Instead of retreating, Fang Han advanced, combining the Wind God Step with the Sky- Void-Sundering Sword Manual.
His figure moved erratically, and the sword light flashed like a thunderclap, sharp and unparalleled.
The two clashed fiercely on the stage, their crimson and cyan-gold beams colliding, intertwining, and annihilating each other.
Each collision produced a deafening roar, and shockwaves spread outwards wave after wave, stirring up the dust on the platform and creating murky ripples in mid-air.
The contestants below the stage were astonished.
They originally thought Fang Han only possessed combat strength comparable to a martial artist who First Barrier Breakthrough, but they didn't expect that he had a hidden skill, and his true combat strength was comparable to a martial artist who had broken through two levels.
Moreover, he held his own against Blazing Sun.
Qin Yuan stood on the left side of the crowd, his deep eyes falling on Fang Han face for the first time before returning to silence.
Lin Qingyin stood on the other side of the crowd, a flicker of emotion also passing through her clear and elegant eyes.
Chu Jinghong's fingers tightened slightly on the hilt of the sword, and a flash of sword light seemed to pass through her clear, cold eyes.
Zhen Feixuan stood at the edge of the crowd, her white outfit highlighting her tall and graceful figure.
A look of shock flickered in those eyes, as clear as autumn water.
On the stage, the two had exchanged nearly a hundred blows.
Fang Han maintained a combat strength comparable to a martial artist who had broken through two levels, remaining calm and steady.
Suppressing one's own strength while fighting against a powerful opponent like Blazing Sun provides an excellent opportunity to hone one's Sword Technique and Body Movement.
Each dodge and each counterattack deepened his understanding of the synergy between the Wind God Step and the Void-Sundering Sword Manual.
He could feel that his Sword Technique and Body Movement were becoming more fluid and seamless in this intense exchange.
He had vaguely sensed this advantage when he fought Bai Yan yesterday, and this feeling became even stronger when he fought Blazing Sun today.
Compared to Fang Han, Blazing Sun became increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed.
He discovered that he had pushed his cultivation to its limit, yet he still couldn't suppress Fang Han.
Fang Han's Sword Technique seemed to carry a strange rhythm, always managing to neutralize his attacks at the most precise moment and launch a perfectly timed counterattack.
No matter how much combat power he unleashed, Fang Han was able to block it. It felt as if the opponent hadn't used his full strength, as if he had become the opponent's whetstone.
A feeling of indescribable frustration welled up inside him.
He, the True Disciple of the Blazing Flame Sect and First Grade cultivation, was actually used as a whetstone?
After more than a hundred moves.
A glint flashed in Fang Han's eyes; he had gained enough experience from this encounter.
It's time to end the battle.
He swayed, pushing the < Wind God Step > to its limit, like a true breeze drifting through the gaps between the Blazing Sun fist's energy.
The Cloudsplitter Sword rose from below, slashing towards Blazing Sun's waist and abdomen.
The speed and angle of this sword strike were extremely tricky, Blazing Sun was unable to dodge it in time, so he had no choice but to hastily block it with his left arm.
"Clang--"
The sword struck the crimson gauntlet on Blazing Sun's left arm, producing a dull metallic clang.
A deep sword mark appeared on the arm guard. Although it did not completely sever the arm, the force that penetrated the body caused Blazing Sun to grunt and his body to slide backward several feet involuntarily.
Before he could regain his footing, Fang Han's second sword had already arrived.
This sword strike was even more cunning and swift, piercing through the barely perceptible gap between Blazing Sun's fists, its tip precisely striking his right shoulder.
"Laugh--"
With a soft tearing sound, a wound about an inch deep appeared on Blazing Sun's right shoulder, and blood instantly seeped out, staining his crimson outfit.
Blazing Sun groaned, gritting his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain, as he threw out both fists, attempting to force Fang Han back.
But Fang Han gave him no chance to catch his breath. The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword... each sword was faster than the last, like an endless tide, completely engulfing the Blazing Sun.
In the end, Fang Han deflected Blazing Sun's fists with a single sword strike, and the tip of the Cloudsplitter Sword remained firmly three inches in front of Blazing Sun's throat.
The chill emanating from the sword's edge caused a fine granulation to appear on the Blazing Sun skin.
His movements froze instantly. He glanced down at the sword tip pressed against his throat, then looked up at Fang Han.
After a moment of silence, he slowly lowered his fists.
"I lost."
His voice was hoarse and low, carrying a complex mix of emotions—resentment and shock.
Fang Han sheathed his sword and nodded slightly. "You flatter me."
The old man in the red robe spoke calmly:
" Qingyang Prefecture Fang Han, but it is victorious."
The moment the red-robed elder announced the results, the entire venue seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand.
Dead silence.
An unprecedented silence.
Even the wind seemed to have stopped.
In the audience, the eyes of 100,000 people were focused on that figure in white robes, their eyes filled with pure shock.
Even though Fang Han unleashed his combat power to break through two levels, many of them still believed that Blazing Sun would ultimately win, after all, Blazing Sun was First Grade martial artist.
