The current situation was this: Tu Xiao'an was caught in the middle of an explosion, his figure obscured, while fat rats swarmed toward him one after another, a terrifying sight to behold.

The black-robed man, Lin Fan, raised an eyebrow. There was no joy on his face; instead, a sharp, gleaming sword appeared in his hand. It was as if he had become a different person, his face now radiating a dazzling light. A sudden cold wind rose, carrying the hum of the blade as he charged straight for the site of the explosion.

He wasn't holding back in the slightest.

A Biological Controller didn't just control creatures. That was merely an awakened Talent. They had to practice Martial Arts themselves to become truly strong.

"You're finished."

Lin Fan thrust his sword toward the shadow within the hazy smoke. This chain of attacks was overwhelming; there was no way to escape.

SHLICK...

The gleaming sword struck home. Along with the sound of flesh being pierced, red liquid seemed to pulse in the air.

"So this is all an Elemental Martial Cultivator amounts to," Lin Fan said, his eyes narrowing to slits as a sharp glint flashed within them.

From the explosion to his attack, the entire sequence was executed flawlessly in a single instant.

The other three watched, stunned, as Lin Fan's sword plunged into the smoke. It looked like he had landed a hit.

How could an Elemental Martial Cultivator lose to a Biological Controller?

And the fight had only just begun...

The smoke dissipated, revealing an upright figure. Tu Xiao'an stood right where he was, watching Lin Fan with a smile on his handsome face.

A trace of astonishment flickered in Lin Fan's eyes. His sword was caught between his opponent's two fingers. But he had clearly felt it connect—the sensation of a blade piercing flesh and skin.

In the next second, Lin Fan understood. His sword had indeed struck something, but it wasn't his opponent's body. Instead, it had skewered a fat rat, and only then had the blade been caught between the young man's fingers.

The rats that had been charging forward relentlessly were now all frozen in midair, as if they had escaped gravity, held stock-still right before Tu Xiao'an's eyes.

Dozens of rats suspended in the air, a young man casually catching a sword between his fingers—the scene was straight out of a wuxia drama.

"Not a bad move."

At that moment, a playful look appeared in Tu Xiao'an's eyes. He gave a slight squint, and—POP POP POP...

The large rats, frozen in the air, fell silently to the ground, now nothing but lifeless corpses. He had killed them without spilling a drop of blood, severing their life force.

Just then, Lin Fan saw a deep blue aura manifest around the other's body. His expression changed drastically. 'This is bad,' he thought.

'He's about to use his Elemental Attribute Ability.'

Lin Fan hastily tried to pull his sword back, but he immediately found it was stuck fast. The sharp, gleaming blade began to freeze over, the ice spreading toward his arm at a visible rate.

The three-foot-long sword was frozen solid in a single breath's time.

Lin Fan didn't have time to think; he immediately dropped the sword.

The weapon fell heavily to the ground, now completely covered in a thick layer of ice.

Lin Fan wanted to immediately put distance between himself and Tu Xiao'an. An Elemental Martial Cultivator's methods were too bizarre; after a single misstep, keeping your distance was crucial.

But in the next moment, Lin Fan's face drained of color. He discovered he couldn't move his feet, as if they had taken root in the ground.

He looked down, and his face grew even paler, as if he had been stunned by the horn blast of the Doomsday Judgment.

His feet had been frozen in a layer of ice without him realizing it. What was more terrifying was that this ice was creeping up his legs, inch by inch.

In just a few breaths, he would become a lifelike, man-shaped ice sculpture.

Strangely, however, the ice wasn't spreading quickly. Instead, it was like a countdown—ten, nine, eight, seven, six—announcing his complete Ice Seal.

"You've lost. Do you submit?"

Tu Xiao'an smiled faintly as he looked at Lin Fan, whose lower body was frozen solid.

This was never a battle between equals. To outsiders, it might have looked like a clash of rivals, but in Tu Xiao'an's eyes, it was no different from children playing house.

If he had wanted to, a single bolt of Thunder could have instantly incapacitated his opponent.

'But a mere Level 21 Biological Controller actually forced me to use two Elemental Abilities?'

Lin Fan stared blankly at Tu Xiao'an, his face pale. But then he shook his head stubbornly and said in a cold voice, "You're underestimating me. A Rank Two Biological Controller isn't made of paper."

"Oh...?" Tu Xiao'an watched him with curiosity. "It seems you have an ace up your sleeve?"

"Baozi, come here..."

Suddenly, Lin Fan shouted. The battle on the other side, the war between cat and rat, had been overlooked. Both creatures were covered in bloodstains, their fight just as fierce.

The Golden Pupils was defending the honor of the Cat Race, determined to take down this rat.

But the Rank Two Rat Spirit was of a higher Realm and could even speak human words. How could it lose to a mute?

It was a clash of titans, and they were locked in a dead heat.

But at Lin Fan's shout, the small white rat, covered in blood, saw its master in peril. An explosive wave of energy erupted from its body, directly blasting back the entangled Golden Pupils. It then transformed into a white streak and shot over at extreme speed.

"Baozi, combine!"

Lin Fan opened his mouth wide, and the white streak shot directly into it.

He swallowed it in one gulp.

What the...

Tu Xiao'an was shocked, but the others were even more so.

'Has he lost his mind? Eating a raw rat? What a heavy taste...'

In an instant, as if blessed by a god, a terrifying power erupted from within Lin Fan's body. Tu Xiao'an quickly retreated as the ice encasing Lin Fan's lower body shattered inch by inch, setting him free.

But that wasn't all. Lin Fan seemed to be evolving. A long tail grew from his backside, his muscles strengthened, and his entire body swelled to three meters tall. His handsome features began to twist, his nose sharpening as white fur sprouted from it.

A Demon. This was, without a doubt, a Demon.

Tu Xiao'an stepped back and watched quietly, thinking to himself, 'I never expected a Biological Controller to have this kind of transformation ability. Fusing with their pet makes their combat power skyrocket.'

Lin Fan's current strength was at least three times greater than before.

'If he were facing an opponent on his own level, they would probably be crushed.'

'Is this the freakish part of being a Biological Controller?'

'It is a little freakish, I'll admit.'

Now, as a Demon, gales of wind swirled violently around Lin Fan, who was radiating a frenzied killing intent. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Now, our real fight begins."

Demon Lin Fan spoke in an extremely hoarse voice, his eyes glowing with an eerie light as he stared death at Tu Xiao'an.

"ROAR..."

Suddenly...

The Golden Pupils let out a tiger's roar that shot toward the heavens. The light of its Yin Yang Eye flared as it pounced at Demon Lin Fan.

"Kitty, you're courting death."

Contempt flashed in Demon Lin Fan's eyes. The long tail behind him whipped out, swatting the Golden Pupils more than ten meters away.

"Baby...!"

Yu Zitong, who had been watching from a distance, turned pale with fright and ran over. She saw the Golden Pupils lying in a pool of its own blood, unable to get up for a long time.

Seeing the Golden Pupils' miserable state, Tu Xiao'an shook his head. 'This cat, with the might of a tiger and the presence of a lion, truly isn't afraid of death, daring to charge in like that.'

"A little interesting. Your combined form is a bit ugly, but the power boost is impressive," Tu Xiao'an said, his expression calm. He estimated that this Demon Lin Fan now probably had the combat power of a Level 25 or higher.

Demon Lin Fan hadn't expected his opponent to remain so composed. 'Is he truly confident, or is he just putting on an act?'