Ye Fan's entire body trembled. So Jiang Yang was the one who had bought the ancient blade?

He had stolen his brother, slept with his woman, and even taken his weapon?

Ye Fan found reality difficult to accept. Was this so-called Butterfly Effect targeting him a little too specifically?

Could it be that this was not reincarnation after all? Or did Jiang Yang possess the ability to foresee the future?

"This blade has been passed down through my family. Isn't it perfectly normal for it to be with me?"

Killing intent surged in Jiang Yang's heart. Even if he could not kill Ye Fan, crippling him would still be fine.

"Passed down through your family? Heh, haha!"

Ye Fan sneered, then charged at Jiang Yang the next instant. His figure was ghostlike, like a fallen leaf tossed about in a gale. No one could predict what his next move would be.

But Jiang Yang was not worried in the slightest. He simply closed his eyes.

The sight only made Ye Fan's fury burn fiercer, and the killing intent in his eyes intensified.

On the other side, Ye Qingwei stared blankly at the scene. She had no idea what had happened to Ye Fan.

"Sister Qiu Chan, hurry and help Bro Jiang!"

Ye Qingwei pleaded through tears. Aside from Jiang Yang, Qiu Chan was the strongest fighter here.

Though she did not know what was wrong with Ye Fan, Ye Qingwei could tell that he wanted to kill Jiang Yang.

Even Qiu Chan was somewhat surprised by Ye Fan's aura.

But when she saw Jiang Yang's composed expression as he stood there with his eyes closed, she watched with interest instead.

"That guy doesn't need my help."

Qiu Chan looked at Jiang Yang. He carried an air she found especially familiar—the relaxed manner of someone facing an opponent far weaker than himself.

She understood Jiang Yang.

When her opponent was weaker than her, even in a fight to the death, Qiu Chan could not muster any interest.

Jiang Yang was in exactly that state right now.

"There aren't many people qualified to become my master!"

A smile curved Qiu Chan's lips. Only someone with such an invincible bearing was qualified to be her master!

With a bang, the Black Gold Ancient Blade collided with the Broadsword. The tremendous force sent Ye Fan flying.

As a Basic Warrior, his physical attributes could at most reach five times that of an ordinary person, while Jiang Yang's had reached fifteen times. What did he have to fight with?

So what if he had seven years of combat experience in the Apocalypse? Had he ever heard of One Sword Breaks All Techniques?

Jiang Yang gave a wicked smile, still without opening his eyes. At this moment, every one of Ye Fan's movements was crystal clear in his perception.

He was not seeing with his eyes, but sensing with his ability.

Within a range of twenty meters, Jiang Yang could sense everything related to water—the water molecules in the air, the moisture in the soil, and the blood within human bodies.

It was not merely perception—Jiang Yang could exert a slight degree of control over it as well.

In the original novel, some Water Ability Users could directly condense water balls in midair. Those Ability Users leaned more toward control over their abilities.

Jiang Yang, on the other hand, leaned more toward perception. His control over the surrounding moisture was not particularly strong, but his senses were exceptionally clear.

So clear that he could distinctly sense the speed at which blood flowed through Ye Fan's body.

"So this is what it feels like to have an ability?"

It felt incredible!

After Ye Fan was blasted away by Jiang Yang, the fury surging through him quickly subsided.

He had actually been sent flying.

Were Hidden Professions really this powerful?

Ye Fan stared at Jiang Yang darkly. In his memory, the other man was an idle Rich Second Generation. Forget combat techniques—he should not even have been able to hold a knife steady.

So how had he suddenly become this strong?

"What the hell is going on?!!"

Ye Fan let out a low roar.

Memories of seven years of slaughter in the Apocalypse churned within him, and killing intent rose from his body. It was an aura forged through countless struggles in the Apocalypse.

Genuine killing intent tempered through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But before Jiang Yang, that aura was somewhat lacking.

Who did not have an aura?

Leaving aside everything else, Ye Fan had survived seven years in the Apocalypse, so he was certainly capable. But thinking he could overwhelm Jiang Yang with the aura he had accumulated over seven years in the Apocalypse was sheer fantasy.

It was like asking why the efforts of three generations should lose to one person's years of studying by lamplight.

The moment Dragon Might was unleashed, the vicious aura around Ye Fan vanished without a trace.

The Dragon Might of the Dragon Totem was the might of a true Divine Dragon. It was not something seven years in the Apocalypse could compare to.

Ye Fan was so oppressed and intimidated by that aura that he could not move, while the blood flowing through his body accelerated—it was Jiang Yang using his ability.

He leaned toward perception, but that did not mean he was incapable of control.

He could still make the blood in Ye Fan's body flow a little faster.

Jiang Yang planned to cripple Ye Fan first.

Under Jiang Yang's influence, the blood in Ye Fan's body flowed faster and faster. Veins had begun to bulge across the surface of his body, looking as horrifying as varicose veins.

Jiang Yang also felt the strain. Using an ability consumed energy as well.

Ye Fan stood rooted in place, veins bulging all over his body, his eyes filled with terror.

What kind of ability was this?

Ye Fan did not know, but he knew he was about to reach his limit.

At that critical moment, the Money-Scattering Boy, who was being besieged by everyone not far away, suddenly went berserk.

A beam of golden light fell upon Ye Fan. The next moment, he broke free of Jiang Yang's control and charged straight in with his blade.

"What's going on? Did the Will of the Plane step in to protect its son?"