Qingyangzi couldn’t help but grow serious at this moment.
This young fellow had some real ability. The power unleashed in that last punch was extraordinary. If he hadn’t reacted quickly, he might have actually fallen into the young man’s trap.
Outsiders watched for the spectacle, while experts saw the underlying mastery.
To the common folk, naturally, they couldn’t grasp the true severity of what had just happened.
Just moments ago, the punch had distorted space itself—something the civilians would perceive no differently than a special effect.
But for some wandering cultivators, it was absolutely terrifying. If they had been the target, they wouldn’t have been able to withstand such a direct hit.
The power unleashed was simply too immense.
“Again,” Qingyangzi said, his expression hardening. His robes flared as streams of energy, like flowing silk, erupted from his body.
This time, the battle would be purely a contest of magical power—no artifacts involved.
“Fine. Let me see what a Nascent Immortal at the early stage is capable of,” Lin Fan roared, stomping one foot forward. His body twisted in an instant blur.
But the moment anyone looked again, there was only an afterimage left behind.
Lin Fan’s speed surpassed everything. In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared beside Qingyangzi.
Such speed sent shockwaves through the crowd watching from outside.
Especially the disciples of the Heaven and Earth Sect, who were left gaping in disbelief.
They couldn’t even track Lin Fan’s movements.
“Incredible speed.”
…
A faint sneer curled Qingyangzi’s lips. To reach the Nascent Immortal stage meant to rival the heavens in longevity, the peak of cultivation. Even at the early stage, it was far beyond what a Primordial Ancestor could contend with.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan surged his spiritual energy outward. A colossal dragon of magical force swirled around him. With a sudden spread of his fingers, he compressed the void itself and struck toward Qingyangzi with overwhelming force.
“Fascinating,” Qingyangzi chuckled lightly, flicking his sleeve. The fabric seemed to gain sentience, spinning outward and wrapping around all ten of Lin Fan’s fingers.
Rip!
This time, it was a genuine contest of strength—Lin Fan didn’t resort to any underhanded techniques.
Had he truly unleashed everything, Qingyangzi would have already been driven back in that first exchange.
But Lin Fan wanted this kind of battle. He wanted to see exactly how much he still lacked compared to a Nascent Immortal.
In this moment, Lin Fan’s fingers moved like blades capable of slicing through anything, carving through space-time itself, severing Qingyangzi’s overwhelming sleeve techniques.
“Old man, show me your real skills, or you will fall,” Lin Fan flashed forward, his battle intent surging. A divine battle-god, formed entirely from his will, erupted from his body.
“So powerful…” The Heaven and Earth Sect disciples couldn’t believe their eyes. They never expected this young man to fight the elder to such a standstill.
“A youth with the cultivation of a late-stage Primordial Ancestor—even within the Heaven and Earth Sect, he would be considered a top-tier genius. But to challenge a Nascent Immortal expert, he’s still not quite there yet.”
“Today, I shall teach you a lesson.”
The moment those words were spoken, Qingyangzi’s aura abruptly changed. He became elusive, like something hidden in the void, and wrapped around his body was a thick strand of law—the Nascent Immortal Law itself.
Lin Fan could feel the oppressive might radiating from it.
Powerful!
It was a fundamental suppression.
But for Lin Fan, what did any of that matter?
Haa!
Lin Fan roared, his body trembling. His previously calm eyes suddenly sharpened.
His spiritual energy surged completely, every cell in his body expanding, activating every ounce of power he could muster.
Feeling the aura radiating from Lin Fan, Qingyangzi’s heart quivered once more. This force was clearly beyond the late Primordial Ancestor stage.
Boom!
Boom!
The Nascent Immortal Law, faintly visible, suddenly exploded, unleashing a vast torrent of energy. Qingyangzi raised his hand, forming a fist.
This single punch seemed like the fist of heaven and earth itself. Even the slightest movement contained the laws of the universe. This was the realm a Nascent Immortal expert could attain.
“Boy, the biggest difference between the Primordial Ancestor and the Nascent Immortal is that one’s martial arts techniques can merge with the cosmic laws, becoming Dao-level techniques. Even the simplest punch carries immense power. This is the foundation of a Nascent Immortal.”
“Nascent Immortal Fist!”
Qingyangzi’s body shifted slightly, and upon his fist appeared an image of an old man with white hair. At this moment, the old man seemed like a celestial teacher, instructing all beings on how to comprehend the universe.
Before the fist even arrived, its immense force had already enveloped Lin Fan, suppressing his entire cultivation base under the Nascent Immortal’s might.
Although a barrier had been erected around the battlefield, some of this aura still leaked outward.
This presence overwhelmed everyone, giving them the urge to kneel before it.
“So this is the might of a Nascent Immortal,” Lin Fan said, realization dawning on his face. Then he smiled faintly. “Martial techniques that merge with the Dao.”
“But it’s nothing special.”
Clang!
Suddenly, Lin Fan burst into laughter, his upright body like a sharp sword standing firm in the void.
A heaven-piercing sword intent erupted from the ground, shattering the heavens.
The sword intent Lin Fan unleashed now was like a king among sword techniques—an无形sharpness slicing through the void, crashing against the fist intent like a tidal wave.
Its sharpness cut through everything, annihilating all, cleaving straight through Qingyangzi’s Nascent Immortal fist intent.
“What?!” Qingyangzi’s face darkened, shock evident in his expression.
But by then, it was already too late.
Lin Fan’s body moved, vanishing from his spot.
Two fingers formed a sword, and the next moment, he reappeared directly in front of Qingyangzi.
Lin Fan’s fingers swept sideways, landing precisely on Qingyangzi’s forehead.
“You have already lost,” Lin Fan said calmly, as if stating a simple fact.
Qingyangzi stood there, stunned, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.
He knew that if Lin Fan willed it, his head would be instantly shredded by that sword intent.
“You haven’t reached the Nascent Immortal stage… How could your technique merge with the Dao?!” Qingyangzi’s voice turned hoarse, as if he had seen a ghost.
“Is that so? No one’s done it before, right?” Lin Fan asked.
“No, not exactly… There have been…”
“Then what were they?” Lin Fan asked again.
“Geniuses beyond compare.”
Lin Fan withdrew his fingers, leapt down from the battlefield, and walked away with his hands behind his back. “Then what’s there to be surprised about? If they were extraordinary geniuses, why couldn’t I be one as well?”
“You’re strong enough. You’re worthy of joining the Heaven and Earth Sect. Come tomorrow.”
By the time Qingyangzi regained his senses, Lin Fan had already left, escorted by the Lin family.
“What the hell… I… I…” Qingyangzi’s heart pounded. He never expected to lose—and to be so arrogantly defeated by this young man.
The Heaven and Earth Sect disciples were equally stunned.
Their elder had been defeated…
And Qingyangzi would never understand—how that final finger strike had managed to shatter his Nascent Immortal fist.
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