Chapter 626: Chapter 152: Duel with Yan Beihan [Ten Thousand Words] (Part 5)

In his previous life, his highest cultivation was only Emperor Level.

With so many experts at the headquarters sparring with Yan Beihan, whose combat experience isn’t far superior to his past life?

Yan Beihan’s insight was sufficient, so it’s only natural that she progressed quickly.

Therefore, Yan Beihan’s progress is also to be expected.

However, in Fang Che’s mind, there’s still a faint thought of ’I’ve lived two lifetimes, I’m impressive.’

He has yet to realize that these old demons who’ve lived for thousands, tens of thousands of years each surpass his two lifetimes combined dozens or even hundreds of times.

And the bloody storms they’ve experienced, the high-level life-and-death situations, far exceed what he went through in his past life.

Yan Beihan is extremely surprised that Fang Che’s combat power can be so brilliant. What seemed easy to win now seems impossible.

Moreover, this bastard is incredibly insidious, constantly aiming moves at her face, slightly careless and it would cause disfigurement, making her inner fire surge. Fighting a girl, who fights like this?

Even if he’s an enemy, but this is a friendly match... truly unreasonable!

In a fit of anger, Yan Beihan spins her body, forming a whirlwind of sword qi with a whoosh, the sword light flickering all over, merging into one.

Suddenly soaring skyward, shooting straight at Fang Che in midair!

Fang Che dared not delay, pressing the blade down, pointing the tip to the ground, spinning his body, layers of black shining ghost eyes twinkle, suddenly rising like a tide from beneath him, instantly surpassing his head, forming layers like a pagoda!

A total of seven layers!

Ghost eyes twinkle, blue light radiant, sword light flickering, cold intent threatening.

Whoosh!

Both sides move simultaneously, not knowing if the sword light hit the sword light pagoda first, or the sword light hit the sword qi column first!

Anyway, they tangled together in an instant.

Like dry wood and fierce fire, wrapping around swiftly.

Also seems like heavenly thunder and earth fire, mutually attracting, violently coupling.

The sound of impact was so dense it made one’s ears numb.

With a booming sound, the two separated, panting.

Then they charged again, spiraling around, sword and blade light flickering, constantly sparking like fireflies, scattering outward.

Yan Beihan became ruthless, determined to defeat Fang Che in moves.

To overpower just by strength is not a hero.

I will dignifiedly subdue him!

Make him remember my combat power whenever he sees me in the future!

So her swordsmanship became faster and faster.

Eventually, it completely transformed into a cyan wind.

Fang Che was equally unwilling to show weakness.

You’re fast, I’m fast too, I will show you my skills head-on.

Don’t think you’re formidable, with your good family and ample resources, so what?

I, too, am enduring!

Let’s see who can’t hold on first!

So his sword also became faster and faster.

The battle between the two was only of King Level, but the combat power displayed was already Emperor Level; and this incredible speed made even those like Chen Yin, Feng Yue and others feel their wrists go numb.

In the blink of an eye, the sword and blade have clashed hundreds of times.

This frequency is too fast.

In the crowd, the defeated Leng Yueya held a face ugly enough to make one indignant, his bean-sized eyes fixed, turning into broad beans.

Leng Yueya murmured: "This... this speed, this frequency, if used for craftsmanship, would already have become skilled..."

"Dang dang dang dang..."

The collision sound wasn’t loud, but it was continuous and long-lasting.

Both were pushing their speed to a higher level.

Thud thud thud...

Unaware of who moved their foot first, four long legs started kicking each other.

Tangling above, and below also entangled, the bodies of both transformed from two whirlwinds into one, winding upwards.

The sword and shadow, however, did not weaken in the slightest.

Finally...

With a boom.

Two attack sounds rang simultaneously.

Fang Che’s big foot accurately kicked Yan Beihan’s chest, while Yan Beihan also kicked Fang Che’s lower abdomen heavily.

The sword and blade clashed one last time.

Splat!

Then both their bodies flew backward.

Yan Beihan’s cultivation was inherently much higher than Fang Che’s, and she wore a Protective Treasure Clothes, stopped after flying three meters away, then immediately bounced back, her speed like thunder and lightning, the sword tip aimed straight at Fang Che’s throat...

Fang Che, however, did not dare wear any treasure clothes, this foot hit hard on his lower abdomen, though he was prepared and took it on purpose, it still hurt, immediately cold sweat dotted his forehead.

This kick was truly vicious, almost kicking Mr. Fang’s intestines apart; holding his stomach with a face of pain, he crumpled to the ground.

Before making another move, Fang Che readily raised a hand: "You’ve won!"

Duan Xiyang and Xue Fuxiao spoke simultaneously: "The outcome is decided, Yan Beihan wins!"

Yan Beihan’s sword had already reached Fang Che’s face, but was caught by Duan Xiyang.

"Stop fighting."

Yan Beihan was somewhat displeased, snorted, and sheathed her sword.

"You’ve already won while restraining yourself to Ninth Grade King Level, isn’t that enough? Do you need to beat him to death?"

Xue Fuxiao commented with a smile.

Against Xue Fuxiao, Yan Beihan dared not be insolent, and replied respectfully: "Yes."

The faces of Wei Wo Zheng Sect people like Feng Yue were all covered with pride.

Yan Beihan fiercely regained her pride.

No matter what, even while restrained to Ninth Grade King Level, she won the King Level Battle, the reason Fang Che could win before was simply because in the mountains without a tiger, the monkey became king.

Now that an expert entered the field, naturally, his true self was revealed, which was very obvious.

However, the onlooking ladies were dissatisfied: "That’s so bullying, relying on higher cultivation to fear no beatings, and just beating people up, tsk!"

Fang Che held his stomach with a face full of pained endurance, stood up, and gasped: "Eldest Lady Yan is indeed a supreme genius, I am no match."