All the gods began by cultivating the Iron Shirt technique.

Yang Pan was unaware of Huang Rong's thoughts. At this moment, he was still standing on the dueling platform, waiting for the next person to step up and challenge him.

He hadn't used up much of his internal energy in the previous battle; he relied more on his physical strength in the exchanges, only using his internal energy to assist when he drew his sword.

Although the battle took some effort, it was quite exhilarating. He was looking forward to another equally skilled martial artist so he could have another satisfying fight.

Fortunately, Yang Pan didn't have to wait long for his next opponent, and soon another martial artist stepped onto the dueling platform. However, when he saw his opponent, Yang Pan was slightly surprised, because it was the handsome young man he had met at the Xiangfeng Inn.

"I never imagined I had misjudged Brother Yang; his skills are truly extraordinary."

The handsome young man, holding a long sword, spoke to Yang Pan with a relaxed smile.

He hadn't expected that the man he thought was a coward at the inn would have such skills. Even though he didn't want to admit it when he was watching from the sidelines, he knew that the other man was much stronger than him.

But that was before. Now, after a battle, how much internal energy does the opponent have left? Even if he has superb external martial arts skills, since he could even leave marks on He Sen's eagle claws, how could he possibly block my longsword? Today, it's time for me to step on his head and make a name for myself!

Seeing the smile on the young man's lips, Yang Pan frowned slightly. Having met him at the inn, he didn't think the man was someone to be trifled with. But whatever the man's plans, he couldn't form a sword formation by himself. In Yang Pan's opinion, he would just cut the man down with a single strike.

After the young man gave his name, Yang Pan didn't even want to wait any longer. With a flick of his arm, the blade flashed and enveloped the young man.

His steps were wide and powerful, even faster and more ferocious than when he faced He Sen.

Faced with the overwhelming light of blades, the young man felt as if a forest of blades had instantly sealed him off from head to toe.

When he was watching the fight from the sidelines, he only thought that Yang Pan's swordsmanship was superb, but he thought that if He Sen could dodge it, he should be able to as well.

However, he did not expect that the difference in cultivation level between himself and He Sen was so great that he had no time to dodge the barrage of sword light that was enveloping him.

Chant!

Suddenly, a sharp sword cry rang out, and the onlookers saw a flash of sword light suddenly pierce out from the blade.

Like a star defying the current, it bravely soars into the sky.

However, the sword light was only one, and it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot when faced with the overwhelming light of the blades. In an instant, it was submerged in the torrent of blade light.

Clang!

A sharp clang of weapons clashing rang out on the stage. The young man's longsword was knocked away, while Yang Pan's long saber continued its momentum, slashing down towards the young man's neck.

"Spare me!" With the long knife about to strike, the young man only had time to utter a plea for mercy before he closed his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Yang Pan tightened his grip, and the cascading blade light vanished instantly. The blade remained firmly positioned three inches from the opponent's neck, with only the powerful gust of wind slicing through the young man's neck.

call!call!

The stage was deathly silent, with only the sound of the young man's heavy breathing in his ears.

The expected pain did not come. The young man slowly opened his eyes, only to see the blade resting beside his head, and his pale face reflected in the blade.

You lost.

Swish!

Yang Pan flipped his wrist, and the long sword twirled in the air before he held it upside down on the outside of his arm.

The young man glanced at Yang Pan, his lips trembling but no words came out. He then quickly picked up the longsword that had fallen to the side and ran off the dueling platform in a disheveled state.

Sensing the limited amount of internal energy within his body, Yang Pan glanced at the surging crowd below the stage. Although neither of the two matches lasted long, the battle with He Sen alone had given him some understanding of his own strength.

Since the other party dared to travel thousands of miles to Xiangyang to help, they must have little trouble making their way in the martial world with their own strength.

As for the handsome young man who came later, he was just an extra. At this point, he had already exhausted more than half of his internal energy and physical strength, so there was no need to continue fighting.

As the thought crossed his mind, Yang Pan was about to walk off the dueling platform when another figure flew out from the crowd.

Yes, in Yang Pan's view, the other party flew over.

Because he could tell that the opponent's position was at least four or five zhang away from the arena, at such a distance, Yang Pan could only catch the sound of the opponent rushing into the air before he landed on the arena.

"Kid, your swordsmanship is pretty good. How about I give you some pointers?"

