As Ye Qingxuan fought, doubts began stirring in his heart. Why did Yang Fanyuan seem even a notch weaker than Yang Fanzhou? He was nowhere near as powerful as Ye Qingxuan had imagined.
Logically, this was utterly baffling. Yang Fanyuan had once topped the Heavenly Immortal Realm Combat Power Rankings. His combat power ought to have been even more terrifying, so why had he grown weaker instead?!
Was he deliberately feigning weakness, hoping to launch a surprise attack the moment I lowered my guard and settle the fight with a single blow?!
That had to be it. There was no other explanation. Ye Qingxuan immediately roared:
"Senior Brother Yang, stop holding back! Show me your full strength! I've seen through your scheme, and I won't fall for it!"
After speaking, Ye Qingxuan deliberately unleashed all the Spiritual Power in his body, guarding against Yang Fanyuan flying into a humiliated rage and launching a sudden sneak attack. He could not let him succeed.
Yang Fanyuan looked utterly bewildered. He had already pulled out every trick he knew, holding nothing back. Why was Ye Qingxuan still saying he had not used his full strength?!
Was he mocking me for being too weak to defeat him after all this time?
That had to be it! This hateful bastard had gone far too far. I had to show him a thing or two today!
"You brat, don't underestimate me! Take my spear!"
Enraged, Yang Fanyuan frantically drove the Spiritual Power throughout his body and unleashed a secret technique he had kept as a trump card. His combat power erupted instantly, astonishingly fierce. Like a raging tiger, he forced Ye Qingxuan back step after step.
Ye Qingxuan's expression changed in alarm, and he secretly counted his blessings. Yang Fanyuan really had been hiding his