Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

The diva on stage unconsciously frowned.

Sun Fan is in good condition.

Sun Fan, in excellent condition, is capable of killing Lian Youyou on the arena.

Although he didn't kill Zhao Cheng just now.

But that doesn't mean he won't kill Lian Youyou.

Even if Lian Youyou is a beauty.

The Dark Martial Arts Academy has no tradition of showing mercy to beauties.

Therefore, in her opinion, Lian Youyou shouldn't have taken this risk.

The path of martial arts is long; there's no need to risk your life for a mere pride in the very beginning.

Daring to fight hard doesn't mean fighting meaninglessly.

But Lian Youyou still went up.

This means that her emotions were fluctuating greatly.

The greater her emotional fluctuations, the faster she loses in martial arts.

Sun Fan looked at Lian Youyou on the arena with some surprise.

He knew about the Dark Martial Arts Academy's leader's revenge mechanism.

But to his surprise, the opponent still chose to fight after witnessing his skills.

He couldn't see any confidence in her face.

There was only a hint of resentment and a touch of stubbornness.

Suddenly, Lian Youyou spoke to Sun Fan: "My master said that my martial arts are inferior to yours."

"I have absolutely no chance against you when you're in top form."

"I don't believe it, Zhao Cheng. If he's only at that level, I can still beat him."

"So, I want to see if I can beat you!"

As soon as Lian Youyou finished speaking, the atmosphere on the arena changed abruptly.

That aloof air disappeared, replaced by something indescribable—like an undercurrent beneath the ice, calm yet dangerous.

Sun Fan's brows twitched slightly.

He had seen many opponents, but he had never seen anyone like Lian Youyou before.

It wasn't murderous intent.

He'd seen plenty of murderous intent; Yan Gaojiang had it, Zhao Cheng had it too. That kind of openness actually makes it easier to guard against.

Lian Youyou did not exude any murderous aura.

What she possessed was a sense of detachment...

It's as if all emotions have been stripped away, leaving only pure—

Murderous intent.

Sun Fan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

"The Path of Ruthlessness?" he asked.

Lian Youyou's martial arts skills are very famous, and her title—the Heartless Fairy—perfectly reflects this characteristic.

Lian Youyou did not answer.

Her eyes have changed.

Previously, her phoenix eyes held resentment, stubbornness, and hesitation, but now all of that was gone. They were as clear as two deep pools, reflecting Sun Fan's figure without the slightest ripple.

Then she moved.

Without any prelude, without any build-up, without even a sound—she simply vanished from her spot and reappeared three feet in front of Sun Fan.

It was almost like teleportation.

This is one of the most prominent abilities of the Ruthless Path: sensory influence.

In that instant, your senses slow down.

This is also why she said she was able to defeat Zhao Cheng.

No matter how strong your external martial arts are, it's all for nothing if you don't have time to channel your energy.

He struck out with his palm.

Before the palm strike even arrived, Sun Fan already felt a chill.

Does it possess internal energy with a cold attribute? It's a perfect match for this ability to affect the senses.

He turned to the side, and the tip of his sword casually pointed at Lian Youyou's wrist.

Sun Fan's sword strike was somewhat hasty.

Lian Youyou's wrist seemed to have eyes; just as the sword tip was about to touch her, it slightly turned, dissipating the force. Her palm remained unchanged as she continued to strike Sun Fan's chest.

Sun Fan took a half step back, holding his sword horizontally in front of his chest to take the blow head-on.

Bang.

A muffled thud.

Sun Fan retreated three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the arena.

He looked down at the sword in his hand.

A thin layer of frost had formed on the sword.

No, it's not frost.

It's something indescribable, like the heat being drawn away from the sword, leaving only cold metal.

"Interesting." Sun Fan looked up at Lian Youyou. "Is this the Path of Ruthlessness?"

It can be used on people as well as on weapons.

Lian Youyou did not answer.

She pounced on him again.

This time it's even faster.

As they approached the stage, most people only saw two afterimages intersecting and heard a dense barrage of palm winds and sword cries.

Then--

Bang.

Another muffled sound.

The two separated.

Several handprints appeared on Sun Fan's clothes.

At the handprint, the fabric looked as if it had been corroded by something, becoming extremely fragile.

He touched the palm prints, and the moment his fingers touched them, he could feel a strange force drilling into them—not internal energy, not strength, but a kind of… peeling sensation.

It was as if they were trying to pull something out of his body.

"The Path of Ruthlessness doesn't extract emotions," Lian Youyou finally spoke, her voice calm as if it came from a great distance, "but vitality."

"Dead people don't have emotions."

Sun Fan's eyes narrowed.

"Your sword is fast, your power generation technique is exquisite, and you can find the texture of other people's power generation," Lian Youyou continued, "but all of this depends on your sword. Now your sword has lost its vitality; it's more brittle than paper."

The audience erupted in uproar.

"Holy crap, what kind of weird skill is this?!"

"Extraction? Really?"

"Youyou wasn't this good before she practiced? Has she been hiding her true abilities all along?"

Empress Chao Qingwu narrowed her eyes.

She knew about Lian Youyou's ruthless path, but she didn't expect that Lian Youyou had already mastered it to this extent.

The ability to create opportunities has always existed, but it's not as strong as it is now.

This is the sign for the third level of the Ruthless Path.

Previously, when practicing Youyou's martial arts, she was stuck at the second level, only able to exchange her own emotions for combat power. Now, she can extract her opponent's life force.

No wonder she dared to go up there.

No wonder she was unconvinced.

With this level of skill, one is indeed qualified to challenge anyone.

But the diva still frowned.

Because she saw that Sun Fan's expression hadn't changed at all from beginning to end.

Sun Fan looked down at his hands.

He could feel that strange force drilling into his body, trying to draw something away.

But they couldn't get in.

It's like a needle trying to pierce an iron plate.

He looked up at Lian Youyou and suddenly smiled.

"Perhaps you've misunderstood."

"My sword is quite ruthless too."

Even on the stage, for a moment, he was still somewhat dazed.

He recalled another story by Gu Long.

A passionate swordsman with a ruthless sword.

The masters in Gu Long's novels always have ruthless swords.

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

"You can try this sword."

This was the first time Sun Fan had fully unleashed the deadly sword strike of the Power Realm on the arena.

His swordsmanship undergoes a qualitative change with each new level he reaches.

Because he has more opportunities to contribute.

The initial grade of the Deadly Sword is Extraordinary, but that does not mean that the grade of this martial art is Extraordinary.

When he was in the Body Tempering Realm, he could only unleash the power of extraordinary sword techniques.

When you exert your full strength, it's naturally different again.

Lian Youyou's pupils contracted sharply.

If her ability to drain life force is like a tap that slowly and steadily draws water, then...

The power and intensity of Sun Fan's sword strike were like a tsunami.

She couldn't see anything clearly, only feeling a terrifying aura pressing down on her from the front—an aura that wasn't murderous, nor oppressive, but rather...destruction.

She instinctively raised her hand, trying to block.

But it was too late.

The sword tip stopped three inches in front of her brow.

There was no frost on the sword.

Her life-drawing power struck Sun Fan, but it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Lian Youyou was stunned.

She looked up at Sun Fan, at his still calm face, and suddenly remembered the words of the diva—

"If he were in perfect condition, there wouldn't be a trace of it."

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out to be the case.