Lin Fan Grew Stronger the More He Fought

The advantage was mine.

With a sweep of the spear in his hand, Lin Fan pointed its tip from afar at the enemy's Bright Force Realm expert, the Flower Thief.

The night wind blew neither swiftly nor slowly. Countless torches crackled as they burned, their rolling red glow illuminating both sides.

Dressed in black, the Flower Thief stood in the center of the enemy formation. His figure blurred, and the bricks beneath his feet burst slightly. Like a pitch-black phantom, he crossed dozens of paces in an instant and pounced through the air at Lin Fan atop the wall.

A biting gale, carrying a foul and sinister stench, rushed at him. His five fingers curled, their tips glinting with a dim bluish-black sheen. The abundant Inner Qi of the Bright Force Realm flooded into his palm, and his palm wind tore through the air as it struck straight for Lin Fan's chest.

"Brat, you reached the Bright Force Realm at such a young age. What a pity—I am three parts stronger than you. Retreat now, and I can spare your life. Otherwise, if we fight to the death, you will surely be the one to die!"

The Flower Thief's laughter was cold and piercing. As his Inner Qi surged, even the air around Zhou seemed pressed into sluggish stillness by that vicious power.

Facing the Flower Thief's attack, Lin Fan did not dare slack off in the slightest. The spear in his hand hummed and trembled, a faint glow flowing along its shaft. He shifted sideways with his footwork, and the long spear shot out like a venomous python leaving its lair, its tip piercing toward the base of the other man's palm.

Clang!!

The spear tip collided fiercely with the Flower Thief's bluish-black palm force, and the piercing ring