Once the person had completely stopped, Yang Pan was able to see their face clearly.

This was a middle-aged man with a high nose, deep-set eyes, and a thick beard around his mouth, clearly not from the Central Plains. In Yang Pan's eyes, the man resembled someone from Xinjiang in later times, which is now the Western Regions.

Regardless of who the other party is, the lightness skill that allowed them to traverse four or five zhang and land with such ease and comfort could not have been achieved without profound internal strength. In other words, the other party's strength is definitely above the third-rate level, or at least at the second-rate level.

No matter how confident Yang Pan was, he knew perfectly well that he was no match for a second-rate martial artist. He immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute and said:

"Senior's martial arts are superb. I am new to the martial arts world and am no match for you. I concede defeat."

After saying that, he started to walk off the stage. This wasn't out of cowardice; it was simply that the gap between him and his opponent was too great, and there was no need for a fight.

Moreover, this person had sinister eyes and hands that looked like withered wood, as if he had practiced some kind of evil technique. Yang Pan didn't think the other party was really trying to be kind and give him pointers.

However, when he tried to leave, the middle-aged man from the Western Regions showed no intention of letting him go.

Yang Pan had just turned around and taken a step when he heard a whooshing sound behind him. Before he could react, the other person's withered hand appeared on his shoulder.

"Kid, I haven't let you leave yet."

The chilling words had barely left his lips when Yang Pan felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. The flesh that the Eagle Claw Hand had barely managed to pierce before was now being pierced through by the opponent's fingers, and blood seeped through his shoulder and clothes.

Such a heavy blow shows that the opponent was definitely not here for a serious fight.

hum!

Anger surged within him, and the internal energy in his dantian instantly gathered in his arms. Yang Pan twirled his longsword, and the seventy-two variations of the Gale Blade Technique enveloped the middle-aged man like a raging storm.

Fuck you!

The wind howled through the air, and the glint of the blades was chilling.

Yang Pan's eyes widened, and a chilling blade of wind swept towards the middle-aged man's neck. This strike was his full power, without holding back in the slightest.

"You have quite the fiery temper, but you're underestimating me."

Despite the fierce blade light, the middle-aged man still had the leisure to utter sarcastic remarks. Only when Yang Pan's violent blade wind was about to strike did he calmly raise his right palm and extend it towards the blade light.

Yang Pan's pupils contracted. He keenly noticed that when the middle-aged man extended his palm, a black iron-like color quickly covered the other man's palm, as if he had put a pure iron glove on it.

Bang!

The middle-aged man remained unhurried. The blade light that could easily sever a human body seemed to him as nothing more than a gentle breeze. When his palm reached into the blade light, it vanished in an instant.

After the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, Yang Pan's long sword was found to be firmly gripped in the opponent's hand.

"That was quite powerful, but..."

Bang!

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Yang Pan's right leg lashed out like a steel whip towards the man's waist and abdomen.

He didn't know what was going on with these martial arts people. They fought each other, but they always liked to talk nonsense. However, this gave him time to fight back.

Seeing that Yang Pan had interrupted him again, a strong killing intent flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He slightly raised his left leg to block Yang Pan's sweeping leg, and his other hand broke through the air barrier and appeared at Yang Pan's chest in an instant.

However, thanks to his keen awareness, Yang Pan had already abandoned his knife at the same time he kicked out, instinctively crossing his arms to protect his chest. Just then, the middle-aged man's palm landed on his arm.

Bang!

The air whistled, and Yang Pan felt as if what the other party was slapping at him was not a palm, but a millstone that had been thrown at him.

He lost feeling in both arms almost instantly, while at the same time a surge of internal force pulsed through his arm meridians and struck his internal organs.

Fortunately, the remaining internal energy in his dantian provided a brief buffer, preventing significant damage.

However, the intense pain still caused him to let out a muffled groan, and at the same time, his body was sent flying three zhang away by this palm strike, and he fell off the fighting platform.

call out!

The instant Yang Pan landed, a sharp whistling sound followed closely behind. The chilling blade pierced the sky, stirring up a howling air current that seemed poised to pierce through Yang Pan completely.

Suddenly, a large hand appeared in Yang Pan's line of sight, gripping the hilt of the long sword tightly. The sword continued to tremble and groan, but it could not break free from the grasp of the hand.