Only three seconds? He's already the Lord of All Realms, so it doesn't matter.

A hint of surprise appeared on Zhang Han's pretty face, but her eyes remained firm.

"Alright, let's have a fist and kick contest then."

In the center of the arena, she took a few steps back to create distance between herself and Ye Xuan, then clasped her hands in a salute and quickly got into the fighting stance.

The girl's confident and poised demeanor is captivating, emanating from within.

Ye Xuan also clasped his hands in a salute and assumed a fighting stance.

At the same time, his senses rushed toward Zhang Han, who was three meters away.

Zhang Han's entire body data, in every dimension... was instantly displayed on Ye Xuan's retina.

To foresee the future repeating itself.

A second later, Zhang Han calmly stared at his opponent, seemingly having found a weakness.

Two seconds later, she took the initiative and started the fight.

Three seconds later, the distance between the two disappeared in an instant. Zhang Han attacked with outstretched hands, already in front of Ye Xuan's face.

Ye Xuan remained calm and unhurried, and also used his outstretched hands to engage in a sticky hand contest with her.

The so-called "sticky hands" refers to the act of altering the opponent's internal force and limb trajectory through hand-to-hand contact. Once the opponent reveals a weakness, one can directly attack their face.

This is a common fighting style in close-quarters combat in traditional martial arts.

The two exchanged blows, neither of them reaching the level of internal strength, but their moves were quite impressive and entertaining to watch.

Ye Xuan, with his ability to foresee the future, can always anticipate Zhang Han's next move and respond with ease.

Ultimately, they were all from the same school, and their moves were very similar, so for a while, no one could break their moves.

Apart from Uncle Zhang and Father Ye, who were seated on high, all the other onlookers thought the same thing.

On the other hand, Zhang Han saw through the trick; no matter how she attacked, it had no effect on Ye Xuan.

He seems to know exactly what he'll do next, always defending and countering every move, making it impossible to fight against him...

Therefore, Zhang Han took the initiative to change course, thrusting his right knee forward, aiming at Ye Xuan's right abdomen.

Ye Xuan knew her little scheme all too well, and as he always said, all he needed to do was respond to her moves.

He also thrust out his right knee, and the two continued their hand-to-hand combat while their legs and toes became entangled in a fight.

Despite using both sticky hands and sticky legs, Zhang Han couldn't defeat Ye Xuan. She started to get impatient, and her moves gradually became chaotic.

Ye Xuan felt he had hit her hard enough, so he seized the opportunity when she blocked and struck Zhang Han's shoulder with his elbow.

One wrong step leads to chaos at every step.

Zhang Han's legs also showed an opening, and Ye Xuan kicked his leg and flipped his ankle, hooking Zhang Han's right ankle, which was unable to support itself.

"puff."

Zhang Han fell backward with her head tilted back. Ye Xuan followed suit, kneeling on the ground with his left knee and pressing his right knee against her stomach.

Finally, he lightly tapped Zhang Han's nose with his right fist, a traditional martial arts sparring match that ends when the point is reached.

Ye Xuan was a young man, but he also had martial ethics. He helped Zhang Han up from the ground, and this martial arts sparring, which was a bit boring for him, should have ended there.

However, Zhang Han's stubborn little face flushed slightly, and she said defiantly:

"My swordsmanship is superior, let's clash!"

Zhang Han has a strong sense of self-respect. Apart from dealing with her elders in the family, she has never been defeated. Of course, she is not convinced.

Ye Xuan frowned, but seeing that the two elders were somewhat embarrassed, he still agreed to Zhang Han's request for a rematch.

They took two short-bladed knives from the wooden rack, each holding a knife, and began their second round of fighting.

Zhang Han continued his aggressive approach. The four iron swords clashed together, and the two men, as if they had planned it in advance, slashed each other from both sides.

The extremely acrid metallic scraping sound pierced the eardrums of everyone present.

"..."

Ye Xuan didn't want to fight anymore, so he used his spiritual power to attach to his blade and pretended to exert force in his wrist.

The powerful force traveled from the iron daggers to Zhang Han's palms, making her arms numb, and the two daggers fell from her hands.

Ye Xuan held a short knife horizontally to Zhang Han's neck. Even though it was an unsharpened knife, the sight of it resting on his throat made him afraid to move.

This strike will seal the throat and secure victory!

A thunderous applause erupted from the sidelines, and the elders of both sides stepped in to smooth things over, allowing Ye Xuan to breathe a sigh of relief.

But Zhang Han, who had lost two games in a row, squatted on the ground, her eyes gradually reddening, and the next second, tears welled up in her eyes.

Looking at this girl who was prone to crying but extremely strong-willed in his memory, Ye Xuan felt a pang of pity.

However, he couldn't find a reason to comfort himself, since he still had many martial arts skills he hadn't used yet, and it was too early to say that he was going all out.

Using the excuse of having something to do to slip away, Ye Xuan realized one thing—

He felt that his current skills were completely useless on Earth.

After today's little incident, Ye Xuan continued to slack off at the martial arts school during the day, while cultivating his spiritual power in the morning and evening, and researching methods of time travel.

In his view, since perception can travel through the world, there must be a way to do so.

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Ye Xuan actually figured out the method.

Inside the room at midday, the curtains were drawn, and Ye Xuan was meditating on the bed, looking somewhat eerie.

A faint blue mist shrouded his body, and Ye Xuan's body even became somewhat transparent.

At the transit station connecting reality and all the worlds, his perception followed the lead and probed into the world of martial arts.

Deep in the mountains and forests, there is a naturally formed cave, where Ye Xuan's "spiritual body" is kept.

Despite calling it a spiritual body, he still doesn't understand what this phantom formed from spiritual energy is.

By simply drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to make this illusory image more solid, one's true form on Earth will become increasingly transparent and illusory.

Ye Xuan had a premonition that once the phantom completed the remaining condensation process, they could switch places.

The substitute exists in the real world, while the true body can descend upon this martial arts world...

In real time, from yesterday evening until now, the condensation of the Stand is only one-third complete, and it will be finished in 24 hours.

His consciousness flew out of Dongting Lake. When the substitute took initial shape, it could autonomously absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding world. Ye Xuan's perception could still be applied to the entire world.

Manipulating his senses to jump continuously, Ye Xuan's vision arrived outside the state city where Hongtian Escort Agency was located.

He learned a couple of days ago that the escort agency had taken on a major mission, which led the chief escort, Hong Zhentian, to embark on another mission after many years.

Ye Xuan was still somewhat curious about this matter. What kind of goods were they that could warrant the personal escort of a top expert from an entire prefecture?

Ye Xuan had a rough idea of ​​Hong Zhentian's strength; he was close to being at the top level.

According to the standards of this world, a half-step top-tier cultivator can open seas and move mountains, and use true qi to influence celestial phenomena!

His senses roamed the heavens and earth, and finally, in a dangerous place surrounded by ravines and forests, he spotted the Hongtian Escort Agency's team.

The desolate wilderness was dark at night, with clouds occasionally drifting by and obscuring the moon, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

A group of about thirty people, carrying five carts of goods, moved slowly with faint flames lit.

Of these, 80% were from security escort agencies, and the remaining 20% ​​were from the host family's entourage.

Ye Xuan investigated the situation of the people in the escort agency and found that in addition to Hong Zhentian, there were four other experts whose strength was close to that of first-class martial artists.

This further fueled his curiosity, and he used his senses to approach the trucks of goods, immersing himself in them.

"Empty?"

The group of people leading the way suddenly slowed down. Ahead was a narrow opening surrounded by rock walls on both sides, a type of terrain that was perfect for an ambush.