Wild Dogs

"How is it, daughter?"

At that moment, the female cultivator's father hurriedly looked over.

Seeing this, the female cultivator forced a smile.

"Father, I'm fine."

Upon hearing this, her father breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But he was, after all, the leader of the Flying Dragon Gang. His daughter and Yang Fan had been missing in the smoke for so long, so he was naturally somewhat dissatisfied.

He then pointed to Yang Fan.

"Kid, you're too despicable, using smoke like that. If you're so capable, have a proper fight with my daughter."

Before she could finish speaking, the female cultivator immediately looked up at her father.

"Father, there's no need to say any more."

"I concede defeat in this match."

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Flying Dragon Gang was anxious to say something, but seeing his daughter shaking her head repeatedly, he could only suppress his doubts for the time being.

"Alright, we, the Flying Dragon Gang, concede defeat."

In this way, only Yang Fan and the black-robed man from the Giant Whale Gang remained to face off.

Standing on the stage, Yang Fan turned his gaze and looked directly at the man in black robes.

Now that only the two of them are left, there's no need to hide it anymore.

Yang Fan raised an eyebrow and looked at the other person.

As their eyes met, they could both see a hint of fear and arrogance in each other's eyes.

"Would you like to come up and fight me now, or wait a moment?"

Yang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, coldly staring at the man in black robes.

Upon hearing this, the man in black chuckled, then leaped onto the stage.

With a whoosh, a chill swept over us.

Yang Fan raised an eyebrow slightly, remaining alert. The coldness emanating from this person was too intense; he sensed something was amiss.

Seeing Yang Fan looking at him, the man couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hey, sir, I suggest you just admit defeat."

"If you honestly admit defeat, I might spare your life."

"Continuing to fight won't do you any good."

Hearing this, Yang Fan raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, so you really think you've got me cornered?"

As he spoke, Yang Fan stretched his muscles and bones.

"Let's settle this with a fight. Instead of wasting time on this useless talk, let's have a proper battle."

Seeing that Yang Fan showed no intention of backing down, the man in black chuckled.

"Alright, since that's the case, then I'll also experience your strength firsthand."

To be honest, this man in black robes had been eyeing Yang Fan for a while. But after witnessing Yang Fan's skill with talismans, he lost confidence in Yang Fan. That's why he said those words to test Yang Fan and see if Yang Fan would back down.

To his surprise, Yang Fan showed no fear whatsoever, which made him even more unsure of Yang Fan's true strength and made him even more eager to have a good match with Yang Fan.

After glancing at Yang Fan, the man slowly stepped forward, constantly scrutinizing Yang Fan as he approached.

Seeing this, Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and slowly raised his hand to approach the other party.

At that moment, a talisman appeared in his hand.

Yang Fan gently raised the talisman, and a ray of light appeared on it. Immediately afterwards, a shield appeared in front of him.

Before considering victory, Yang Fan first considered defeat, and to be on the safe side, he placed a protective shield in front of him.

Once the shield was secure, Yang Fan waved his hand, and a long spear appeared in his hand.

Without knowing the person's background, Yang Fan had to be absolutely prepared.

Seeing how cautious Yang Fan was, the man in black robes sneered.

"Sir, the fight hasn't even started yet, why are you already scared?"

Hearing this, Yang Fan shook his head slightly.

"Whether you're afraid or not is hard to say. You should have a proper fight with me first."

Yang Fan then launched an attack. The shield talisman in his hand was quite powerful and could completely withstand the opponent's offensive.

In his view, with this talisman, he could completely suppress his opponent.

A moment later, Yang Fan rushed to a position only a few feet away from his opponent.

Just to be on the safe side, Yang Fan did not get any closer. Instead, he raised his hand, gripped his spear, and thrust it forward fiercely.

The shot was incredibly fast, reaching within inches of the man in black robes in an instant, poised to pierce his throat.

Seeing that the other party did not react, Yang Fan frowned and his face slowly darkened.

It's really strange; how could this person remain unmoved?

Yang Fan gritted his teeth and increased the speed of his gun thrust, intending to pierce the man's throat with a single shot.

Unexpectedly, just as the spear tip was about to touch the opponent's throat, the man in black robes swiftly raised his hand and used two fingers to directly pinch the spear tip.

Yang Fan was immediately startled. Although he hadn't used all his spiritual energy in his shot, its power was still considerable. He hadn't expected his opponent to catch it firmly with just two fingers.

"Hey, not bad."

"But if that's your full strength, then you're still too inexperienced."

With a slight twist of his finger, the tip of the spear shattered instantly.

This weapon is just an ordinary mid-grade spiritual artifact; it's not particularly powerful.

But it shouldn't be so easily destroyed.

The fact that this person destroyed the mid-grade spiritual artifact in his hand so casually means that the opponent's actual combat strength is terrifyingly strong.

Yang Fan felt a sense of unease; the situation was more serious than he had anticipated.

Not only was Yang Fan worried, but Mu Wan'er's expression also darkened on the Scorpion Gang's side.

"Father, what should we do? It seems the young master we found can't beat the other side."

Hearing this, Mu Qing shook his head repeatedly.

"Wan'er, we must trust this young master. We can't lose heart before the battle even begins."

Although he said that, Mu Qing was already starting to worry.

The opponent's casual display of skill fully demonstrated his true combat strength, revealing that the man in black robes had been concealing his true power and was only showing a portion of his abilities at this moment.

This situation made Mu Qing increasingly uncertain.

Yang Fan took a deep breath.

"Hey, I still have quite a few tricks up my sleeve. You might want to take a closer look."

As he spoke, Yang Fan immediately pounced on the other party.

At the same time, a top-grade spiritual artifact appeared in his hand.

The quality of a top-grade spiritual artifact far surpasses that of a mid-grade spiritual artifact, and Yang Fan did not believe that the other party could destroy this top-grade spiritual artifact with his bare hands.

If the other party truly has the ability to destroy this top-grade spiritual artifact, Yang Fan is willing to admit defeat.

A moment later, Yang Fan arrived at a position just a few steps away from his opponent.

Thanks to the boost from his boots, Yang Fan's speed far surpassed that of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The man in black robes looked at Yang Fan rushing over at lightning speed, his tone tinged with surprise.

"Hey, very good. I didn't expect you to have such a treasure. I must accept this treasure."

Then, the man in black robes stretched his limbs.

"Originally, I did not intend to take your life, but you have too many treasures on you. If I don't kill you, I won't be able to obtain these things. Let these treasures become stepping stones on my path of cultivation."