But the result was beyond their expectations. In the end, it was not Blazing Sun, First Grade martial artist, who won, but Fang Han, a Second Grade martial artist.
"Plop--"
Someone swallowed hard, their voice ringing out clearly in the deathly silence.
immediately--
"Boom!!!"
The sound waves exploded out like a burst dam!
" Fang Han actually won!"
" Fang Han actually defeated First Grade opponent while only being Second Grade!"
Exclamations, exclamations of admiration, and murmurs of disbelief mingled together, forming a deafening torrent that surged through the hall.
They witnessed a miracle.
It's common for top geniuses to fight across several minor realms, but it's very difficult for a top genius to fight another top genius of a higher realm.
A young man from an ordinary county, with a cultivation level of Second Grade, defeated the True Disciple disciple of First Grade Overlord-Level Faction of Rank 1.
The atmosphere in the contestants' area was equally heavy and suffocating.
The contestants, First Grade cultivation level, had varying expressions at this moment.
Qin Yuan watched Fang Han's retreating figure as he walked off the Combat Platform, remained silent for a moment, and then gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.
This name is more than just something he remembered.
Lin Qingyin stood at the edge of the crowd, the surprise in her clear eyes slowly settling.
She gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and murmured to herself:
"They actually defeated the Blazing Sun..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but the importance she placed on it was self-evident in her eyes.
Chu Jinghong's fingers gently caressed the hilt of the sword, and a flash of sword light seemed to pass through her clear, cold eyes.
He didn't speak, but the Sword Intent that had been restrained around him fluctuated slightly for a moment.
'Yesterday's guess has come true!'
Zhen Feixuan stood still, her white outfit accentuating her tall and straight figure.
She stared at Fang Han's retreating figure, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, filled with shock.
Yesterday's seemingly exaggerated guess has come true; Fang Han did not use his full strength yesterday and was still hiding his true power.
Is Fang Han's current strength truly his limit?
A thought uncontrollably surfaced in her mind: Could Fang Han's current combat power still not be his limit?
She found this speculation utterly absurd.
After all, Fang Han's current combat strength already exceeds his cultivation level by a full five minor realms. How could he possibly become stronger?
But a voice inside her told her that her guess might be true.
In a corner of the audience seats.
Luo Yuntian suddenly stood up, gripping the railing in front of him tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence; only his eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement and shock.
After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable:
"Senior Brother Fang... he actually... won?"
Liu Bai sat beside him, her ethereal face filled with disbelief and astonishment.
After a long silence, he slowly shook his head, his voice carrying a complex, sighing tone:
" Second Grade official defeating First Grade... Brother Fang is Non-Self comprehension."
Mad Blade remained silent.
He just stared at Fang Han's back, his eyes, sharp as blades, filled with shock.
After a long while, he slowly loosened his grip on the knife hilt, letting out a long, drawn-out sigh.
"Monster."
Just then, the voice of the old man in red robes rang out in the hall:
"Match 8: Jiang Lan from Azure Wave Prefecture versus Meng Yu from Qingzhou Prefecture."
Upon hearing that the eighth match was about to begin, some viewers expressed their anticipation.
Fang Han has already created a miracle. Is there anyone else who can create a miracle and defy the odds to defeat First Grade?
However, a miracle is called a miracle precisely because it is rare.
Jiang Lan's offensive was like raging waves crashing against the shore. His deep blue Internal Qi formed layers of water curtains around him, and when he slashed out with his sword, it was as if the entire ocean had collapsed.
Meng Yu exerted all his strength, his blade flashing, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the face of this destructive force.
However, after only three moves, he was blasted away by a deep blue Sword Qi and crashed heavily onto a platform dozens of feet away.
The outcome is a foregone conclusion.
A low sigh escaped from the audience.
The eighth contestant, with a cultivation level of Second Grade, was defeated by a contestant with a cultivation level of First Grade, and was unable to stage another miracle.
The red-robed elder's calm voice rang out. " Jiang Lan of Azure Wave Prefecture wins."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears:
"Today's competition concludes here. The final four battles will begin tomorrow at 9:00 AM."
Fang Han turned around and walked out of the venue.
The hem of his white robe swayed slightly with each step, his expression calm and composed.
" Fang Han, that's Fang Han?"
"It was him, the Second Grade Late Stage cultivator who defied the odds against First Grade. Before today, who could have imagined such a thing would happen?"
"This young man comes from Qingyang Prefecture, and I've heard he's from a top-tier power..."
"Just because he comes from a top-tier power? This boy's talent is absolutely among the most outstanding of all geniuses."
The murmurs surged through the crowd like a tide, and as Fang Han walked, the crowd automatically parted to make way for him.
Those gazes held awe, curiosity, shock, and even a hint of barely concealed jealousy.
Even after Fang Han's figure disappeared at the end of the passage, the murmurs continued.
Everyone knew that from this day forward, the name Fang Han would be known throughout the entire Imperial Capital.