Everyone cried out in alarm.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Pan Xing's attack missed. The pitch black blade hit the hard red sandstone, and a one-meter-long mark that was an inch deep appeared.

Pan Xing snorted coldly as he sensed the intense coldness behind his back. He instantly turned around and held the blade in front of him.

Ling Yan's fist, which was accompanied by a gust of wind, landed heavily on the pitch-black blade.

A sound like metal striking metal rang out. From the point of contact between the two attacks, it seemed as if a ripple was spreading in all directions. The air was slightly distorted from the pressure, and a powerful counterforce was suddenly transmitted!

Pan Xing's expression flickered as he staggered backward a few steps before regaining his balance.

Damn, this brat had such great strength!

On the other hand, Ling Yan's body sank and his right foot stomped on the ground. Amidst the violent tremors, Ling Yan's body was only able to take one step back. It was as if a big tree had taken root.

"Aren't you very stable? You're just so-so." Ling Yan sneered. Compared to a body refining martial artist, he was still a bit too tender.

"You're courting death!"

Ling Yan's aura was too strange. A martial practitioner at the peak of the Mortal Body realm actually caused him to subconsciously feel fear. Moreover, when he was within three meters of Ling Yan, he could clearly feel the blood in his body becoming restless, and that his strength had been slightly affected.

"I've heard these words many times, and I'm still fine. Can you help? You didn't drink milk when you were young? " Ling Yan smiled and shook his head. "Listening to you speak, I can't help but have a sense of superiority in IQ."

The moment Ling Yan said this, everyone in the crowd burst into laughter. In front of Pan Xing, only Ling Yan would dare to say something like that.

"Haha, Pan Xing, if you can't, go home and drink some milk. If you like animal milk, I can send someone to bring some for you." Pu Dong seemed to have resurrected on the spot as he placed his hands on his hips and laughed maniacally towards the sky.

Pan Xing was so angry that his entire body was trembling. The corners of his mouth were twitching, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Swoosh!"

Pan Xing's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood. His illusory steps continued to activate, causing numerous afterimages to appear on the arena. It was as if he had completely merged into the air, and everyone could only hear a series of footsteps and sharp sonic booms. It was the sound of blades slicing through the air.

"Damn, even with such a fast movement technique, I can't see him anymore …"

"I'm really speechless. If I can't see, how can I still fight …"

"Spare me, my head hurts …"

"…"

The eyes of the crowd in the audience widened. Even though their true essence was surging to their eyes, they still couldn't see Pan Xing's movements clearly. They simply couldn't keep up with his footsteps.

You had no idea where Pan Xing had come from, nor where he had attacked from. With such a fast movement technique, he was already powerless before the eyes. The perception of ordinary martial practitioners was nothing more than a blur.

Would Ling Yan be able to see Pan Xing's movements?

Pan Xing appeared behind Ling Yan in a flash. He laughed sinisterly, raised his long black saber, and slashed it towards Ling Yan's head. The blade was as fast as lightning, and it was completely silent.

Pan Xing wasn't worried about killing or crippling Ling Yan because there were examiners watching the Crimson Nimbus Martial School. However, if the examiners made a mistake, it would be for the best.